16. Wyatt

Chapter 16

Wyatt

I bring my other brow up to match the first at Fern's hesitation. "Beautiful, I'm 100% sure I'm interested in trying whatever's on your mind." The fact that this woman is curious about something in bed has me harder than ever, and I was pretty fucking hard from the moment she put her arms around me, despite being upset and panicking about my family.

Fern has a way of making it feel like things will actually be okay, like there might be a solution out there that doesn't involve me giving up soccer or something like that. She leans in close, lips against my ear. I can feel her breath hot on my cheek as she says, "Would you want to put your cock between my boobs?"

I stiffen, genuinely afraid I'm going to come in my pants at the very thought of burying my dick between Fern's creamy tits. "Holy shit, Fern."

She stiffens. "We don't have to. It was just an idea."

I flip her onto her back in an instant, causing her to yelp. I'm fumbling with my nightstand drawer with one hand, frantically searching for the lube as I yank down my sweatpants and boxers with my other hand. "Fern. There is nothing in this world I would enjoy more than that. Wow. Found it."

I hold up the bottle of lube, and she frowns. "What's that for?"

"Oh." I shake my head. "Oh, gorgeous, I'm going to slick you up and rub my hands all over you until you're shiny and smooth, and then you're going to hold those awesome boobs together as I grip the headboard and glide in and out."

Her mouth drops open in a sexy oh as I flip open the lid on the bottle of lube. I grin when her hands land on my butt, and I grin even wider as she gasps as the drops of liquid land between her breasts. "Fuuck, Fern," I whisper, watching the rivulets of lube drip along her sternum. When I'm sure there's enough, I get to work spreading it around.

She lies back on my bed, hair all messed up, plush body all soft and warm on my sheets, shining as I lube her up. I set the bottle on the nightstand so I can concentrate, making sure her nipples get some of the action. "Oh, that feels so good, Wyatt," she purrs. Her hands are on my thighs now, everywhere but my erection, which is good because the second she touches me, I know I'll explode. "This is so hot."

I nod. "So, fucking hot. You ready?"

She nods and grips the sides of her boobs. "Oh my god. Fuck, Fern. Jesus." I grip the headboard and slide in, groaning each time I see the head of my cock appear at the top of her cleavage. My breath bursts out of me like I've just played 89 minutes, but I can't lose sight of the goal. I have never felt this turned on in my life … until Fern gets the idea to stick out her tongue and lick the tip of me the next time I thrust.

She meets my eyes and does it again, and before I can warn her and I can distract myself, I come right there on her chest, splashing my release all over her with a grunt. "Oooh, Wyatt, yes," Fern moans, dabbing a finger in the mess I made. "My god, that was hot." Rather than horrified, Fern seems hornier than ever by my early explosion.

The second I regain consciousness, I yank off her jeans and underwear. I dive down the bed between her thighs as she adjusts her posture, sitting up a bit so she can see what's going on. Fern keeps one finger in the sticky splatter on her boobs and the other hand in my hair as I spread her thighs and lick her. With a few thrusts of my tongue, her head falls back against the headboard. I love watching her come apart like this. She's always so put together, in charge, and confident. It's like I'm the only one who gets to see her this way, disheveled after getting exactly what she asked for.

I move a thumb to her clit, remembering how she liked firm pressure there last time. She tastes like she's desperate for this, and I get hard again, remembering how she was so wet, she seeped through her jeans when we were making out. I tongue her seam, and slide a finger inside feeling her pulsing around me. "That's it, beautiful. You got this." I trace the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, giving her pussy a break until she clamps her knees against my ears. Laughing, I dive back in until I feel the waves and ripples rolling through Fern's body. She drops a forearm over her mouth, stifling her moans as she comes, grunting my name. I hold a finger inside her while she rides it out, and then I kiss my way back up her body, pausing when I get to her chest.

"You are so hot when you come," I tell her.

Lazily, she rolls her face toward mine. "You're just saying that because you're the only one who's seen it."

I frown. "What do you mean?"

She shrugs. "Nobody else has ever been able to do that, Wyatt."

A swell of pride mixes with frustration that she hasn't always gotten what she deserves in bed, which is constant pleasure and satisfaction. I kiss the tip of her nose. "It is my pleasure and my fantasy to see you this way, Fern Montgomery. Fucking look at you."

I glance down at her body, and she does, too, squirming a bit. "I'm a mess."

I nod. "Let's clean you up in the shower."

I do, and then I carry her back to my bed, and she falls asleep beside me, fingers in my hair as I keep a palm on her amazing ass. I know this is a risk for her, that she's got more to lose here than me, and that makes it that much better to know that she's here for me right now. It feels so right like this is exactly where each of us needs to be.