Messy Love(33)

I looked down at my cock pressed between us and tightened my grip on her when I caught the pre-cum leaking from my tip. She whimpered and thrust her hips against me, coating me with her need for my dick.

The lust inside me, rendering my blood to a boiling point, was so primal I barely remembered anything but the high I craved seeking with everything I had. Blindly, I reached in the bedside table a stray condom and sighed in relief when I finally found one, just before I pulled away to seize one from my wallet. The foil made an unmistakable sound, and the light in her damn eyes had me ready to beg to be inside her. She had that look, that look that spoke of intense pleasure and it was nothing like the good girl I saw her as.

“Open your legs wider,’’ I ordered her with a growl as I fisted my aching cock and rolled on the rubber. I craved more than my hand, more than a few tugs on my length. But fuck, her glassy eyes on my hand wrapped tightly around my base had me ready to come. What the hell was she doing to me?

I guided myself into her wet pussy and watched as I pushed inside her.

“Wyatt… Yes!’’ she whispered and panted so hard, her breathing gave me damn shivers.

I couldn’t look anymore. I closed my eyes and moaned as I pushed further in, welcoming the tight grip of her pussy around my length. Shit, I wanted to fuck her so damn hard she'd screamed my name in both pain and pleasure. I wanted to ruin her like she was ruining everything for me. I wanted… I wanted.

Fuck.

I pulled back almost completely, and locked eyes with her as her nails dug into my shoulder blades. Her thighs quivered against me, her breasts, perfect and pert, heaved, and her mouth open was ready to moan again, begging for it, for me to fuck her.

I thrust in again, harder and groaned as pleasure made my balls tight. Her moans became unspoken words as I took her hard, fast, then slow and deep. I never stopped, I couldn’t stop. I was lost to her, trapped in her blazing eyes, enveloped by the sounds she made as I took her, and boxed in by her legs as tight as her pussy around me.

She met my thrust with hers, clenching around me rhythmically, urging me on, making me sweat as I battled off my orgasm, waiting for her to come, pleading for it to come. She didn’t let me dominate her body and her pleasure. She gave as much as I gave and drew me in so much I didn’t know my damn name anymore.

“Yeah, sweet thing.’’ I panted, hooking an arm under her at the small of her back and tilted her up to change angles. She tensed, and I knew it was coming. I moved harder in and out of her, lost to our smells mixing and the distinctive one of sex. It drove me to heights that made me shake all over as I teetered on edge, ready to come so hard I knew I could black out. “Come now, sweet thing. Come on. Come on!’’

She arched upward, her nipples brushing against my chest. Her eyes lost focus, and she closed them. And then, I felt it. “Oh… Wyatt, Wyatt…’’

Her legs drew up and high on my back as I pushed in as deep as I could go and welcomed the tightest vice I’d ever felt as she came and screamed her release in my ear. Then, I let go and pumped faster in her as her perfect pussy fluttered around me, clenching again and drawing out more from her orgasm. I came, long and so damn hard that everything went dark around me. There was no more light in the bedroom, no more feel in my legs or arms. There was only me inside her, coming again and again, and her breathing as fast and loud as mine until there was nothing left in me.

I rolled over next to her and quickly, yet with shaky hands, took care of the used condom and discarded it on the wooden floor. My heart beat so hard it shook my whole rib cage and reverberated in my throat. The room twirled as if I had drunk shots of tequila until I’d lost count. My muscles were so pliant I didn’t think I’d be able to stand up just yet. And my skin glistened with sweat, chilling me now that I laid next to her with only my arm touching hers.

I kept my eyes on the freshly painted ceiling and pretended I wasn't aware she was staring at me. The weight of her eyes and the burn of her irises were impossible to ignore though. It made me want to turn on my side and fix her too, drinking in her face, her body. She was a beautiful woman, so it was only natural. What was more worrying was how much my limbs tingled as if they wanted to tangle with her. She fucking rocked me to my core.

She was dangerous.

She needed to leave.

My apartment.

My damn life.

My family.

A sudden panic seized me, twisted my fucking heart, my stomach. My blood ran cold through my veins as my old fears came back full force, stronger than before I went to bed with Marissa.

I closed my eyes so tight it hurt my eyelids, but it didn’t lessen that damn panic from taking hold of me. My body went from pliant from the most intense orgasm to tense in a matter of a minute or two.

I couldn’t look at her. I knew if I did I’d throw her out of my place.

I’d always been like that. When I was scared, I turned hard and did everything to protect myself. And I viewed her as a threat, a threat to a life I had been lucky to get and was so damn frightened to lose that…

“You can’t even look at me anymore,’’ she said quietly, breaking my train of thoughts.

I frowned at the ceiling, eyes open again, fixing on a point above near the light. Her voice didn’t waver, didn’t plead either. She was so mattered of fact I almost broke down and looked at her. Instead, I balled my fists.

The bed shook, the sheets rustled and then her side of the bed didn’t cave anymore. I peeked at her and found her searching for her clothes and quickly putting them on. I couldn’t make out her face well, but she seemed pale as if ill.