I was teasing him and it was fun, but I was as turned on as he was and I knew without a doubt he would be better than anything I bought at the store.
Wyatt pulled up to a red light, and I unbuckled my seat belt, moved to the middle seat, and buckled up again. “Toy technology has come a long way, but it can’t do this,” I said, leaning over, and kissing a line down the side of his throat.
He groaned again, but for a different reason.
“Toys aren’t warm and wet.” I licked the skin I’d just kissed, and he shuddered.
“Besides, toys can’t take their big body, and press me into the mattress, grinding against me until I lose my mind.” I slid my hand over his cock through his jeans just once, then turned back to face the windshield.
“Fuck, you are so much better at dirty talk than I am.”
The light turned green and Wyatt slammed his foot on the gas.
I laughed. “You can try again when we get to your place.”
What followed was the longest drive of my life. I was pressed against his side, his heat leaching into me, his scent around me, and I was so turned on that the seam of my jeans was close to getting me off every time I shifted in my seat.
Finally, we pulled up in front of his house. He had barely shut off the truck before we were out and running for the house. I crashed into his back when he stopped to unlock the door. Once it was open we both fell through it.
Wyatt slammed the door, grabbed my shoulders and pressed my back against it. He crowded against me, his hands on either side of my head, his hips against mine. “You were enjoying teasing me while I was driving, weren’t you?”
I bit my lip and nodded. I knew funny Wyatt would enjoy the teasing, but this version of him, the sexy, determined, slightly feral one, would get payback in the best possible way.
“You knew I was going to want revenge even as you slid your tongue over my skin?”
I nodded again, running my fingers over his chest.
He moved back. “Uh uh, no touching for you.” He took both my wrists in one of his hands and pressed them above my head.
My breath caught and my heart rate ticked up as he leaned in. All I could smell was his skin. All I could feel was the heat pouring off him.
My lips tingled at the thought that he was going to kiss me, but he bypassed my mouth and pressed his lips to the side of my neck.
I let my head loll to the side to give him better access.
The scrape of his stubble against the sensitive, neglected skin of my throat was positively sinful. He moved lower down, nipping and sucking as he went.
He reached my right nipple, still covered by two layers of fabric, and pulled it gently with his teeth. I gasped and let my head fall back as heat flooded my body.
“Take me to bed, Wyatt,” I said, squirming under his mouth.
“Sure you wouldn’t rather take your toy to bed,” he asked. He got down on his knees, pushing the hem of my top out of the way with his free hand and kissing along the band of my jeans.
“Positive, I need you.”
He groaned, dropping his head forward, his forehead resting on my stomach, his hair falling into his face. “I can’t say no to that.”
He shot to his feet and grabbed my hand before pulling me after him up the stairs, and into his room.
I didn’t take the time to look around; I just moved towards the bed. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me hard and fast. My back hit the mattress, and he landed on top of me, his hips notched between my thighs.
“What was you said about pressing you into the mattress?” He asked as he rolled his hips against mine, grinding his length against my sensitive center.
I gasped. “I also said the toys weren’t warm and wet.”
He chuckled. “You’re demanding.”
“You like it.”
