Messy Love(32)

Lust like the one between us at that moment took a life of its own. You were delusional if you thought control was still in the cards. You were an idiot if you thought that it wouldn't get messy and so intense it would leave something empty behind where it filled us. At least, I knew that’s what would happen to me because it had never been so potent before.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, trapping my hand right before I cupped him over his briefs. I frowned and found him smirking, eyes locked on my lips before he leaned down and took them. My frown disappeared and my mouth opened as soon as his tongue swiped over my lips.

I moaned into him and wrapped my arms around his neck and went on my tiptoes to get closer to him, always closer. His skin against mine seared me. His hard muscles against my softness made me feel more feminine. His big hands now unhooking my bra and touching me had me crave him so much I thought I would combust before we would end up in his bed.

“I’m going to take you so hard you’ll always remember this,’’ he growled and pulled away to let my bra fall to the floor. His eyes latched onto my breasts. I didn’t know what more turned my nipples to these aching peaks; his words or his dark look and the wicked smile on his face when he saw me bare from everything excepted my panties.

He grabbed my hands in his and led me to his bed. That’s when I would usually feel apprehension.

When I would sleep with someone new for the first time, I’d always had some doubts, some second thoughts or sometimes even a brief hesitation, but this time around I had none of that. All I wanted was to get my panties off, tug off his briefs and feel all of him against me and inside me.

“Come here,’’ he roughly whispered before he tugged on my hand. I collided with him.

He turned me around and pushed me on the bed softly. He was a lot softer than expected and it made me want him even more, as if the glimpse of his softer side directly connected to the pool in my stomach, leading to the ache in my core and heightening everything.

I watched him studying me sprawled on his bed as he stood next to it. He ran a single finger over my knee and up the inside of my thigh. The teasing touch made me open my legs and bend my knee up.

“With your legs open you make me want to eat your pussy until you cry and beg me to stop.’’

“Wyatt…’’

“What? Tell me,’’ he climbed on the bed and went between my legs, his mouth kissing inside my thighs, one and then the other, without going too high. “What do you want more; my tongue and mouth or my cock?’’ I opened my mouth, but couldn’t say a word. Instead, I was mesmerized by the vision of Wyatt bent over me, his mouth on my left thigh and his tongue peeking every few seconds. Between the feel of his lips, tongue, and scruff, I was ready to thrust my hips upward, begging for his touch, any touch, higher up. “Answer me,’’ he demanded, his voice quiet and his breathing caressing my soaked panties.

“Anything. Everything.’’ My rushed words made him smile. He crawled over me, his eyes getting momentarily lost on my heaving chest and my tight dark pink nipples.

“Everything?’’ He shook his head as he dropped some of his weight on me. The first thing I registered was his hard length pushing against my sensitive clit, drawing out a moan from me and a hiss from his mouth. “I need to take you now,’’ he said harshly, his words tumbling out of his mouth quickly as his hips thrust into me.

“Wyatt…’’

“Shit!’’ He snaked a hand behind my neck and gripped my hair tightly. “I’m going to take you now, Marissa. I need to feel your pussy around my cock, fluttering, and clenching. I want to hear your moans in my ears as I take you harder.’’ He pushed his cock into me again, and this time I wrapped my arms around him, my hands flat on his broad back. The muscles under my palms moved in a rippling motion as he kept on teasing me, bringing me closer to the edge again.

He quickly slipped a few fingers under the hem of my panties and tugged them down until they were forgotten somewhere at our feet on the bed.

I ran my palms down his back on either side of his spine and then edged in my hands until I had a good grip on his tight ass and pushed him into me at the same time I thrust upward against his hard length. I closed my eyes and gasped. His hand in my hair tugged and his mouth crashed on mine.

That kiss… That kiss was the kind of kiss that reflected how sex was and how it should be; messy, intense, deep and so glorious that it made my toes curl and my legs tighten on each side of him, trapping him here with me.

He nipped at my lower lip and pulled his head back just enough, so we could lock eyes. “Get them off me.’’ It almost sounded like a dare, as if he didn’t think I’d be bold enough to strip him of the last clothes he had on.

I was naked and so ready for him that I didn’t think about anything other than feeling all of him. I bit my lip and slowly pushed his Calvin Klein’s down. When my hands couldn’t reach further down, I helped myself with my feet, not budging from our position, needing his cock right where it was.

I looked down and caught a glimpse of his cock nestled between us. It was as long and thick as I thought. I had never wanted one to fill me as much as I did now.





WYATT


I groaned when my cock came into contact with her flesh. No more damn clothes between us, nothing to keep her warmth away, the silkiness of her skin. Fuck, she made me crazy with need.