“Been a while?” I teased.
“You have no idea,” he murmured. “I’m terrified this will be over embarrassingly fast.”
“No judgment here,” I responded, his vulnerability striking right to my heart. “After you ate me out like that, I’ll be coming quick.”
“God, this ass.” He gripped one of my cheeks tight enough to send another burst of pleasure-pain fluttering through me. “You’re unreal, Rory. So damn pretty.”
My chest tightened. The way he looked at me, like I was something precious, would usually send me running for the hills. Guys didn’t want the residual mess that came with me, just a quick transaction.
Except, Wyatt knew what a mess I was, and he was still here.
“Fuck me,” I begged, needing to veer out of dangerous territory.
His thick brows curved, and a slow smile stretched his lips, deadly attractive. “That, I can do.”
He settled both hands on my hips, and I dropped my head forward, waiting for the sting, the fullness I’d been craving since I’d first gotten his cock in my hands. I’d had a fuckload of sex that didn’t contain half the attraction or electricity as this, and those aspects enhanced every movement, every brush of skin on skin.
His tip pushed at my hole, and I braced down to welcome him in. The glide with the slight ridge from the piercing was unreal, and I couldn’t help the long, low moan that trailed out of me. His girth stretched me in the best way, and damn, his cock was everything I’d been waiting for. He pushed inside me slowly, taking his time, and the hitch of his breath told me this affected him just as much. When he finally sank all the way in, my balls throbbed, threatening to explode from the pleasure of him inside me.
“Fuuuuck,” Wyatt moaned out. “This tight hole—I’ve never felt anything so perfect.”
“Ngh,”was all I could force out, struck speechless from his thickness stretching me out, the length I’d craved. His cock filled me in the best damn way, and the man behind it was a thousand times better.
First time for everything.
“I need to fuck you,” he said. “Damn.” With that, he pulled back and then pushed in, the glide of his cock and the ridge from his piercing utterly sinful. “Holy shit.”
“Like the piercing?” I asked. He thrust in again, knocking the breath from me. Pleasure flared through me at the strike to my prostate, and fuck, he felt beyond good. Incomparable.
“Too much,” he admitted. “I’m going to need to take things slow if I want this to last. Your ass—it’s so hot and tight.”
A shiver rolled through me at his words, at his filthy mouth. Wyatt surpassed my daydreams with ease, which should’ve been evidenced enough after making out with him had ended with me coming in my pants.
His slow strokes held a control that drove me wild. Each slide against my prostate hit right on the mark, and my legs shook from the force of the sensations coursing through me. Wyatt wasn’t a guy who rushed in with abandon—not like me—no, he was careful, present, and deliberate, and I craved his steadiness with every ounce of my soul. He savored rather than rushed, even though his strokes hit deep and on target every time.
Gasps escaped me, and the moans burst from my lips unbidden from just how good every thrust felt. Wyatt’s breaths had quickened too, his grip tightening on my hips with a bite that I loved. He fucked into me hard enough that the smack of his groin to my tender ass sent another flare through me.
Goddamn, the way he railed me into the table was transcendent, each stroke sending pure euphoria fluttering through me. My wholebody bucked forward from the force, even though his hold on my hips kept me steady. I braced myself against the table, hoping it could bear my weight. Sweat prickled on my forehead, and my breaths came out shakier as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.
The ridge of his piercing sent a whole flurry of new adrenaline through me with the slight curve of his cock, the thickness. Everything about Wyatt was absolutely perfect. His callused grip on my hips was so tight I hoped he’d leave bruises I’d see tomorrow, and his symphony of grunts and moans created an intoxicating melody.
“Damn, Rory,” he groaned out. “Your ass feels too damn good. The squeeze of it, baby.”
Heat coursed through me, traveling to my chest with a lingering warmth. He had a way of affecting me that no one else had ever matched, and I was fast becoming addicted.
“I’d live in this hole if I could,” he continued, those coarse words amplifying my lust. “Just take you every day and night. Sink right into this paradise and lose myself in you.”
My heart clenched tight. I wanted that. So damn badly.
For him to take me whenever he wanted. To belong to him completely.
Unfathomable, of course, but in this moment I could surrender to the fantasy.
I could surrender to him.
Wyatt continued to ram into me with the deliberate force I craved, as if he wasn’t just trying to fuck me but meld our bodies together. The stretch of him, the length as he thrust inside me was everything I’d been yearning for, and damn. The scent of cedar, wholly Wyatt, lingered here, and longing surged through me, unexpected and fierce. He fucked into me like he needed it as badly as I did, and I savored every second.
As much as I wanted to come, I didn’t want this to end.
