Meg
Warm arms circle me, rhythmic breathing skating across my nape. How can something so wrong feel so damn right? I shouldn’t crave Wyatt the way I do, but last night he barrelled through my defences and left me bare. There wasn’t a place he didn’t touch, physically and otherwise. Every inch of my skin tingles with the memory of his touch, especially the tender flesh between my legs. His tongue devoured me like a savage, wringing an onslaught of emotion from me as my toes curled and walls clamped around his fingers. And that was before he took me, the full length of his shaft imbedded in me whilst he held my eye contact. No pretending I was someone else or shamefully thrusting in the dark, his emerald green eyes gave me their full concentration as if he wouldn’t have wanted anyone else right then.
The sun creeping into a pink and orange sky doesn’t bring the regret I’d expected to feel, instead a strange contentment has me sinking deeper into his hold whilst staring out of the window. I can almost imagine this is how life could be, if mine wasn’t due to end in the near future. I don’t know why I was brought here or what will happen next, but for one moment I’m glad I was given the chance to feel worshipped and adored. Maybe this was like my last meal before my death sentence is delivered, which would mean Wyatt’s basically been pimped out to me but I’m too sated to complain.
His fingers twitch against my stomach before trailing up my torso, between my breasts and stopping on my chin. Twisting my head, he leans over to kiss me passionately. I’d expected to be tossed out of the bed as soon as he woke, but his lips begged me to stay. Slanting across mine with longing mingled within their soft caress, his hands turning me into the curve of his body. His cock juts between us, his morning glory living up to its name and pressing into my hip. I groan against his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in to coax mine out. Our limbs tangle, unable to get close enough.
Lifting my leg in the crook of his arm, he slides into my wetness in one easy movement with a moan like he needed that much as much as I did. Languid strokes of his dick grazing my G-spot, gently kneading my breasts without releasing my mouth long enough to breathe properly. I’m torn between needing the escape from the reality he’s offering and wanting him to lay me to ruin. To cherish and fuck me simultaneously like it’s my last day on earth.
Rolling me onto my back, Wyatt looms over me. His broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms block the rest of the world out of view, only me and him existing for now. I run my fingernails down the length of his spine, his firm ass clenching with each steady thrust. A choke rises in my throat, thoughts of this being the last time I am wanted churning in my mind. Reaching up to grab a handful of his brown hair, I yank his head aside and hiss into his ear. “Faster.” I demand, desperate to break the intimacy.
“No,” he replies simply. Gripping my wrists, he lifts them either side of my head and watches me intently. His hair flicks forward but he doesn’t break his gaze, watching me moan and squirm beneath him. I try to kiss his enticingly close lips, but he deflects me with a grin, refusing to be distracted. A flutter in my lower abdomen builds to an intensity that has me gasping, my limbs prickling in anticipation. I pointlessly wriggle to break free from his stare, my building orgasm making me bite back a groan.
“Look at me,” his voice says softly. I shake my head, clenching my eyes closed instead. My thighs lock around his waist, trying to slow his relentless rhythm so I can hold onto this blissful feeling of impending release for a little while longer. “See how much you affect me,” he steals a quick kiss which has me staring into his handsome face. His stubble is becoming more of a permanent feature, making his square jaw and green eyes more prominent. Strain pulls at his features a moment before I feel him erupt inside me, his climax triggering mine like a bulldozer ploughing through my centre.
Refusing to look away, we hold each other’s gaze as we groan in unison. Releasing my wrists, I immediately latch onto his body and ride the waves giving me a new lease of life with each roll of my core. My walls clamp around him with an impossibly tight squeeze, milking his every drop as my nails pierce his chest. Sweat lines our bodies as we pant together, goose bumps covering my flesh.
“Why didn’t I see you sooner?” he breathes, resting his forehead against mine as a door further within the suite bursts open. The sound of thumping boots race towards the bedroom, Wyatt jolting to pull some boxers on while I have no choice but to hold the cover tightly around my body. A small army of men appear in the doorway, guns strapped to their backs as they all lunge for Wyatt and restrain him between them.
My eyes fly between them frantically, Wyatt’s shouts filling the entire penthouse as Ray Perelli steps into the room. A cruel smile is rooted into his wrinkled lips as he regards me, a shiver of dread telling me we’ve played directly into his hand.
“Sleeping with the enemy, son? I don’t know whether to be proud or disappointed in you. Either way, you’ve broken your promise to me.” Clicking his bony fingers, the guards instantly drag Wyatt away as if he were as light as a
