His eyes crinkled, the relief palpable. “Thought someone wanted a taste?”
Ngh. Yes.
I didn’t even wait for direction, just dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor. Wyatt stood and undid the button on his jeans, the sound of the zipper echoing through the room. My cock was achingly hard and dripping pre-cum, and I salivated for a taste.
He tugged his thick length out, the stainless-steel jewelry that I’d put in there glinting at the end.
“You sure this is okay without a condom?” he asked.
“It’s past the six-week mark, and you haven’t gotten irritation from fucking,” I responded. “But to be sure, let me check.” I winked at him,wrapped my hand around his base, and then sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“Oh, holy fuck.”
Pride thrummed through me as I ran my tongue along his cock and then gave another light suck. His fingers wove through my hair with a possessive grip that lit me on fire. My cock was leaking pre-cum on the floor now, but I couldn’t help myself.
“God, you’re so pretty,” he purred. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about this.”
His praise rippled through me, lighting me up inside the same way my tender ass did. Every shift, the press of my heels against the freshly spanked skin, dosed me with lust. I swallowed more of him and breathed through my nose as I bobbed up and down on his cock. The piercing at the end sparked my synapses, and the feel of him on my tongue, velvet yet steel, was so addictive I couldn’t stop.
“Dammit, your mouth is too good,” he moaned, tugging at my hair. I sucked harder, saliva dribbling down my chin as I drank in his musk, swallowed him so deep his pubes tickled my nose. Each pass left me lightheaded from the sheer thrill of having him inside me.
Wyatt tugged my hair again harder. “Okay, okay,” he gasped as he pulled out of my mouth. “I’m going to come if you keep going.”
I leaned back and wiped my forearm over the saliva coating my mouth.
“On the bed, baby,” he said, dropping his briefs and jeans in one go, and then he kicked off his boots. He slung his shirt off next and dragged off his socks until he was blessedly naked in front of me.
I hadn’t gotten up from my kneel yet, and I stared up at the expanse of fur on his chest, and the ropy muscle from hard work. Broad shoulders that were perfect to grip while he fucked me. His legs were massive, his arms equally muscular from years of manual labor. Heswiped a thumb along his whiskered chin, his roguish grin making his eyes glitter.
I wanted to worship every inch of him.
He reached down and grabbed my hand to give me a tug up. “Come on.”
I let him guide me onto the bed, and I spread out across my rumpled sheets, getting comfortable.
Wyatt followed me there a second later, rolling on top of me. His legs splayed on either side of me, bracketing me in place, and his mouth latched onto my neck as he sucked, guaranteed to leave a mark. A long, low moan escaped me. His body was heavy and hot, like a weighted blanket, and I wanted him to crush me into the mattress. His cock ground against my thigh as he pressed kisses and nipped his way down my neck, to my clavicle, to my pec.
Wyatt wrapped his lips around my nipple and tugged. My head tipped back, and I howled in pleasure. They were extra sensitive due to the piercings there. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My cock leaked more pre-cum against his chest, and the desperation to have him take me hard and fast, to leave marks all over me, rose in a real way.
He glanced up, his dark hair mussed across his forehead. His deep brown eyes glinted with a wickedness that sent a shiver down my spine—as well as the warmth of gratitude.
This man was mine.
I belonged to him, and he belonged to me, and the fact was so unreal I could barely wrap my mind around it. The euphoria built inside me with the slow unfurling sprawl of a sunrise.
Wyatt attacked my other nipple with his mouth, banishing any other thoughts from my mind.
“Oh god, oh god,” I gasped out.
He licked down my stomach, then traced my hip bones with his tongue as well. His grip on my hips kept me pinned, even as I squirmed, and fuuuuck. If we weren’t careful, I was going to come rutting against his chest.
Wyatt wrapped his hand around the base of my cock. “Yours is damn pretty. Just like the rest of you.” Before I could respond, he licked up the length, then sucked at the tip. The heat of his mouth, the thrill of the sensation robbed me of words. He sucked a little deeper, teasing me with the tip of his tongue before he popped off. “Where’s the lube and a condom?”
“Top drawer,” I managed to gasp out. When he peeled off me, I threw my forearm over my head, as if that might allow me to steal my sanity back. He tossed a condom and the bottle of lube on the bed, but before I could register anything else, his big hands gripped my hips, and the world flipped around me. Suddenly he shifted beneath me, and I was lying on top of him.
“Want to ride me, baby?” he asked, running his hands over my sensitive ass. The cheeks still smarted from his earlier attention, and he squeezed them tight, the pleasure-pain sending a zing through me.
“Hell yes.” After the thrill of being pounded against the tree earlier tonight, I needed this—something more tangible, a slower exploration that seeped through my bloodstream. It stirred up all the joy bubbling through me, the realization that no hurdles existed between Wyatt and me.
