Page 79 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
It takes a second,after I scream, to realize that Wyatt’s in my bathroom.
“Jesus, Wyatt. You scared the crap out of me! What the hell are you doing in here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the doorjamb. His gaze slowly peruses my naked body. And I let it. I like it. He makes me wet in a whole new way when he looks at me like that.
“This ismyroom,” I say. “And I’m taking a shower.” I grab a towel and start to dry my face before moving on to my neck.
“This ismyroom,” he says. “And I’m about to take a shower.” He steps into the small space. I hold the towel at my neck and let my eyes drink in the body I’ve only seen lately in my dreams.
Blanche:Oh, that’s nice.
I know.
He reaches into the shower and turns the water back on. His hip brushes against mine lightly.
This feels like a game of chicken. I prop my leg on the toilet lid and dry it, then reverse and do the other. I don’t dry what’s in between them. That would be pointless right about now.
We’re facing opposite directions, so when he leans his head back slightly, he’s able to watch me openly, blatantly as I hang my towel to dry. His dick bobs as it hardens.
I lick my lips at the sight. I can’t help it.
“You like what you see.” Wyatt smirks.
“My lips were dry,” I lie, averting my gaze.
Actually, my entire mouth is dry, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Uh-huh,” he taunts, as he steps into the shower. He doesn’t bother to slide the curtain shut, so I can still see him.
All of him.
I poke my head in. “At least I’m not the one with a hard-on from barely seeing a naked girl.”
Next thing I know, Wyatt has a hold on my wrist and I’m back under the showerhead, with my front pressed against his. The hard-on in question is loving on my clit in a most delicious way. He backs us up until I’m pinned between him and the shower wall. “That the hard-on you’re referring to?” He thrusts his hips forward.
I nod, not trusting my voice to behave.
He bends his legs a smidge and the object of our discussion is now knocking at my front door.
“You think that means I want you, Brie?” he asks, his voice rough and coarse.
I tilt my hips forward so the tip slides in. “I do,” I pant.
“Yeah?” He’s panting too.
It’s freaking hot in this bathroom.
How can I be sweating with water pouring on me?
He pushes another inch inside me.
“Mmm.” One of us moans. Probably me.
Wyatt closes his eyes and rolls his head back on his neck. The veins there protrude. I want to lick them.
So, I do.
“Fuck,” Wyatt cries as he thrusts deep inside me until he can’t go further. My cries echo his. It’s better than it ever was before. His lips capture mine in a brutal kiss, his tongue demands entry, and I open for him. It’s punishing and hard, his face mashed against mine.
