“I’m too tired to answer questions. Wake me how you want to wake me,” I said, still sounding half asleep.
“Are you sure about that?” he asked.
“What’d I say about questions?”
His answer was to pull down my thong. My heart started to beat a little faster and butterflies fluttered low in my belly at the feel of his warm hands grazing my skin as he worked the small scrap of clothing down my legs until he removed it completely.He lifted my leg slightly so he could shove his between mine. His hand wasted no time finding my clit and slowly stroking it.
“I barely slept last night,” he said as his nose brushed my ear. “All I could think about was ripping off that little thong and taking you right here.” His fingers traveled farther down until he reached my wet opening. He pushed a finger inside me. When he withdrew, he added a second before thrusting inside me again.
Moaning, I reached behind me and between us. I tried to wrap my hand around him through his sweatpants.
“I want more than your hand, gorgeous,” he said, voice deep and serious. “I want this pretty pussy squeezing around me.” His thumb went to my clit, driving me mad.
“How?” I breathed. “How do you want to take me?”
His breath shuddered against my ear. “I want you to ride me. I want to see your beautiful tits you teased me with last night bouncing in my face.”
I groaned and rolled toward him. “Do you have a condom?”
He pulled his hand out of me. The abrupt vacancy left me aching, empty. He practically leapt over me to reach into Roe’s nightstand. Once he had a condom, we rearranged on the bed with him on his back. As I straddled him, I noticed a tiny heart tattooed below his hip bone. One of these days, I’d take the time to just explore them and take in all the art that he, Roe, and maybe even Reid had on their bodies.
I took off the shirt he’d lent me the night before as he shimmied his pants off and put the condom on. He was decently sized, like Roe. I wrapped my hand around him and lined him up with my entrance before slowly easing the tip of him inside. I pressed my hands flat on his chest as I began to sit, taking him in inch by inch. His hands went to my hips. The way his fingers dimpled my skin, I knew he was straining not to pull me down on him the rest of the way.
When he was fully in, I exhaled and just sat there for a moment. He moved his hands to my breasts and cupped them. His thumbs brushed over my hard nipples, making me shudder.
“Sensitive. Good to know,” he said as he dropped a hand down and started rubbing my clit with his thumb.
My breath hitched and I clenched around him.
He let out a small grunt. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to move. With my hands still flat on his chest, I lifted my hips and came down on him again. I repeated the motion over and over, making my breasts bounce, fulfilling his fantasy. He groaned watching me, feeling me.
When my breaths started to get labored from the exertion and the feeling of my orgasm building almost to the peak, he sat up, stopping me from moving any more. I nearly screamed in frustration, but he kissed me. His tongue plunged into my mouth, stroking mine like he was lost in the pleasure. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked when he was finally able to break away.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, voice desperate and needy. How could it not be after I’d just been edged like that? “Make me come.”
He flipped us and laid me gently on the bed with my head on the pillows. His hips started rocking as he pinned my hands on either side of my head. The feel of him moving in and out was almost too good.
“When you begged me just now…fuck, Lottie.” His eyes closed as if in pain for a moment. “Don’t ever beg me like that in a place I can’t get you naked.”
“Harder, Wyatt.”
He cursed and began pounding into me.
There it was. Just what I needed. Each thrust pushed me closer and closer until I reached that edge again. The noises thatcame out of me as he inched me to release were uncontrolled, loud, and almost pain-filled.
“I’m going to come,” I cried.
“I’m right behind you, joint thief,” he said as his pace picked up and destroyed me in the best possible way.
I was falling, then breaking into a million little pieces. I was so consumed by my own orgasm, I almost missed his. He continued to pound into me as I contracted around him until he slammed in one last time with a grunt. I felt him twitch inside me as he filled the condom.
As he breathed heavily, he stared down at me with hooded eyes. “What are you thinking about?”
“I was wondering what it would feel like to have you come inside me without the condom,” I answered honestly.
He groaned and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Don’t get me going again or we’ll be late for breakfast. I’m sure Roe has returned with it already.”
