Page 67 of Saving Wyatt

I held his gaze and he held mine, and the bright blue of his eyes in combination with his mouth wrapped around me all the way to the root sent ripples of pleasure through me until I lost all control and let go.

Right down his throat.

He didn’t complain. He didn’t pull back. If anything, he swallowed my load with a glimmer in his eyes that threatened to make me come undone all over again, but I was only human.

“Fuck, Wyatt!” I said, instead.

“You’re so…fucking…tasty,” he said, licking every inch of my cock clean before crawling up and resting on top of me. “Want a taste?”

I didn’t say anything. I simply opened my mouth and let him kiss me again. A wet, sweet kiss full of my cum that made my head spin and my cock throb with need despite being all spent.

“Hmmm,” I moaned, and I could feel him smirking, but he was far too focused on our snowball kiss to say anything back. “I should…take…care…of you,” I managed to say after a moment or two, and he sat up, leaning back on the other side of the sofa and pulling me down on top of him.

“I want you to suck me until you’re hard so that you can fuck me with your sweet fucking cock,” he whispered in my ear, and I had to take pause and stare him.

Had he really just said that or had been a figment of my imagination?

“Uhm…wow. You’re not messing around, are you?” I said, and he needed only to raise an eyebrow for me to get to work and start undressing him.

I had no idea where that authoritative Wyatt had come from, but I’d be damned if I didn’t like it. Heck, even my cock twitched at the tone and content of his words. And I desperately wanted to obey his commands.

I freed his cock and wrapped my hand around his generous length, his thick cockhead already decadent with his tasty precum that I lapped up without delay or tease.

Wyatt watched me blow him with his fingers hooked onto his nipples, and he twisted them over and over again, groaning so loud it resonated through my very core.

It was hard to believe this man was sitting in front of me, admiring my work, desperate to be fucked. He was the stuff of dreams and I a measly mortal.

A mortal that drove this hunk of a man closer to the edge with every bob, every stroke, every lick.

For a moment I imagined Evan watching me from a corner and laughing out loud, cheering me on. He would have been such a sucker for Wyatt too. We’d always been open with who we liked and who we found attractive, even though we never opened up our marriage to outsiders. Something told me if he was around now, he’d want us to break that rule, and hell, who could blame him.

Fuck. What am I doing?

I mentally shook my head and looked up at the man turned putty against me, piercing me with his gaze, his perfect furry body that begged to be nuzzled, the pecs and abs barely hiding underneath that demanded to be traced.

“Oh fuck!” Wyatt moaned and tilted his head back, giving me a perfect view of his Adam’s apple and the way it hardened each time he swallowed another groan. “I’m so close, Ari baby. So fucking close.”

When he dropped his head forward again, he removed his hands from his nipples and sent them down my body. He groped my cock that was quickly getting hard again and then slid them up my chest until he got to my nipples and pinched them.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

I didn’t reply. My mouth was quite full, but I did blink and hum to give him the go-ahead.

He never once laid a hand on my head, he never once guided me on his length or pressed my head down until I choked, and for some reason that turned me on even more. It was as if he trusted me to get the job done. As if he knew I could bring him to the end perfectly all on my own. As if he respected the pace and rhythm we were getting on.

Tonight was nothing like last night. There was no urgency. No rush to get it done. We had all night to explore each other’s bodies and enjoy each other’s company.

“Oh fuck, Ari. That’s it. Keep…keep going. I’m so close,” he started, all strong and powerful, but by the end, he was whimpering.

His whole body twitched before he could speak again, and I felt his hot seed scorching the back of my throat. He tasted of man and sex. A honeyed taste that made my cock come back to life in mere fucking seconds, and I looked up, saw his eyes struggling to stay open, his mouth gaping, his nostrils flaring. He was trying to compose himself after coming completely undone, and I throbbed, desperate to be inside that man again.

“You’re so fucking hot, Wyatt,” I said. He didn’t speak. Instead, he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me up for a deep, hungry kiss.

My cock pressed against his soft one, and he fiddled with our bits for a moment before guiding me to his tight hole. I pressed against him, and though I knew I’d never be able to slide inside him without a little help, we both groaned from the intimacy.

“Fuck, I taste good in you,” he said when he pulled me away and licked my lips as if needing another taste.

“You’re fucking delicious,” I said.