Messy Love(66)

He wasn’t using his fingers this time, but he didn’t need them. I was a pool of pleasure, ready to detonate at any moment as he pushed his tongue inside me, fast, before going back to my clit and nipping it gently and sucking on it. I was a moaning mess, voice rising as sweat covered my body, but still, I kept my eyes on him and locked in his.

He burned through me, plummeting me until I was nothing but pure air, light and free.

My legs tightened against his head, and I threw my head back as waves of intense pleasure mounted inside of me, taking over.

“Look at me,’’ he ordered me, panting and voice tight.

It was difficult with molted muscles, but I got my head up and eyes on him. His cheeks were red, his eyes so much more intense than before that I shivered again, or maybe it was because he panted against my aching core, blowing hot air.

“I’m so close.’’

“I know, sweet thing.’’ He pressed his mouth against me again and this time, thrust two fingers inside me, deep and hard, crooking them until he touched me just the right way to get me off.

“Wyatt!’’ I screamed out and tensed all over, my toes cramping and my legs squeezing his head. I repeated his name, as we kept our eyes locked together, sharing that moment so intimately that it drove my orgasm further.

Boneless, I laid down on the counter, eyes closed at last and heart at breakneck speed in my chest. His mouth trailed up my legs and over my stomach before he kissed my breasts, so sensitive I gasped and looked at him.

“Watching you come like that…’’ he trailed off and kissed me on the mouth, giving me a taste of myself. I clutched onto him. “It makes me want to watch you come again and again.’’

I caressed his face and smiled up at him as he cradled me in his arms and sat me straighter. “Doesn’t it make you want to come?’’ I arched an eyebrow and then sneakily grabbed his cock through his sweatpants. He was rock hard and throbbing. I squeezed and released him when he groaned loudly, his eyes narrowing.

“I don’t need much to come right now.’’

“Yeah?’’ I tugged down his sweatpants past his sculpted ass and kept my eyes on his. His cock touched my thigh, and the wet tip made my lips tingle. I pushed against his torso and didn’t answer his questioning gaze as he took a step back. I didn’t need to anyway. My intentions became clear when I dropped from the kitchen counter and knelt in front of him, face turned up to stare at him and his hard cock.

I wrapped a hand around his thick length and stared at his glistening tip when more pre-cum gathered, rendering his cock that much redder. The vein running from base to tip visibly grew when I started a slow rhythm.

“Shit, put that delicious mouth of yours on it, sweet thing,’’ he rasped and took hold of my head, fingers entwined behind my head, but he didn’t push me. He simply held me as if he sought more contact.

The strength he held back had me shivering right there on the kitchen floor in front of him. My eyes didn’t stray from his, and I licked my lips slowly as I wrapped my hand tighter around his cock. His answering hissing breath was my reward, along with the tension in his fingers in my hair and the way he canted his hips to seek more friction in my hand or maybe just to find my mouth.

I finally put my mouth on his crown when he started trembling, and his chest heaved harder with anticipation. It fueled me, rendering me unable to hold off any longer.

The first taste of his pre-cum on my tongue made me silently moan around him. My lips tightened around the tip of his hard cock. His eyes with hooded eyelids tracked the up and down motion of my hand while I kept on licking his tip and tracing the vein that ran along his length. His fingers caught a few strands on my head, and the slight tug made my eyes water and close my mouth around him, taking more of him.

“Hm… you like a little… Pain?’’ he asked, panting, muscles coiling as I sucked on him harder, bobbing my head in earnest now as he lightly applied pressure on my head. With my free hand, I trailed it along his powerful thigh, hard as granite and cupped his balls, heavy in my palm. Slowly, a lot slower than what I was doing with my mouth, I massaged his balls.

His groan then enveloped me, tugged at me, threw me in him and his pleasure. My whole body tensed, the urge to make him lose his well-loved control so intense I didn’t know what to do with myself, how to proceed. Instead, I took him deeper until he touched the back of my throat. Deliciously dirty. Perfectly messy.

Drool escaped my mouth, running down to my chin. Suddenly, Wyatt took hold of my hair tightly to stop my movement with his cock deeply lodged in my mouth and gripped my jaw with his whole big hand which gave him a good hold of my throat. I was at his complete and utter mercy, and I didn’t care. If anything, it made me want to make him come that much more.

“Careful, sweet thing. I’m close to fucking that mouth of yours until you cry,’’ he said thickly, voice tight with need and eyes so dark they called out to the baser needs in me that were so foreign to me because they were much naughtier and darker than I ever thought to be capable of.

My old self, the person I was before I met Wyatt, would have tapped on his thigh and pulled back to finish him off gently. But I wasn’t that person anymore, and maybe I had never been.

I ran a finger at that sensitive place behind his balls and sucked him harder, my eyes on his in a dare to push him, to let himself go completely and do as he pleased with me. I wanted to be used by him, here and there. I needed this moment with him.