Chapter Twelve
EXETER
Something warm and wet slides through my center. I moan, spreading my legs wider. I’m on my stomach, naked in Wyatt’s bed, my legs spread wide and I know that if I could see behind me, I’d get a spectacular view of his dark head of hair between my thighs.
Swear to God he’d make a home with his face between my legs if he could, and I for one would never complain—the man has pure talent.
Sliding to my knees, I push back, giving him more room and myself more mobility. Wyatt’s hands wrap around the sides of my thighs, tugging me against his face. His tongue flicks my clit over and over, my thighs twitching with each move.
I let out a moan. “Yes, baby,” I whimper.
Rocking back against him, I need more, I need everything that he could possibly give me. I’m so close, my orgasms coming quicker each time he’s between my legs, no matter how, with his mouth, hands or cock. I’ve never experienced something like this, a man, like this before.
His fingers grip my thighs tighter, his tongue works me faster and I rock back against him one more time before I explode. I cry out into the bedding, my fingers gripping the sheets in fists. He continues to lick in long languid strokes before his teeth nip the inside of my thigh and he moves around behind me.
I hear the telltale crinkle of the foil packet being ripped open and I presume it’s being tossed to the floor somewhere. Then I feel him against my sore center. He doesn’t slam into me like I assumed he would, instead he slowly sinks inside of me from behind. I feel the hair of his thighs against the backs of my own when he’s fully seated, my eyes close on a sigh at the way he fills me.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, sugar,” he murmurs as his hands grab ahold of my hips.
He holds me still as he pulls almost completely out of me and then drives back inside. I never know how Wyatt is going to be from one time together to the next. He can be tender and sweet, slow and hard, or fast and furiously delicious. I love them all, I don’t have a favorite when it comes to sex with him.
Right now, I’m halfway asleep, and this slow and hard is the most amazing feeling in the entire universe. I don’t ever want to leave this bed, and that’s dangerous, because I know that I’ll have to one day. We won’t live happily ever after, I’m not meant for him, he deserves so much better than me—so much more than I can ever offer him.
One of his hands flattens against my lower back and then I feel his thumb slide down the crack of my ass. I let out a whimper, but push back against him. I hear him grunt above me, his thumb inching down between my ass cheeks until he finds my back entrance.
My eyes widen when he begins to rub circles against my ass. “Wyatt,” I breathe.
“Just playin’, sugar,” his deep gruff voice rumbles.
I let out a sigh, forcing my body to relax and close my eyes. Wyatt continues to fuck me at the same time his thumb works circles against me. It’s too much, the sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. I want more. I want so much more, it feels just as amazing as all of the books I’ve read have described.
Lifting up onto my hands, I arch my back and push my ass even farther against him. He lets out a groan, his grip around my hip tightening.
“Fuck, Exeter,” he breathes as his hand leaves my hip and slips between us. I feel his fingers touch my clit and my eyes immediately roll in the back of my head.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Fuck, yes,” he agrees.
No other words are spoken. His slow and hard thrusts change. Everything about the way he’s moving flips. It’s as if something changes instantly. He pulls back and slams deep on a groan, and then his thumb slips inside of my back entrance and he lets out a growl before his thrusts come in short, hard, hot motions. He fucks me. He fucks me hard, and I welcome every single slam of his hips against my ass.
My hips jerk, my orgasm crashing through me with little warning. Wyatt buries himself deep inside of me with a long groan and then I feel his cock twitch. We stay frozen in our positions for long enough to catch our breaths, then he slowly slides out of me, his thumb slipping out of my ass and I let out a moan when he does.
I collapse back on my stomach, and close my eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply trying to calm my still racing heart. Wyatt leaves the bed, but I can’t do anything other than stay where I am.
The bathroom door opens, closes, then opens again and I feel the bed dip. Wyatt kisses a path from my lower back all the way up my spine until I feel his warm chest against my back and his lips just below my ear.
“I have to get ready for work, I gotta pick up Rylan. Stay as long as you want, hell, stay all day and I can just pick you up here,” he murmurs.
Rolling onto my back, I look up into his eyes, his chest hovering above me, his light brown eyes focused on nothing but me, and his brown hair mussed up and gorgeous. I sigh at the simple, yet monumental moment that is right in front of us.
He lowers his head, maybe feeling the same way as I am. His lips brush over mine once, twice, three times before he slants his head and his tongue slips past my lips and sweeps through my mouth. I sigh, wrapping my legs around his waist and pull him down on me, needing to feel his heavy weight.
Wyatt groans, his lips slowly breaking the kiss, then he moves his lips over to the side of my ear, where he always seems to end up. He sighs, his breath warm against my already heated skin.
“Stay here forever if you want, sugar,” he murmurs.
I laugh softly, knowing that he isn’t truly serious, but loving the words anyway. “I have to go see MawMaw today, take her to the store and stuff. I’ll come back here when I’m finished. What time will you be home?” I ask, my lips finding his neck and I can’t stop myself from tasting him there.
He hums. “Around six,” he grunts, his voice raspy and deep. “You gotta stop, sugar, or I’m gonna have to fuck you again, then I’ll be late.”
I stop, reluctantly. He dips his chin, his lips finding mine and kisses me, his beard tickling my face and I giggle. He leaves the bed for the second time, except I know he won’t be back here until tonight and I can’t hide my disappointment.
“You go get tested?” he asks, his voice hesitant.
I don’t blame him either, I kind of flipped out about it when he broached the topic. Sitting up, I tug the sheet over my naked breasts.
“I did, I’ll know in about a week,” I call out.
I hear him moving around the bathroom, then the water in the shower starts. He peeks his head out from around the door, a huge smile on his face. He looks young in this moment, and it dawns on me that I don’t know his real age.
“How old are you?” I blurt out.
He blinks, then frowns slightly before he smiles again. “Thirty, and you?” he asks.
“Twenty-five,” I answer immediately.
“Good. Oh, and I went and got tested, too,” he mentions. He turns around, his perfectly sculpted ass on display before he turns his head to look back at me. “Next week I’m fuckin’ you bare, sugar. Goddamn, it’s like fuckin’ Christmas.”
I open my mouth to respond, but he steps into the shower and closes the door behind him before he starts to sing some country song. I smile at his words. Like Christmas. He’s crazy. Completely crazy. He’s mine, too and I don’t know if I should be thinking of him as that because I know it’s only temporary, but fuck it, I am. He’s mine and I am definitely his.