Page 98 of Fly Boy
“Please?” Pouting, I take one step back and then another, loosening my hair out from my elastic and letting it flow down my back. His nostrils flare as I carry on, dragging the zipper on my jacket down. Shucking it from my shoulders, it lands on the floor with a heavy thud.
“I thought you were going to give me a tour?”
I lift my shirt over my head next, dropping it on the jacket before reaching for my pants buttons, undoing them one by one, and lowering them down my legs.
“Kitchen.” I point toward the left. “Dining room.” I point to the right. “Bedrooms upstairs.” I tilt my head, letting him see the staircase behind me. “Hot tub’s outside on the deck.”
His fingers twitch by his side before he lifts them to this collar and starts undressing, too. I watch with avid fascination as he steps out of his clothes, standing in my father’s hallway in only his underwear.
The bratty part of me wants to fuck him all over this house, let him use me in all the filthy and nasty ways I know I’d love, but I was being serious about a good soak helping my muscles.
“I’m going to get my swimsuit and grab towels,” I tell him, trying to fight against the haze of lust that always seems to linger until it becomes so potent I can barely breathe around him. “Bathroom is here if you need it.” I gesture to the door on my right. “I’ll meet you outside.” I say, pointing to the back doors.
I take the stairs two at a time, grabbing a couple of towels from the linen closet on my way to my room. Throwing clothes out of my drawer, I search for my bikini, quickly pull it on beforerunning out of the door. But as soon as I step into the hallway, I falter, a salacious grin taking over my face as I dart back inside to grab one more thing.
Sprinting through the house, I nearly trip when I step outside. Steam rises into the air, the light from the tub basking Wyatt in this glow that makes me want to pounce on him. He rests his arm against the ledge, careful to keep his touched-up ink out of the water. Although, from here, it looks healed already.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he says as I approach the side, flicking a switch to turn on the heat lamps surrounding the deck and tossing the towels on the ledge next to the tub. His eyes are closed, his head lying back, and I smirk.
“Like what?” I ask innocently, throwing a leg over the side and climbing in.
He tilts his chin, cracking an eye open, his gaze running down the length of my body. Since he decided to wear the swim shorts from the lodge… it’s only fair that I wear my matching bikini. Especially since tonight, he will actually take it off me.
“Like you want to eat me.” He sits up, the muscles in his neck bunching as he watches me sit across from him.
The hot water bubbles around my legs as I stretch them out, finding the jets and positioning my calves in front of them. The strategic move leaves me open, my bikini-clad pussy on display, a welcoming invite for the man in front of me.
Getting in the hot tub wasn’t meant to be for anything dirty. Itwasmeant to be for relaxation. But the way he’s staring at me, a man hungry—starvingactually—sends shock waves straight to my needy core.
“I think it’s you who wants to do the eating,” I tease, my voice raspy and barely heard over the noise of the hot tub.
Wyatt’s attention is between my legs, his eyes dark and focused as I trail a finger up and down the hem of the bikini bottoms, wanting him to make the first move.
“Baby, I could eat your pussy all day long and never get full.” My mouth dries as I watch him push off his seat, the water ripping around him as he comes to kneel in front of me. “Is that what you want? Is that why you really wanted to get into the hot tub? So you could wear this sexy scrap of material you taunted me with months ago?”
He reaches up, deftly untying the straps behind my neck, the bikini cups dropping, exposing my breasts. When he flicks a finger over my hard nipple, the water from his hands makes the bud even more sensitive as the cool outdoor air nips at my skin.
“Do you want my mouth on you?” His warm, wet chest ghosts against mine as he leans around and unfastens the other strap that keeps the top secure, tossing the entire thing to the ground. “Is that what you want?” I groan when Wyatt’s lips leave open-mouthed kisses, starting from my neck and moving down to my breasts. He sucks one into his mouth, his teeth grazing my nipple, making me arch into him. He doesn’t stay there for long, continuing down my stomach to my hip, his fingers looping under the thin bands tied at my waist. He looks up, his eyes hooded, filled with arousal. “You could have just asked, baby. You didn’t need to act coy, trying to seduce me.”
“I wouldn’t have to try to seduce you. I know if I asked you to drop to your knees and worship my pussy like the queen I am, you’d do it.” I lick my lips, loving the way his eyes go wide with surprise.
“Damn fucking straight,” he says with a laugh. He runs his tongue along my pubic bone and I’m so unbelievably turned on that I’m vibrating with need. “I’d have you writhing and whimpering, moaning my name like the good little slut you are. Begging to be filled and fucked hard until you come.”
Fuck yes.
He doesn’t have to touch me to know that I’m already wet, soaking through the fabric of the bikini bottoms, all the moisture in my body redirected to my pussy, desperate for his mouth.
“So why don’t you get started?” I tease, then open my legs wider. He smirks, tugging at the ties on either side of my hips, and I lift them just enough to let him pull the material out from under me. He sweeps his gaze over my body, his eyes lightening up when he looks at my hip.
“This is fucking beautiful,” he says softly, his finger barely brushing my tattoo. He presses his lips above it, below it, all around it, making my skin sizzle with each one.
“Do you like it?” I ask a little incoherently. He might be making my brain turn to mush, but I still want his approval.
“I do.” He kisses directly on top of it this time. “It’s perfect.”
He plants his hands on my knees, sliding them up the inside of my thighs, applying pressure to spread me wider. “Now, my queen, let me feast.”
His head lowers, but I trap it between my legs, sucking my lower lip between my teeth as I stare down at him, at his tattooed-covered shoulders and arms. Leaning back, I slide my hand between the towels, pulling something out but keeping it out of sight.
