We were together.
He tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it onto his cock, then coated it with a liberal amount of lube. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for him to empty into me bare. I hadn’t done that with other partners, but once we were a few months out on the piercing, I’d be handing him my test results and begging.
“Going to ride my cock or just stare at it?” Wyatt teased, giving himself a lazy stroke. The sight of him spread out before me, those gorgeous muscles on display, sent a spike of lust through me.
“Well, it’s a damn attractive cock,” I said as I straddled his hips. His length brushed against my crease, and I sucked back a sharp breath. The urge to be filled by him had grown into a consuming force. I reached back, angled his tip against my hole, and began to sink down.
“Oh fuck,” Wyatt moaned out. His hands landed on my hips, the rasp of his calluses and the firmness of his grip getting me even hotter. I lowered myself onto his cock, taking my time as his thick length speared through me. My hole was a little tender after getting fucked hard earlier, but I could handle him now. And part of me loved feeling a little used. I dropped fully onto him, my heated skin brushing against his. Euphoria flushed through me in this moment at being filled completely by him.
“You’re so addictive,” he said, running his hands up and down my hips. This vantage point allowed me full view of him and how gorgeous he was, and it took my breath away. His dark eyes crinkled with a tenderness I wasn’t used to having aimed at me, and the splayed strands of his hair across his forehead added a touch of roguishness. His smile had a bit of a tilt that made it look like he was smirking, and damn, I was so gone on him.
Every detail was only amplified by his kindness, his steadiness, his loyalty.
Each brushstroke part of a masterpiece I couldn’t look away from.
He shifted his hips up, and pleasure flooded through me. A long, low moan escaped, and I rested my hands on his furry chest as I began to work in tandem. I lifted up and sank back down in time to his movements, and the sensations that rolled over me grew stronger with each stroke. Fuck, his cock fit inside me perfectly, and the glidewas immaculate. This angle thrust it in even deeper, to the point the sensations stole my breath away.
I tossed my head back and savored the feelings that swept over me, threatening to drag me along with them. My thighs flexed on automatic, my hips shifting as his did. We were both so far gone that release wouldn’t take long, but I wanted to savor this time with him. My heart overflowed, all the ups and downs culminating in a serenity that rarely descended on me. A feeling of rightness, like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Like this was the person I’d been waiting for.
Sweat burst between us, droplets beading on my forehead, and my knees dug into the mattress, my thighs burning as I continued to ride his cock. Each thrust grazed against my prostate, and the flares of pleasure rippled through my body. My limbs trembled from how damn good he felt inside me, how much he possessed me, owned me.
Wyatt didn’t fuck me fast—no, he moved with the same dedication and purpose that had lured me in from the start. His strokes were deliberate and on the mark, and he took his time, running his hands around my hips, along my cock, squeezing my ass, my thighs. His eyes burned with a singular focus on me, and being trapped under that was a heady feeling.
I didn’t ever want him to look away.
“Damn, I could stay inside you forever,” he murmured, as if he peeked right into my heart.
“You feel perfect,” I admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into my tone. Emotions bubbled up inside me, ones I’d normally run screaming from. The sheer intensity of the way I felt for this man should’ve been a sign to stay away, breathtaking and slightly painful, like pressing the edge of a heated knife.
Yet the incandescence that filled me up outshone the sting, a lightness I’d been searching for my entire life.
I continued to ride him until my thighs screamed, until my spanked cheeks stung. My cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum onto his abs, just pooling there, and Wyatt continued to drive into me with a steadiness that lit me on fire. My balls ached with the need to come, and the pressure built inside me, increasing with each thrust.
My breaths came out faster, because goddamn, I was so close.
But I didn’t want to spill over the edge without him.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned out, his head tilted back on the pillows. “How did I exist without you?”
My heart twisted tight, and I swallowed a sharp breath. God, the things he said to me. They spilled from his lips carelessly, as if he didn’t realize how he upended my world. How he’d ensnared me before I’d quite understood it myself.
All I’d seen was thick thighs, a sexy grin, and those rugged good looks.
Yet then I’d been drawn in by his genuineness. His steady arms, his patience, his kind smiles.
And now I’d completely fallen in love with him.
“Come inside me,” I begged, needing to feel the throb of his cock unloading. “Please.”
“I’m close.” His voice came out in a low rasp. “Jerk yourself off, baby.”
I wrapped my hand around my cock and complied. Wyatt’s grip on my hips tightened, and then all of a sudden, those slow and steady strokes quickened. He thrust into me hard and fast with a desperation that coiled within me too. I shuttled my hand on my cock, moving to the same tempo. My whole world transmuted to this moment with him, to the way he fucked me, to the way he filled me, to the way he’dmade it so no one else could compare. Lust boiled inside me, ready to combust, and my balls drew up.
“Oh god, I’m going to come,” I gasped out.
“Come for me,” he commanded, thrusting up hard. His cock pulsed inside me, and fuck, that was all I needed.
