He shook his head at me and parted my legs with his hands on each of my knees. His eyes turned hooded as they took me in. He cursed. “That’s a pretty pussy.”
“Wyatt,” I whisper-yelled as I tried to close my legs.
He held them open and lowered himself. “What? It’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I covered my face with my hands.
“As much as I’m looking forward to eating this, I can’t wait to have it wrapped around my cock.”
I felt his breath on me right before his tongue dragged up my slit slowly. I gasped at the feel of his piercing on me.
“Mmm,” he hummed, and he gave me another exploring lick. “Roe was right. You do taste good.”
“He told you that?” I breathed.
“How could he not brag after having his face here?” He sucked my clit into his mouth, making my hips jump. He released me and laid his tongue flat so he could roll his piercing around that little bundle of nerves.
I brought one hand down on top of his head and covered my mouth with the back of my other.
“’She tastes so good,’ he told us,” he said against me.
“Us?” I panted.
Wyatt chuckled. “Caught that, did you?”
I fisted his hair and pushed his mouth back on me to silence him. As if to pay me back for that little stunt, he pushed two fingers inside me as he flicked the tip of his tongue against my clit.
My hips bucked and I had to press the back of my hand harder against my mouth. I was going to come. I could feel it getting closer and closer.
“Don’t stop,” I panted. “Please, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Instead, his rhythm quickened and I was thrust toward the finish line. My legs shook as I tried not to squeeze them around him and I had to cover my mouth with my palm. Little noises still managed to escape as I rode the waves of my orgasm.
As my body settled, I released Wyatt’s hair and relaxed my legs.
He lifted from me, smiling. His mouth and chin glistened even in the little bit of light there was. “You ready to go again? Because I’m not done down here.” His tongue flicked out, lapping my sensitive clit, making me clench around his fingers.
I reached for the top of his head. “Again, please.”
I didn’t have to push him down. He dove back in. When I came the second time, I had to cover my face with a pillow to muffle my moans.
Morning came too quick. Wyatt had to get home and ready for school. Before Wyatt fully climbed out the window, he kissed me. It was passionate and nearly dizzying.
“Just in case you still have doubts about my feelings,” he said as he pulled away.
I had to fight not to smile. “My doubts disappeared last night.”
He gave me a boyish proud grin. “Good.”
After he left, I debated going back to bed. I was still going to stay home for at least another week. I didn’t want to deal with anyone. I didn’t want to have to come up with lies. I still had visible bruising on my neck. My ribs were still sore. Last nightprobably hadn’t helped. Remembering that, I went over to the bedside table to take some pain meds.
Just as I was about to get back into bed, there was a knock on my door. I quickly went over to unlock and open it. I knew it would be Bram. He was returning to work today. Last night he had told me that for the next week, he was going to have two prospects guarding the house until he got home from work every day.
Bram was standing on the other side dressed for work in a dark navy polo with the Kane’s Motors logo over the left breast pocket. “Did you get scared again last night?” he asked.
Yesterday morning Wyatt and I had overslept. Bram knocked on my door to let me know breakfast was ready. Because I was asleep, I didn’t answer right away, and he tried to open the door. If I hadn’t locked it, he would have caught Wyatt as he dashed into the bathroom to hide. I had to tell Bram that I got scared at night sometimes and locking the door helped. It wasn’t a total lie.
“Yeah. Heading to work?” I tried to deflect.
