He strokes himself while watching me. I didn’t do it on purpose, but I realize my hand has moved back to my clit and I’m rubbing circles around my pussy. I lick my lips, loving what we’re doing. I’ve never done anything like this before, and in some ways, this feels more erotic than anything else I’ve ever done.
“Wyatt,” I whimper because I feel my clit throbbing and I’m hungry to come. Something instinctively tells me that I shouldn’t—at least until he tells me it’s allowed. “I’m close.”
“Look at you. So fucking beautiful. You don’t get to make yourself come yet, Gwen.”
“Please?” I ask, feeling completely desperate.
“Oh, what a good girl. Do you like begging for me, honey?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Do you think you’ve earned the right to come?”
“I will if I haven’t,” I promise, and my words make a wicked grin appear on his face.
“Oh, Gwen, you have no idea what you just agreed to.
“I won’t fuck you tonight. When I fuck you for the first time, I want to do it when I’m sure little ears will remain asleep. Still, you have been good. I want you to rub your fingers all over your nipples for me. Coat them with your juices. I want to suck them and taste you.”
There’s no way I’d make him ask me twice. I do it immediately. Moaning as I pull harder than needed on my nipples and getting them so wet and swollen it’s almost bordering on painful.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he half-growls. Then, his lips are on me as he straddles my body. His cock presses against my chest as his tongue swirls around my nipple, and he sucks it into his mouth. He groans as he devours me. I feel his teeth bite down, and the pain makes me cry out as a gush of wet slides from my pussy. That’s something that has never happened before. For a moment, I’m confused. I just had a mini-orgasm. I didn’t even know that was possible. My fingers find purchase in his hair as I try to hold him into me, wanting more. Sadly, he pulls away before I can see if I can come again like that. “Put your fucking fingers on that pussy of yours. I want to watch you fuck yourself.”
“Yes,” I hiss, not having to be told twice.
I thrust my fingers in, my gaze never leaving his as I fuck myself with them. It’s not enough. I can’t get the right angle. My clit is crying for attention. My hips move back and forth trying to find the friction I need. I feel like I’m losing my mind. Yet, the entire time, Wyatt’s hand is on his cock. He’s stroking himself, his grip hard and strong as it moves up and down his shaft.
“Something wrong, beautiful?” he purrs.
“I need more,” I beg.
“Show me how you make yourself come, Gwen. You do that, and I’ll reward you by painting your fucking body with my cum. Would you like that, sweetheart? Do you want to be covered in my cum?”
I want to tell him yes, but my fingers are already moving vigorously over and over my pulsating clit. I’m so needy and swollen, I know I’m going to come any second. There’s no stopping it.
“Wyatt,” I cry—or at least I think I do. I’m not even sure I managed to say the actual word. I’m watching his cock while my climax rolls through me. I’m completely mindless of anything and everything but the pleasure bombarding my body. The head of his cock is wet and then white, pearl-colored spurts of his cum explode out and fall on my body. Hot liquid ropes spray across my chest, land on my chin, hit my lips and face. I would have thought he was finished, but as I lick his cum from my lips, another stream comes out and he aims it between my legs. I watch him drain his cock, my hands rubbing the cum into my stomach and breasts.
Wyatt’s hands go to my pussy, cupping it while his fingers press his cum over my aching clit.
“Jesus, Gwen. You may kill me when we actually fuck,” he groans.
Then, he surprises me by kissing me, his tongue forcefully invading my mouth with a hunger that arouses me all over again. I’m sure he can taste his cum on my lips and tongue, but it doesn’t seem to stop him at all. I give myself over to him, knowing that there’s no going back now. I’m hopelessly in love with Wyatt.
Maybe I still believe in Santa after all, because suddenly, I’m praying for a miracle and silently asking Santa to give me Wyatt for Christmas …
Exes. The Gift That Keeps Fucking You Over
HORSE
Ilean back in my chair and let my head fall against the leather, staring into nothing like it might give me answers I don’t want to admit I’m searching for. It’s been a week—one damn week—since that morning with Gwen. Since she crashed into my life and somehow made all the noise in my head settle. One week since I started sleeping in her bed more than my own. A week of every night ending with her soft sounds in my ear, her hands on me, my mouth on her, both of us getting each other off in every way but the one I’m starving for. One week for a man who used to crave for nothing but to be alone and now craves to constantly be surrounded by Gwen and her sweet, gentle care. I’m holding that line for her—because she matters, and I’m not losing her to my own impatience. I know she’s not ready for more yet, and I’ll give her all the time she wants.
Besides, I’m basically living at her place. I have clothes in her closet, and I even have a toothbrush there. A toothbrush. The thought of it makes me smile. We’re living together, and my Gwen hasn’t even realized it.
Today’s the first day I won’t see her until later. I’m heading out soon to pick up my boy. Caleb’s staying with me for Christmas break, and Gwen—sweet, stubborn Gwen—is comingover tonight to meet him and cook dinner for us. She tried like hell to back out of meeting Caleb—telling me it was too soon, that she didn’t want to confuse him or intrude on our time together. I didn’t let up until she agreed and shocked me by saying she’d fix dinner for us all. My woman doesn’t realize how strong she is. I know she’s been hurt in the past. I can tell from the pain that flashes in her eyes from time to time. Yet I see the woman that she is. There’s no way she will let past pain hold her back. Hell, even when Gwen’s scared, she doesn’t run. She leans in to face it. I just wish she’d lean on me instead of putting a foot halfway in and then pulling back like she thinks it will all fall apart. I huff out a laugh. Yeah. I’m totally in love with a woman for the first time in my life. Since that woman is Gwen, I’m more than okay with it. She’s everything I could have imagined.
A sharp knock hits my office door, dragging me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I call. The door opens and Pie, Animal, Knife, and Rocky file in. Their faces are tight—too tight. That cold, crawling prickle of instinct drags down my spine, settling like ice in my gut. One thought runs through my head. Whatever this is, my men are bringing bad news.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, straightening in my chair. “Well, out with it. You guys look like someone died.”
