“What?”
“My actions? My hold on you? Is it too hard? I just realized I’m not always a gentle tender person.”
“No, you aren’t. But if you wanted to be you could be. Right now isn’t the time for it though.”
“Good. Because I’m not feeling anything other than wanting to attack you and that doesn’t go in hand with being slow or gentle.”
“I hope you plan on continuing to use your hands...among other things,” he said.
“You never know when to stop talking. I bet that is right up there on the list of flaws your family has for you,” she said, then knelt down and covered his delicious cock with her mouth. Nothing came out of his lips other than a groan.
The taste of him was intoxicating. Addicting. Making her want more and more and had her head bobbing up and down at a faster rate than she’d planned.
“Slow down,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“I can’t seem to slow anything down with you,” she said and went back to work.
Her hand was moving in conjunction with her mouth, her other hand going for his balls and squeezing. She noticed his legs shaking slightly right before she closed her eyes to just savor the flavor of him.
She wasn’t one to do this often with a man. Especially if a guy asked. Wyatt hadn’t yet and she suspected he might not when he tugged on her hair to get her to stop. “Warning you,” he said.
She nodded and went right back to what she was doing. She’d go as far as she could. Most times she gagged and if she did, she’d stop and finish him off with her hand. It was probably why she didn’t do it often. But her mind was telling her to just let loose like he wanted her to be and see what happened.
With her lips right at the tip, she swirled her tongue around, her hand pumping from the bottom to the top, then she opened her mouth and slid it back down to cover him, backing out to the tip.
Whatever noise came out of his mouth let her know he liked that so she did it again, then a third time and knew he was ready to let go himself.
The minute her lips closed over his tip, he was done. She was able to stop it from making her gag, but continued to lick around and do more than she’d done before.
He pulled her up when he was finished and hugged her. “Something tells me that might not be a thing you do often or even like.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it,” she said. “Let’s say I’ve got the same response as your coffee.”
“I figured,” he said, his hand running down her hair. “And it was perfect the way it was. More than.”
“How’s that?”
“Because I got to watch you lick me and clean me up. Trust me, that’s the same thing if not more of a turn on.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she said. “But it worked for me so if it works for you then we’ve got ourselves a good compromise.”
He swung her into his arms and went to take a step and almost dropped her when he tripped on his shorts. “Damn. That was close. You make me forget things.”
Once he kicked them away from his feet, he carried her to her room and put her on the bed, then pulled her shorts off. “Are you going to return the favor?” she asked.
“Do you like when I do that?”
“Hell yeah,” she said, “but I don’t ask for it.”
“Because you don’t always like to do it in return. I never ask a woman to do that to me. If she wants to, she will.”
“I guess we think more alike than I thought.”
“No more thinking,” he said. “Damn, you’re a chatterbox tonight.”
She laughed at him for throwing the words back in her face that she’d always said to him.
The minute her clothes were off, he was down between her legs and spreading her apart, his tongue licking up the length of her, then slipping into her opening while two of his fingers started to pinch her swollen nub.
She squealed it’d felt so good. It seemed she had no control over her body when she was around him. Not even her thoughts. That had never been a good thing in her eyes before, now she wasn’t so sure anymore.
“I like it when you make that sound,” he said going right back to work.
“I can’t help myself.”
He moved his mouth to her nub, his fingers inside of her sliding in and out now. Her hips went up, his fingers curved and hit a spot she hadn’t even known existed, causing her eyes to cross and his name to be torn from her lips.
Her hips were lifting up and trying to keep his hand in that spot as waves of pleasure crashed over her entire body.
When she had nothing else left to give, she fell limp and sated to the bed. “Holy shit, what was that?”
“That was me finding your weak spot,” he said, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.
No, she didn’t like tenderness much, but she wasn’t pushing him away either.
32
Happening Anyway
A few weeks later, Wyatt was leaving his office when he heard a few women talking in the front. “He’s been seeing her for a least a month, I think. No one will confirm it, and she isn’t talking either.”
“It has to be a record for him,” he heard another woman say. “Or maybe this is about the time he ends things. No one has held onto him longer. I bet it’s because she turned him down and now it’s a challenge more than anything. It will fizzle soon enough.”
He walked closer to the
