Page 51 of Saving Wyatt

“Check the drawers for condoms and lube,” he said after a few moments that felt like hours of bliss, and I obeyed like a good boy.

I opened the bedside drawer I hadn’t dared touch all this time, and I was pleased to find both.

Ari took the lube, and I unwrapped the condom. A thick wet coolness lit up my nerves around my hole, but Ari wasted no time to slide it in, to use it to his advantage and push more fingers inside me.

I took the opportunity to touch his cock again and slip the condom down his generous length and then adjusted my position in bed so I could lift my legs a little higher, open them wide on either side and allow Ari easier access.

The moment he slid inside, I lost all control. I forgot my name, my age, my whole damn self and gasped so loud. I didn’t care if I was heard. I watched as he eased himself inside me, and my stomach pulsed out of control.

I clenched myself, making the connection between us even tighter, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help the load that shot out of my neglected hard cock and pooled around my stomach.

I bit my lip and looked Ari in the eyes, apologizing and feeling him throb bigger inside me.

Gosh, it had been too long, and this felt sinful. It was so fucking good being filled.

He smiled and dipped a finger in my cum and brought it up to his tongue slowly, a fired-up expression on his face that made me gulp. It made me forget how to breathe. Especially when he repeated it over and over again, feeding on me as he pounded my ass harder and faster with each passing second.

“Goddamn, Ari. You’re gonna make me cum all over again,” I groaned.

It seemed to spur him on if anything. He bent down all over me, his hands on either side of my head and looked into my eyes as he slammed in and out of me with such precision and skill one would think we’d been practicing it for decades.

“Fuck!” I mouthed, no longer any voice left to speak with.

His eyes seemed to flicker, and his moves turned a little slower and more unsteady.

“I’m close,” he panted, and kissed me as I felt him come closer and closer to absolution.

And with him, so did I. I wrapped my arms around him and held on to him as his body shook and thrummed before he collapsed on top of me.

“I…this…fuck!” he mumbled.

I laughed, hooking my finger under his chin and lifting his head so I could experience the ultimate heaven while looking into his eyes.

And somehow, like that, I was lulled to sleep, with his weight on top of me like a comfort blanket and our naked bodies tangled as if one.

Beep. Beep.

Something vibrated, and I opened my heavy eyes. Immediately, I closed them again as the light filtered in through the window, so bright it blinded me.

I turned to the side, finding Ari sleeping on his front, his arm wrapped around my waist, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I thought I’d wake up to regret this, but how could I regret him? How could I regret the peace of heaven we’d created together on this bed?

Perhaps…maybe I could have more. Perhaps we could carve out a little paradise here, on this island, with Ari, just for us.

Would that be so bad?

When my eyes had adjusted, I turned to find the source of the vibration, and I saw the phone on the bedside table.

I picked it up and tried to check the source of the noise, but the phone felt strange in my hand. A little bigger. A little thicker.

Because it wasn’t mine.

But on the screen was a message. The noise that had woken me up. A message that made my heart feel like it had shattered in a million pieces in a matter of seconds.

Evan

Good morning, baby. I just wanted you to know I'm thinking of you and that I love you. X