29. Josie

29

JOSIE

I woke up wrapped around Wyatt's hard, warm body, his legs wedged between mine. His strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pinning me against him. Despite my nakedness underneath the covers, the warmth coming off him kept me warm and comfortable.

I wouldn't mind staying here all day.

Unfortunately, I needed to pee and check the time. Staying over on a weeknight probably wasn't smart. The last thing I wanted to do was get up and go to work after the night we'd had.

With my bladder pleading, I wiggled out of Wyatt's arms. It took some maneuvering on my part, but I managed to do it. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by a chair with a sweatshirt hanging off the back of it. Glancing over my shoulder at Wyatt sleeping, I grabbed it, pulling it on over my head.

The soft gray sweatshirt reached the tops of my knees, enveloping me in Wyatt's cologne. I was half tempted to steal it since it smelled so good. Quietly closing the bathroom door behind me, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Thanks to Wyatt, my hair looked like I'd gone through a tornado. Gone were the cute curls I'd styled the day before.

I'm definitely going to have to run down to my apartment and try to salvage this. I knew if I lifted the sweatshirt, I'd find love bites all over me.

My lips were slightly swollen, and I silently prayed they'd return to normal before work, or Lydia would know for sure something happened.

After I'd agreed to spend the night, Wyatt swept me off the bathroom counter and all but threw me on his bed. I thought I was exhausted, but all it took was a heated kiss, and I was ready to go again.

Despite the fact we'd fucked multiple times last night, all I wanted to do was walk back into Wyatt's bedroom and straddle him. It didn't matter that I was pleasantly sore between my legs.

As I used the bathroom I replayed the night in my head.

Wyatt took control so easily, saying and doing things I'd always wanted, but have never felt confident enough to ask for.

The dirty, dominating side was a pleasant surprise. Not what I'd expected from the cute, sweet, Wyatt Boone I'd come to know.

And I loved every second of it.

Peeking out of the bathroom, I found Wyatt still sound asleep, only now he lay on his back, the sheet barely covering his lower body. I padded quietly towards the bed, staring down at him—the mere sight of him took my breath away.

He's gorgeous.

I knew men didn't like to be referred to as such, but Wyatt Boone was.

For starters, there was his body, built for his sport. Even though it was clear he'd sustained more than one broken nose, he was one of the most handsome men I'd ever met. Even better, he had a heart of gold.

I fought the urge to pinch myself.

How could someone so amazing like me?

Over the years, I'd fought to regain my self-confidence. Relearning and teaching myself that I am worthy of things, despite what anyone else thought. I had Tasha and Lydia to thank for helping me, for teaching me that just because some horrible ex needed to make me feel small to make him feel big, didn't mean I was.

Yet, despite my hard work, being with Wyatt brought back the old ‘am I good enough' voices. Yet, I didn't want to go back to the old me, always questioning my self-worth.

I'm not going to slip back into bad habits. That's not me anymore.

With new resolve, I crawled back into bed. A quick glance at the bedside clock told me it was only 6 o'clock and I had a little time before I had to get ready for work.

A sudden idea came to me, and with a rush of nerves, I quietly crawled across the bed, until I was kneeling between Wyatt's legs.

I could make out his morning wood under the sheet that did little to hide the sheer size of him. Last night, Wyatt made it all about me—which I wasn't complaining about, but I wanted my turn.

Keeping my eyes on his face, I peeled the sheet away, revealing every inch of him. Instantly, my thighs clenched, turned on at the sight before me.

I need to know how he tastes, and I need to know now.

I tentatively reached out and trailed my fingers along the length of his cock. He was so hard, and I wondered if it hurt. As I wrapped my fist around him, giving him a little stroke, I felt him twitch in my hand.

I wasn't sure if he was pretending to be asleep or not as I stroked the length of his cock. Taking my time, I focused on the feel of him in my hand. I peeked up at him briefly before moving down onto my elbows and taking the tip of him into my mouth.

I'd always believed that if a man was willing to go down on me, then I should do the same in return. There is a sort of power in making a man moan when you have him in your mouth, and I planned to make sure Wyatt felt the same way he'd made me feel as he ate my pussy.

Within seconds, Wyatt woke up, groaning softly as he reached his hand down and rested it on my head. "Fuck." he moaned.

I glanced up at him with his cock in my mouth—he looked at me with sleepy eyes, beyond adorable.

"Morning." I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked down the length, grinning to myself as his body shuddered beneath me.

"Very good morning," he said, voice raspy from sleep.

With growing confidence, I trailed my tongue over his tip while squeezing the base of him. The way he pulsed in my hand turned me on like nothing else. I could feel myself already dripping.

Working my way back up, I tongued the slit of his cock. Wyatt moaned deeply, and I watched as Wyatt closed his eyes and leaned his head back. His fingers threaded through my hair gripping the strands.

"You look gorgeous with my cock in your mouth."

The words sent an electric tremor through my pussy.

Who knew I loved praise so much?

Encouraged, I dipped my head, taking more of his cock into my mouth, my lips stretching around him as I tongued the underside. As he twitched and pulsed in my mouth, I groaned against him. Closing my eyes, I bobbed my head up and down, taking more and more of his cock until the tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged, pulling up as the drool hung off his cock and my mouth. Wyatt opened his eyes, taking in the scene before he focused on my face. He tightened his grip on my head, a silent command. One I eagerly obeyed.

Teasingly, I took a few shallow sucks of his cock before taking him as far back into my throat as I could, fighting against the urge to gag. I held onto his thighs, trying my best to breathe through my nose.

Wyatt held my head down for another second before releasing me. I panted, tears running down my face. Yet, the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the sexiest woman on the planet.

"Such a good girl."

Another phrase I didn't know I loved until Wyatt.

"Open your mouth," he instructed, gripping my hair in his fist.

Opening wide, I let him push me down on his cock. Wyatt bobbed my head up and down, each pass down taking more and more.

"You can do it. Breathe through your nose."

If I thought I was turned on before, that was nothing compared to right now. I could feel myself dripping, my hips wiggling in the air wanting something to ease the ache between my legs.

With his cock down my throat Wyatt held me there for almost a minute before releasing me again. I only got a second to inhale deeply before he was back in my mouth. The way he used me was one of the hottest, dirtiest, things I'd ever experienced. I was loving every second.

Wyatt's hips bucked, forcing more of his cock into my mouth, his moans filling my ears. Knowing he was close; I doubled my efforts.

"If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, you'd better stop right now," Wyatt spoke through clenched teeth.

I didn't say a word, or rather, I couldn't with a mouth full of cock, and instead took him another inch deeper. I needed his cum more than I needed air.

The closer he got the more erratic his thrusts got. I stayed exactly where I was, letting him use my mouth. Drool hung off my chin, eyes watering, but I never felt more powerful.

Closing my eyes I focused on not gagging.

"Eyes on me," Wyatt demanded. My eyes flew open. "Good girl."

With our eyes locked on each other, Wyatt pumped his cock into my mouth one, two, three, more times before shuddering, his cock buried in my mouth. I swallowed spurt after spurt as he groaned loudly.

When he finally collapsed back on the bed, I dragged my lips back up his cock, letting him go with a pop . Despite the fact I was completely out of breath, I gave his length a final lick before sitting back on my heels.

I felt extremely proud of myself.

Wyatt sat up, eyes clearer and cheeks flushed.

"Get over here." He didn't wait as he reached out and grabbed me, hauling me up the bed until I was straddling his stomach. Before I could protest, he smashed his lips against mine. The sweatshirt I wore had ridden up, so my bare pussy pressed against him.

Wyatt didn't seem to care that my mouth had just been on his cock as he kissed me deeply.

"Best fucking way to wake up," he mumbled between kisses.

I giggled against his lips.

"Seriously, you didn't have to do that." Wyatt finally stopped kissing me and leaned back against his headboard.

"I know, but I wanted to."

If this is the reaction I get, I'll gladly suck his cock any time.

My fingers traced patterns on his chest as his thumbs grazed the skin of my hips.

"As much as I'd love to sit here with you, I have to get ready for work," I sighed. It was the last thing I wanted to do.

"I have practice in a bit, too."

We remained like that for a moment, neither of us wanting to move, but I knew I needed to get back to my apartment to shower and change. Reluctantly, I slid off Wyatt and the bed, and got to my feet.

Now to find my clothes. Are they still out in the living room?

I only made it two steps towards the door before Wyatt grabbed me around the waist and hurled me over his shoulder.

"Wyatt!" I squealed, taken by surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Sharing water and saving the planet," he said as he smacked my ass. Reaching down, I smacked his own ass in response, but Wyatt just laughed and carried me to the bathroom.

"All about saving the planet, huh?"

"Yep. Save the turtles."

I laughed at the way he said it. Walking into his bathroom, he gently set me on my feet and moved towards the shower to start the water.

"I need to go and get ready," I said, crossing my arms.

"You need to shower. I need to shower. Why not shower together and save a lot of water," he said, shooting me a smug look over his shoulder. "You want to save the planet, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Plus," he said, making his way back towards me, reaching for the hem of the sweatshirt. I obediently lifted my arms as he tugged it up and over my head, my nipples immediately hardening in the cool bathroom.

"I got to come. Now it's your turn," he grinned.

There was no chance to protest, not that I was going to, as he picked me up once again and walked the two of us into the shower. His hard cock pressed against my pussy.

"For the turtles," I laughed.