Lowering my head again, I lick a circle around his tip, then tease the underside with my tongue, making his hips jerk. I feel his cock throbbing beneath my tongue.
“Jesus.”
He releases a tortured noise when I drag my tongue along the full length of him. And then he’s begging again.
“Suck it. Please.”
Emboldened by his pleas, I give him what he wants, sucking him as deep as I can.
“Yes,” he growls when I tighten the suction. “Keep going. Christ, you have no idea how often I’ve thought about your mouth.”
I release him with a soft pop. “Really?”
“Really.” He slides his hand down to my lips, tracing them with his fingertips. He looks at me with something close to reverence. “This perfect mouth. Made to suck my dick.”
His dirty words make me even more determined to push him to the edge. I encircle him with my hand and give a long, slow stroke before sucking him down to the base, my tongue dragging along his throbbing shaft.
When my eyelids flutter closed, he grips my hair and tugs on it. “Eyes on me,” he says roughly. “I want to see you.”
Oh my God. Our gazes meet, and my breath gets trapped in my lungs. It’s difficult to function when he’s watching me like that. So intense. So locked in on me.
I want every thought, every look, every breath focused on me.
My mind flashes back to the husky words he’d uttered the night he told me what he likes in bed. When he said that he doesn’t want half of someone but all of them.
That’s what gets me hard.
He wasn’t lying. The eye contact makes him impossibly harder. He’s like steel in my hand, precome leaking from his tip as we stare at each other. I lap up those pearly drops with my tongue, then engulf him with my mouth, and he lets out a strangled moan.
As my hand moves faster, working in tandem with my lips andtongue, his body tenses beneath me.
“Freckles,” he rasps. “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.”
I ease my mouth off him, my lips swollen and wet, but I don’t stop moving my hand. “That’s the point,” I say, then take him deep again, determined to finish what I started.
His hips buck up, his grip on my hair almost painful. “You’re gonna make me come,” he warns.
“Good,” I mumble around his cock.
I suck harder and enjoy the way his body shudders.
“Goddamn,” he grunts. “Coming, baby.”
He thrusts deeper into my mouth, and I feel a rush of power, knowing I’ve completely unraveled him. The salty, heady flavor of him coats my tongue. I swallow it down, moaning around him while he curses and shakes with release.
His body is still twitching when I pull back, wiping my mouth with a wicked grin.
Wyatt opens his eyes, his chest heaving. He gazes down at me, completely wrecked. He’s still trying to catch his breath, but his sated, heavy-lidded eyes tell me everything I need to know.
“You were right,” I say solemnly. “You have a really good dick.”
I wake up the next morning in Wyatt’s bed, the little spoon to his big one. It’s disorienting but nice. He surprised me last night by not letting me go to my own room when we went up to bed. I changed into pajamas and he stripped to his boxers, and then we brushed our teeth side by side and climbed into his bed. He curled one strong arm around me, pulled me close, and it honestly felt like we’d been sleeping together for years.
I twist my head to check if he’s awake. And, God, he’s beautiful. His hair is tousled. Lips parted in sleep. I like him like this, with his brow uncreased and his features relaxed and unguarded. Wyatt only shows vulnerability when he’s performing, but he looks vulnerable right now. Younger, less intense.
I don’t want to wake him, so I turn back, burrowing closer to his warm body, my ass pressed against his groin.
He must be a light sleeper, because my gentle movements summon a sleepy noise from him and he murmurs, “Morning.”
