Messy Love(67)

He snapped then on a loud groan that almost sounded like a roar to my buzzing ears. He pulled his hips back and then with a hiss he thrust his glistening cock back inside my mouth until he hit the back of my throat and my eyes watered. My jaw ached a bit, and my whole body was tense at the intensity ripping off of him, but I welcomed all of this. I welcomed everything he gave me because at that moment, with the sweat coating his forehead and chest, the bottomless pool of his eyes on me and his parted lips form which animalistic and almost desperate sounds came, he was everything.

I kept on massaging his balls and then when they drew up, I tugged softly, earning another loud groan and pull on my hair. His grip on my jaw turned punishing and the tremble in his whole self as if coming straight from his very bone marrow was magnificent, proof that he was so damn close that nothing could stop him anymore.

His eyes fell shut, and he threw his head back, his hips still pistoning with precise movements, but faster.

Then it happened.

He didn’t warn me he was coming. He didn’t give me a choice to pull back before his cum filled my throat and mouth. No, he was too far gone for this.

His roar was deafening, animalistic and hedonistic. His whole body tensed so much his every muscle was a stark contrast to his skin, playing with the light coming from the ceiling.

And then the silence came back, only punctuated with our loud breathing.

His softening cock left my mouth, and I was there, kneeling on the floor with my hands on his thighs still shaking. We were both shaking really. My eyes roamed up his body until I met his dark orbs.

His hands had fallen away from my jaw and hair when he started coming, but I missed his touch even though I practically felt his fingers like a ghost on my skin and in my hair, sending more tingles down my spine.

Biting on my lip, I dropped my hands from his thighs and got ready to stand up on shaky legs, but Wyatt stopped me. He bent down and used his strength to grab me and hoist me back on the cold kitchen island. This time around, the cold barely registered in my mind. I welcomed it in fact. I was too hot for words, too keyed up to know what to do anymore but to look at Wyatt and take my cues from him.

“You’re incredible,’’ he said in a gruff voice and traced the shape of my lips with his thumb. The touch was so soft, so light it was very different from the way he handled me minutes ago and somehow that made it all the more incredible. I knew it would only make that moment that much more impossible to forget. “Was I…’’ He cleared his throat then and dropped his eyes to my collarbone. “Was I too rough?’’

I placed my hands on his tapered waist and waited until he looked up again. The uncertainty I read in his eyes oddly made my heart soar in my chest, filling me with the kind of warmth born from an emotion I was too scared to analyze.

“No. I wanted it rough. That was incredible.’’

He brushed away from my face my hair and ran his nose along mine, in that move that never failed to make my stomach flutter. I closed my eyes and let his warmth, his strength, penetrate me.

“I’ve never been so lost in someone, sweet thing.’’

“Right back at you,’’ I whispered back and nuzzled his neck, placing a small kiss near his Adam’s apple. He reciprocated with a kiss where my neck met my shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around me, prompting me to keep him close a little longer. When I crossed my legs at the ankles above his ass and my arms around his back, he sighed deeply and his shoulders relaxed, something rare that was worth noticing.

A few minutes passed like this, us holding each other while breathing deeply. It wasn't the first time, but these past few days had shown me another part of Wyatt, a part I would have never suspected. He was tender. And he liked to cuddle. Though, I bet that if I said that to his face he’d deny it fiercely and push me away to build his usual walls better again.

“Ready for tomorrow?’’ he asked in a gruff whisper, his hands caressing my back slowly.

I shivered and cuddled closer to him, pushing my face harder into his neck. I groaned and shook my head. “No.’’

I felt his smile against my shoulder. His beard scratched my skin when his lips stretched up.

“Come on. Ava likes you, and it’s just family.’’

“It’s your family,’’ I replied quietly, eyes still closed and expecting tension to invade him again. The Burtons were a sore spot and we rarely if ever talked about it since we agreed to see where this new development between Wyatt and me went. But this time around he was calm.

“It’s messier than that, isn’t it?’’ He kissed my shoulder again and ran his parted lips up my neck until he nibbled on my earlobe. Shivers coursed through me. “It’ll be okay, sweet thing.’’

And I believed him because at that very moment everything was fine and the mess that was our life brought me that feeling of completion.





WYATT


I hadn’t expected that stopping myself from looking at Marissa would be such a hardship, but it was. I used to want to bite her head off whenever she was near my adoptive family, but now I couldn’t help the damn need for her whenever she was around, burying herself deeper into my life even though it would undoubtedly bite us in the ass.

I glared at the BBQ and the meat grilling and widened my stance while my father talked about his job. I didn’t hear a single word he said. I was too busy straining to hear Marissa’s voice as she regaled Mom and Ava with tales from InkSpired.