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He only peppers sweet, soft kisses on the inside of my thigh and says in the gentlest of voices, "Shhh, I know it hurts, baby. You can do this." All the while, he's breaching both of my holes with his thick fingers, slowly pulsing them in and out.
With his free hand, he pulls back the skin around my dick, exposing the angry, sensitive glans. Then, with those devilish eyes locked on mine, he flutters his tongue over it until I'm shaking from head to toe. Goosebumps break out all over my body, and I'm thrashing my head back and forth.
No no no no no no no no no, oh my God?—
I pull a pillow down over my face and scream.
CHAPTER 24
WYATT
Weston is nervous. He doesn’t want to admit it, but I know him well enough to recognize the quiet twitch in his jaw and the way he fidgets, the way he rubs his fingers together.
I watch him walk ahead of me and Niles, his duffel slung over one shoulder, his competition jacket tied around his waist. He looks steady, confident. He’s been trying to look that way all morning.
“You’ve got this,” I tell him when we separate at the security gate.
He nods and moves into the security line.
“You feeling alright?” I ask Niles.
His smile is crooked but warm. “I’m fine, Wyatt. Quit hovering.”
He gives me an amused eyebrow. I know he wants to say it.
“Watch it,” I warn, low and menacing.
The twinkle in his eye and the way he bites his lip lets me know he’s okay.
I’ve spent the past twelve hours convincing myself last night didn’t happen. Or rather, that it shouldn’t have happened the way it did. Niles insists it was the hottest night of his life. His words, not mine. It doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty every time I remember just how much I liked it. Just how fast I’d let go.
I really shouldn’t have gone that hard, especially in the middle of a huge competition. It was stupid of me.
At least he promised he’d be more careful about calling me Daddy in public.
I’m not holding my breath.
He whispered it in my ear at breakfast, so I don’t have much hope.
Right now, he’s focused. Harris pulled him aside during the Women’s All-Around Finals yesterday. Niles told me after, practically vibrating with energy, that Harris is on board with him taking a few more risks. Not everything Niles wanted, but enough.
He’s hungry. He wants to beat his scores from Thursday.
I want that for him too. I’m glad he’s feeling back to himself and that he’s ready to show off again. It’s his natural state, and I love seeing him shine.
Mik, Jason, and Jace are already in their seats when we enter the arena. I see them watching me, exchanging quiet words. Can they tell I spent all night having overly vigorous sex with a man half my age?
I don’t make a lot of eye contact just in case, and keep my eyes focused on the competition floor. It’s Weston’s big day.
Today is Apparatus Finals Day One. The events are floor, pommel horse, and rings.
Niles stays on the sidelines, warmed up and ready in case he’s needed as an alternate for floor. He fidgets more than usual but keeps his mask on as he cheers his team on.
He doesn’t end up needing to do anything, and I’m glad. He needs the rest, even if he thinks I’m hovering.
Apparatus days move fast, each event only lasting half an hour, then maybe ten minutes for medals after each event. Before I’ve processed that the competition has started, the floor routines are done. Shane Linz takes silver for Team USA on floor. Brandon Isaacs pulls a surprise bronze.
Pommel horse is next. I hold my breath from the first second as Weston takes the floor for his event.
