28. Josie

28

JOSIE

H is words almost made me come right then and there. Gently lifting my leg off his shoulder, Wyatt slowly stood, his eyes locked on mine.

There's something so…dirty and hot about him standing there in his pants while I'm standing here in just my panties.

My eyes ran down his bare chest to the front of his jeans, which looked uncomfortably tight. I hesitantly reached my hand out, fingertips brushing against the fabric. I could feel the heat of Wyatt's stare on me as I traced the outline of his cock.

If I wasn't so turned on and ready to come, I would have taken my time. Instead, I made quick work of undoing his pants, dipping my hand underneath to cup him through his underwear. As Wyatt grunted, I smirked, eager to elicit the same things within him that he had in me.

God, he's so hard and thick.

My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. As I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers, feeling him bare in my hand, I peeked up at him. His jaw was clenched, eyes drawing me in as I grazed his tip with my thumb.

There's a certain kind of…power, seeing a man moan at your touch, and I enjoyed watching Wyatt trying to hold himself back—especially with the way I teased the head.

I dropped my gaze, but he gripped my chin and angled my head back up. His grip was firm as he peered down at me.

"Keep smirking and I'll put that mouth to better use." I clenched my thighs together at the thought. It just further tempted me to see how far I could push him. I squeezed my hand, and Wyatt hissed through his teeth.

"As much as I love the feel of your hand on my cock, I need to feel your pussy," he demanded.

I like this side of Wyatt—I hadn't expected such a dirty mouth.

Needing him just as badly, I dropped his length needing him inside of me. While he took his pants off, I took off my underwear, leaving the two of us standing there, naked.

While I felt vulnerable standing there, completely bare for him to see, but for the first time, I didn't feel self-conscious. How could I, when Wyatt looked at me like I was something to devour.

He grabbed me by the waist, moving me backwards until my back hit the cold glass window.

"You have no idea how much self-control it's taking to not turn you around and fuck you against this window."

"Why don't you?" I breathed, arching my back so that my hard nipples pressed against his chest.

"Does someone like the thought of being fucked against a window, where anyone could see her?" Wyatt dipped his head, running his lips across my ear and sending a shiver of pleasure through me. "Of being taken regardless if someone is watching or not?"

Part of me thought that I shouldn't be turned on by idea, and yet, just thinking about it had me squirming against the window.

Because I do want that. I want him to take me. To give someone else control of my wants and needs. Someone like Wyatt, who I know deep down in my soul won't hurt me.

"You want it, don't you?" Wyatt pulled back and stared down at me with a smirk. My body felt like it was on fire, like I would explode if I didn't feel Wyatt inside of me right that second. Tilting my head back, I looked into his eyes, and for the first time in my life I let myself give in.

"I want it."

In one smooth motion, Wyatt flipped me around and pressed me against the window. The cold of the glass against my cheek and my chest made me gasp.

"Spread your legs," Wyatt demanded in my ear. When I didn't move fast enough, he nudged the inside of my ankles, widening my stance so that I had to grip the window ledge to hold myself up. As Wyatt placed a hand on my lower back, I arched against him until I felt my ass up in the air, everything on display.

"Beautiful."

I was too turned on to care that I was completely exposed.

His hand trailed down my back to my ass, massaging it for a second before he drew back his hand and spanked me. I yelped and jerked forward as my ass stung from the impact. Wyatt gently rubbed the sting away before he spanked me again.

"Oh." I moaned.

Encouraged, Wyatt smacked my ass four more times in rapid succession. I leaned my cheek into the window, eyes closed, breathing heavy against the pain. I've never felt so wet in my entire life.

"Wyatt." I needed him.

Now.

No more teasing or playing.

Thankfully, I felt the tip of his cock rub against my throbbing pussy. I moaned at the feeling arching my back further. "Please." I begged.

"Good girl."

When I felt the head of his cock rub against my clit, I jerked so hard I almost put my head through the glass.

If he doesn't enter me right now, I'm going to lose my shit.

He paused, lowering his mouth to my ear. "Condom?"

I lifted my head from the window and looked at him over my shoulder. "I'm clean and have an IUD. I haven't done this in a while," I admitted.

"I'm clean too. We have to test regularly on the team." he replied, still rubbing his cock against my pussy, driving me mad. Although he seemed hesitant to continue, and rightfully so. I had no idea what past women had tried to do with him. I wouldn't put it past someone to try and get pregnant with Wyatt's child.

"We can get a condom." It would kill me to wait another moment, but I would.

Wyatt shook his head. "No. I want to feel you." He met my eyes once more. "If you want to stop, just say the word and we will."

"I will," I promised.

Ever so slowly, I felt him push inside of me and my eyes widened. He was by far the biggest I'd ever had, and I knew it would be a tight fit.

Thank God I'm already dripping wet.

Inch by inch, his cock filled me. Through the reflection in the window, I could see Wyatt's face was tight as he worked himself inside me, as though he was trying his hardest not to slam all the way in.

I can't wait any longer.

Using the window, I pushed backwards and took the rest of his length in me in one go. We groaned in unison, the sound echoing around the room.

Fuck he's huge. I can practically feel him in my throat.

His thumb made contact with my clit making me clench around him. The soft circles helped ease the tension in my body, and I started moving my hips slowly.

"Just like that, baby."

In a matter of minutes, I was thrusting back against him, needing more. Wyatt's hand moved from my waist to my head, as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked. Never in my life has someone taken control during sex like Wyatt.

Who knew I would love it so much? Wyatt didn't treat me like I was a fragile flower, and I loved it.

"Keep those hands on the window," he instructed as he slid his cock out of my pussy, pulling out all the way to the tip before thrusting back in. My fingers curled against the glass; my mouth open in a silent gasp.

I felt hyper-aware of every single inch of him as he glided in and out of my pussy. When he picked up the pace, my eyes rolled back in my head, each thrust pushing me against the window.

"If anyone looked up at the window right now, they'd see me fucking you," Wyatt grunted in my ear.

In response, I clenched myself around his cock, smiling to myself as he moaned.

"You'd like someone seeing you get owned, wouldn't you."

Apparently, I did, moaning loudly as I felt myself grow wetter by the second. Wyatt's thrusts came hard and fast, each one bringing me closer and closer to coming. It was all I could think about.

With every moan of his name, Wyatt fucked me harder. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed around his living room. I was so lost in how amazing he felt inside of me that the building could fall around us, and I wouldn't notice.

"I need…" I trailed off, unable to form a complete sentence.

"Come for me, baby."

All it took was a few strokes on my clit and I felt myself erupt. Wave after pleasurable wave washed over me as Wyatt continued fucking me. I had no sense of anything other than my orgasm as his cock and fingers sent me higher and higher.

Wyatt groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside me, and a split-second later, I felt him pulse inside of me. The intensity of it set off another orgasm.

Two? How is that possible?

His hand left my hair, coming to rest beside my head against the window as he leaned against my back. Our sweat soaked bodies pressed against one another. The two of us struggled to catch our breath as we came down from our highs.

My entire body left like Jello. My legs threatened to buckle at any moment. I could feel Wyatt's cock twitching inside me every few seconds, and I knew the moment he pulled out I'd have cum running down my legs.

Slowly, Wyatt stood back up. I shivered as he softly ran his hand down my back to my ass. His touch was so gentle, such a contrast to a moment ago.

I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth as he gently slid his cock out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I felt his finger run between my tender folds. "You look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you."

The dirty compliment sent a shiver down my spine as I felt myself clench.

Wyatt lewdly fingered his cum back into my pussy and I moaned at his touch.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers.

My limbs felt heavy as I used what was left of my strength to slowly push myself off the window. As Wyatt wrapped a strong arm around my waist to support me, I tried to thank him, but I couldn't speak.

I haven't come that hard since…ever?

When I stumbled into Wyatt he chuckled softly.

"Here, let me help." In one sweep, he held me in his arms and carried me towards the stairs. "Are you feeling okay?"

I smiled at the concern in his voice. "More than okay. That was…"Again, all words escaped me.

"Amazing?" Wyatt suggested.

"Amazing." I echoed.

Effortlessly, Wyatt carried me up the stairs and into the master bedroom. The first thing I noticed was how clean it was. Definitely not what I expected of a bachelor.

Wyatt carried me into the bathroom, which was easily twice the size of my own, and lowered me carefully into a seated position on the counter. My body felt bare without him pressed against me, and I was tempted to wrap my legs around him so he couldn't leave.

Instead, I silently watched him as he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the tap. Then he gently spread my legs once more and knelt before me. Out of everything we'd just done, watching him wipe me clean of his cum made me blush. Not like he hadn't just seen every inch of me. Somehow, this was even more intimate.

Once Wyatt had taken his time making sure I was cleaned up, he leaned forward and kissed my inner thigh before straightening. He quickly ran the washcloth over himself before he stepped between my legs, his hands resting on the counter on either side of my thighs, caging me against him.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His eyes roamed my body, checking for any marks. Even if he had left any, I didn't care. Never had I enjoyed sex so much, especially when it was the first time with someone. Usually, it's all awkward and someone comes first and that's it.

Not with Wyatt. Oh no, definitely not with Wyatt.

Part of me felt jealous of the girls before me, who'd taught Wyatt how to excel in bed. Honestly, I was jealous of anyone who was with him before. Yet, another part of me was thankful, because all that experience led to the best orgasm I'd ever had.

"You didn't hurt me," I said softly.

"Good. If I ever go too far, tell me, and I'll stop immediately."

"I know." I pecked his lips once, twice, before leaning back on the counter, smiling softly. His eyes traced every line of my body.

His concern was adorable, but what he was yet to understand was that I liked it rough as much as he had.

"How do you feel about staying the night?" Wyatt asked after a moment, his hands moving to my thighs. I sensed he wanted me to stay but wouldn't push me if I didn't want to.

The teeny tiny part of me that had worried he'd want me to leave after fucking me disappeared. The fact he wanted me to stay and meet his family proved to me that this wasn't a quick one and done.

"I'd love to."