Page 14 of Breathing Wisteria
Wyatt
My words are like a red rag to a bull. Any trace of self-control evaporates and all I can say is thank-fucking-god. This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had, but I want this. Him. I may even need it.
He surges forward with a ferocity that should frighten me. Instead I feel safe and wanted. Like this man would kill for me if he had to. Once upon a time that would have been true, but right now I’ll settle for this moment of false refuge.
His hands thread through my hair, pulling me where he wants me. He never felt the need to be gentle with me and I love the desperation that is ingrained in his every touch. Love the heat that blazes along my skin after every contact.
Our mouths move against each other and ten long years of need is making it difficult to hold back. He’s making these soft grunts, every time his tongue finds mine and I can’t believe I’d forgotten how good this is. How intensely I have always craved the sensory overload that accompanies sex with Flynn Maguire.
How am I going to walk away from this?
“Baby.” His hands move down my body, gripping my hips and grinding me against him. “You want to ride me so I can get my mouth on those tits or you want me to bend you over and fuck you from behind?” He leans down and kisses my neck before sucking hard, almost to the point of pain.
“Are you giving me a hickey?” I can’t disguise the horror in my shriek as I push away from him and punch his shoulder as hard as I can. “You asshole!”
A quiet chuckle vibrates through his chest and he pulls me back in for a kiss, this time slow and delicious as though we have all the time in the world. Just when I think I’m about to come from the taste of him alone, he breaks away and lightly caresses my bottom lip with his thumb.
“Wyatt?” His voice is quiet and rough, as though he’s about to reveal a dangerous secret and I automatically lean into him, needing to hear his confession.
“You about ready to sit on my dick, ’cause I need to be inside you like right fucking now.”
“Ugh.” A slap to his chest this time. “What happened to romance? You suck!”
“Not right now, but later, I promise.”
His smirk is infuriating, and I would be more than happy to continue telling him off if the sight of his hands working his zipper open wasn’t so distracting.
My hands fall to my side and I watch, captivated, as the zip slowly lowers, revealing a light trail of hair and nothing else. I keep watching as his large hand, God, I always loved his hands, lowers and I have to bite my lip to stifle a groan when he pulls his cock free, jerking himself roughly.
I should move. I should slide to my knees and take him in my mouth. He’s the only guy whose dick I’ve actually enjoyed having in my mouth, so I have no explanation as to why I’m frozen to the spot. Other than the fact I’m enjoying the view too damn much.
“Baby?”
“Hmmm?”
“You good?”
“Mmmhmm.”
A chuckle vibrates through him and I force my eyes to meet his.
“What?”
“Come here.” His voice is demanding and snaps me out of my lusty haze.
“Wait.” I hop up off his lap and make quick work of removing my leggings and panties. As I lift my sweatshirt over my head, I see Flynn dragging his jeans off and the persistent throb in my clit intensifies.
Sliding back onto him, I press myself against him, desperate to get as close as possible. His arms immediately wrap around me, unclasping my bra and as soon as it drops to the floor, his mouth is on me, his tongue teasing my nipple and then he bites down deliciously hard, drawing a loud moan from me.
My hands tangle with his t-shirt, pulling it up and off. I flatten myself against him, my breasts cushioned against his chest and the contrast of our bodies intoxicates me. His hard to my soft. I know that regret will most likely find me tomorrow, but right now all I can do is surrender.
The feel of his mouth on the curve of my neck causes me to grind on him, and there is no finesse, no skill. My thighs instinctively tighten around him every time the head of his cock teases my clit and his hands are clutching my ass, dragging my wetness along his hard length over and over, torturing us both.
When his mouth finds mine, I lean forward and my ass lifts, giving him the room he needs to place his cock at my entrance. I feel him push the tip in, stretching me in the most perfect way. I thread my hands through his hair and with his tongue moving with my own, his hands pinching my nipples, I press down until he is fully seated inside me.
So. Fucking. Deep.
So. Fucking. Perfect.
