Page 107 of Saving Wyatt

I dropped down over him and reconnected our mouths. I ground against him and felt him getting larger and harder under my weight, and before long, we were dry humping, our lips sore from all the rough, intense kissing.

His fingers slipped down to my waist and seized the hem of my T-shirt before yanking it off my body. A rip echoed in my ears, but I didn’t care if it was torn. I didn’t care if he destroyed all my clothes in the process, I just wanted us naked and together.

With my top out of the way, he massaged my front, sliding his hands up and down my chest and abdomen, tracing the natural curves and dips of my body. Each stroke set my skin on fire. Goosebumps followed everywhere his fingers trailed. I throbbed and pulsed, aching more and more as time went by and I was still not free.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, his eyes scanning my naked body with a glow of primal need in them.

“You’ve got no idea how hot you are,” I whispered back and helped him take his shirt off.

As soon as it was out of the way, he got busy with the button of my jeans and didn’t stop until they were off me.

When we were both naked, he reached for the bottle of lube and opened his legs, guiding his fingers right over his tight muscle and rubbing the sticky substance over it in circles. I watched him, biting my lip, but it didn’t help restrain the moan that built up right from my very core.

My cock bounced in front of his hole, and as he drove his fingers one by one inside himself, a knot formed in my throat that became impossible to swallow. Not until I was balls deep inside him.

“You like me prepping myself for you?” he groaned.

His voice was like a drug. He was like a drug. The more time I spent in his presence, the harder it was not to want more and more of him.

“Fuck yeah. It’s so fucking sexy,” I answered and placed a finger beside his.

I slipped it inside him, slowly staring at him the whole time, unblinking, unwavering, and watched as his jaw dropped open and he let out a gasp.

“Fuck!” he huffed.

I smiled and added another finger, hugging his hands as it cupped over his dick and balls and we finger-fucked him in tandem, building up to a tempo.

When I added a third finger, he threw his head back and muffled his mouth with a pillow. The more I stretched him, the more control he seemed to lose, but it was quite the sight to behold. Which was why I didn’t hesitate to add my fourth finger into him and push my hand inside him up to the knuckles.

Wyatt took the pillow off his face and glared back at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

“You’re torturing me, you know that?”

“I can stop,” I hummed.

“Please, no. Fuck!” He squeezed his eyes shut, and a groan came out of his mouth in waves before he spoke again. “You better fuck me right now or I won’t last long.”

I scoffed. “So? What’s with you and lasting long. As if we don’t have the whole night ahead of us.”

“Correction. Our whole lives. But I want you inside me, all the freaking time.”

I pursed my lips as if I was pondering his suggestion, and after a moment or two, I sat up, slid my hand out of him and replaced it with my cock that was throbbing and desperate for attention.

“Better?” I asked.

Wyatt’s smile turned bigger, wider, and he let out a sigh of relief the same way a thirsty, dehydrated man does when he gets to water.

I chuckled and pushed myself inside him all the way.

Wyatt groaned. My cock jerked inside him in response. He groaned again.

“So much better,” he said, and folded his legs on either side of my head and I leaned forward, looked into his eyes and fucked him hard and fast until his eyes rolled back and he could barely breathe.

I was close. So close. I’d been close since we climbed into bed, but I could feel the familiar tingle at the pit of my stomach that told me I didn’t have long before I spilled all my secrets inside him.

And yet, it was his words that drove me over the edge.

“My god, I love you Aristotle Speliopoulos. I love you so damn much.” His voice was so husky all the words almost blended into one, but I heard him loud and clear.