Page 24 of Wyatt & Weston
“You know why.” He laughs, but the fucker adjusts himself too. “We gotta take things slow with Emma. She’s been back and forth on what she wants and we don’t want to pressure her into something she’s not ready for.”
“Says the man who still has a bit of her cum on the corner of his lips?” I grin wickedly.
He quickly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck you.” He laughs.
“How did she taste?”
The sweet sound of her moans as she came undone for Wyatt will forever haunt my dreams. I could have came from that alone.
“Best damn thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting,” he smirks.
“I’m jealous.”
“Don’t worry, you will get your chance soon.”
We don’t want Emma thinking we only want sex. That's the furthest thing from the truth. We like her personality the most, her looks are just a bonus. Just from what we’ve seen, she’s smart, funny, caring and an overall good person.
If we didn’t know better, we would never have guessed she grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth.
We’re met with the sounds of the nightlife and our feet crushing against the gravel as we make our way to the truck and climb in. We drive the rest of the way home in silence, I’m sure both of us replaying every second of what just happened.
As we approach the main house, the driveway is empty apart from dad’s truck. Everyone must be still at the bar. Pulling my phone out, I send a quick text to Hadley, letting her know Emma is back at her cabin safe and to let Sophia know.
The house is quiet as we remove our boots and head upstairs. “Night, brother.” Wyatt nods before dipping into his room.
I head into mine, closing and locking the door behind me. Grabbing the remote, I turn the TV on to some random station, needing some background noise.
Pulling my shirt off, I toss it into the dirty hamper along with my jeans and crawl into bed.
I stare up at the ceiling, Emma’s sweet face flashing in my mind, the phantom sounds of her moans making my cock pulse.
It’s painfully hard and I know I’m not going to get any sleep until I relieve the pressure. Spitting in my hand, I slip it into my boxers and wrap it around my stiff length. I moan as I give it a firm squeeze.
Closing my eyes, I relax as my mind fills with an image of Emma on her knees looking up at me with pure lust in her eyes as she takes my cock in her hand and brings it to her lips. I stroke myself to the thought of her pink tongue slipping out to taste the bead of pre cum running down the tip.
“Fuck,” I groan as I start to work myself faster, my grip tighter.
My pulse starts to race as my balls tingle.
Then Emma is taking my cock into her mouth and she swallows me down whole like a good fucking girl.
“That’s it, Red,” I grunt, panting now as I chase my impending orgasm. “Suck my cock, fuck.”
My free hand tangles in the bed sheet as I work myself closer and closer to my release. In my mind, Emma grabs my balls, rolling them in her soft dainty hands before giving them a squeeze. The image has me cumming hard, my whole body stiffening as thick ropes of cum shoot out onto my belly.
When I’m done getting the last drop out, my body goes limp as I struggle to catch my breath.
This woman is like no other female I’ve met. No one has caught our attention this long, no one has us wanting to know everything and anything about them. I even hate the idea of her being in her cabin alone. I want to be there with her, hear her sweet voice, laughing to her musical laugh.
“I’m a goner,” I groan, reaching over and grabbing a handful of tissues to clean myself up. Tossing them in the trash, I take a quick shower before finally letting myself get some sleep with the thought that we get to see her again tomorrow, bright and early.
Do you know how hard it is to work with a stiffie? I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off my little vixen. She knows she’sa distraction and isn’t a bit sorry about it, always grinning whenever she catches me practically drooling.
“You got a little something there,” she says, her soft hand brushing over the corner of my lip.
She laughs when I check, she’s just messing with me. I love it though, seeing her carefree and enjoying herself.
It isn’t until around one by the time we get everything done. A lot later then we usually do, but we got it done.
