My hands found purchase on her waist as I rested my forehead against hers. At last I found my voice, raw from shouting when she gave me the mother of all orgasms. “I think you might have ruined me,” I croaked.
“I hope not.” She laughed. “You promised me a good time in your bed.”
My laughter was weaker. Lowering my lips to hers, I tasted alcohol and my own saltiness. As if her hot kisses weren’t enough, discovering my flavor on her tongue worked me right up again. Several long, drugging kisses later, I let us up for air.
“I never break a promise.”
I stood and helped her to her feet. In seconds I had her stripped down to her thong and that bra that had all my attention from the second I laid eyes on it. I kicked off my jeans and boxers and stepped into her, holding her heavy breasts in my hands as I teased the pads of my thumbs over the buds pebbling for both of our pleasure.
“Now it’s my turn to wreck you.”
Chapter Sixteen
Piper
Wyatt’s sexy hoodedeyes promised me he meant what he said. He was going to wreck me. I tugged a Teflon shield over my heart and lifted my chin, challenging him to give it his best shot.
In hindsight, that might have been a bad idea.
As he leisurely sampled my lips with his tongue and teeth, he hefted and squeezed my breasts, his thumbs moving over my nipples in an unhurried way that arrowed a barrage of sensations directly to my core. I anchored my hands to his hips and did my best not to squirm as I locked my thighs together. But the naughty man knew exactly what he was doing as he plucked me with his thumb and index finger. The moans slipped out against my will, and he chuckled a puff of air into my mouth.
He dropped to his knees to nip and kiss along the tops of my thighs. Goosebumps that had nothing to do with my earlier chill broke out over my skin. Playing the fingertips of one calloused hand along my hamstrings, he went to work with the other, petting my clit and testing my seam through my now soaked panties. His dark laughter met the shiver that rippled over me.
“You like being teased, don’t you, Piper?”
“Um.” I buried my fingers in his long, wavy hair and held on.
Increasing the pressure but not the speed, he continued to rub me, and my legs started to shake.
“Uh-huh. I’m giving you a little of your own medicine back.”
His talented fingers slipped between the silk of my panties and my skin, dragging that barrier down my thighs, over my knees, and past my calves to rest on the floor at my feet. I watched in fascination as he licked his lips and smiled at my pussy right before he buried his face in the space at the apex of my thighs. That was all the warning he gave me before he went to town feasting on my clit.
“I need more. Open for me, Piper.”
Helpless against his relentless tongue and lips teasing, tasting, kissing, sucking, I widened my stance. He cupped my ass with his big hands, kneading and squeezing as he stabbed his tongue over and over again inside me.
Low in my belly, the pressure built and built until I was trembling all over. I slid a hand down to press my finger against my clit, desperate for release, but Wyatt clamped his hand over my wrist.
“You don’t come until I say you can come.”
With one last lick along my soaked, achy center, he stood and walked me backward toward the wall between his dresser and the door. He spun me around and said, “Both hands on the wall, babe. Now spread your legs.”
I heard the crinkle of the foil wrapper as he tossed it somewhere on the floor. Then the tip of his magic penis nudged my opening, and I widened my stance.
“Thatta girl.” One big hand splayed across my belly as the other joined mine on the wall when he plunged his hard length into my wet heat.
A whimper left my throat as he seated himself deep.
“You all right?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Wyatt. Please.”
I needed to come so bad, and the big bastard knew it, so he waited while my pussy pulsed around him.
“Please, what?” His pinkie moved back and forth a breath away from where I needed it.
“Please let me come.” He’d made me so desperate I clawed at the wall and whimpered again.
