Page 5 of One Pucking Secret
“I like the pace we’re going,” I manage to say before claiming his lips again, this time with more certainty.
My hands continue to explore his chest from beneath his shirt, tracing every ridge and dip until our breaths are coming in pants.
His touch reaches the back of my skirt, then I feel his fingers caressing my thighs. They run along the smooth skin of my ass, causing a shiver to run up my spine.
I clasp onto the bottom of his shirt, and he moves his hands so I can slide it over his head. He reaches for my shirt next, his fingers sending tingles through me. I peel off my shirt, exposing my lacy white bra.
“This is cute,” he says, but his fingers are already unclasping the hooks of my bra. “But I think it’d be even cuter if it were on the floor.”
Within an instant, my breasts spill out. His fingers tease my nipples, causing them to harden. And then his mouth is on my breast, tongue swirling over a nipple while one hand cups the other, massaging it gently. His breath is a soft sigh against my sensitive skin, and I moan in pleasure.
“Wyatt,” I whisper, because there’s no other word for this delicious torment.
He changes our position in one swift motion. Now I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me.
He lifts my skirt and helps me out of my panties, the soft fabric pooling on the floor.
“You smell so fucking good,” he growls, lowering himself between my legs and parting them further. I lean back, offering more of myself to him, and he takes it greedily.
I cry out, arching into him. His hands spread my folds, his fingers teasingly tracing the dampening skin.
The sound of my moans fills the room as he eats me out, his tongue working like magic. I grip the sheets in fists, quivering under his touch.
“So good,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
He thrusts two fingers inside me, his tongue circling my clit in time with his movements. I scream, my body tightening around him, and he groans against me. His free hand grips my hip, holding me down as he presses into me faster, deeper.
“Fuck,” I gasp, lost in the sensations that threaten to consume me. My head spins as thepleasure builds, and then a wave crashes over me, an orgasm so powerful, it rocks my core.
We’re both panting now, shuddering from my release. My heart races from the sudden rush of endorphins and adrenaline, making my body throb with life.
His hot breath caresses my skin. He pecks my neck and reluctantly pulls away.
He stands, peeling off his shirt and jeans, revealing the hard planes of his body, honed from years of hockey. My eyes trail down, taking in every inch of him until they land on the bulge straining against his boxers.
“You’re so hard,” I tease, running my hand over his thigh and brushing my fingertips over his cock.
His breath hitches, and he grins. “Keep that up, and I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to.” And it’s the truth. My core is aching for him, to know what it feels like to have him inside of me.
“Have you ever had sex before, Chloe?”
I clear my throat. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking. Why? Do I seem inexperienced?” It isn’t a lie. I’ve had sex a few times, but I wouldn’t say the experiences were all that remarkable. The guys I’ve been with are nothing like Wyatt.
A laugh escapes him. “You seem hesitant, but judging by the way you’re touching me… you know exactly what you’re doing.” His eyes lock on mine. “I won’t hold back if you don’t.”
I bite my lip, his invitation turning me on even more. “Deal,” I finally say.
He returns to the bed, climbing on top of me.
I rest against the bed, arching my back. He slides one hand over my stomach, the other catching onto my hip.
“God, your hands,” I moan, basking in how phenomenal they feel against my skin.
“If you like them, you’re going to love my cock. Are you ready for it, baby?”
I nod, slowly but with certainty.
