29. Anthony

Under normal circumstances, we probably would’ve tumbled into bed and torn off each other’s clothes the second we were in the bedroom.

There was one unusual variable, though: Lily.

Though she didn’t have her vest on and was technically off-duty, she had of course followed Wyatt upstairs and into the bedroom. Standing beside the bed, she watched him as if waiting for him to tell her what to do.

Good thing he still had a working brain. “Do you have something she can lie down on? A blanket or big towel or something?”

I had to think harder than I should have to find a solution, but remembered I had a linen closet in the hallway. God, I was a wreck. I stepped out of the bedroom, found an old comforter in the closet, and came back to the bedroom. “Will this work?”

The way his face lit up made my knees weaker than they already were. “Perfect.”

We put it on the floor by one of the dressers, and at Wyatt’s gentle command, Lily obediently curled up on it.

“She’ll be okay there?” I asked. “She won’t mind us… um…”

He grinned, running his palms up my sides. “She’ll be fine.” He pulled me in close and started kissing my neck. “She’ll be asleep before I even get your pants off.”

I bit my lip, tilting my head to give him as much access as he wanted. “Speaking of getting our pants off…” I tugged at his shirt. “We should get all of this off.”

“Mmm, I like that idea.” He came up to kiss my mouth again. Sliding his hands down over my hips, he growled, “I want to see all of this.”

I shivered in his arms. “I’ll show you everything I’ve got on one condition.”

He met my gaze and arched an eyebrow.

I grinned. “I want your hands and mouth on all of it.”

Wyatt’s lips parted. Then he pulled me back in by my hips, and just before our lips met, he murmured, “There isn’t inch of this body I won’t lick.”

Oh, my God…

“Get these clothes off,” he purred.

Didn’t have to tell me twice, though it was admittedly not easy to let go of him. Even if it was so we could get naked. I was finally touching him, and I was irrationally sure if we broke contact, this would be over.

We did manage to separate, though, and we stripped out of our clothes. Wyatt understandably took a little longer, since he still had on his shirt and he had to work around his prosthetic. He kept the prosthetic on as he joined me in bed; I hadn’t thought to ask about that, but he obviously preferred it on, so that was that.

And besides, he was over me now, pinning me down with his sheer presence, and his mouth was against mine, so I didn’t give a damn what he did with the prosthetic as long as he didn’t let up on me.

He definitely didn’t let up. After way too long with a too-gentle, too-delicate kisser, I reveled in Wyatt’s far less polite mouth. He teased, nipped, explored. He stole my damn breath. It was just as well I was on my back now, because I didn’t think I’d be able to stand while he schooled me with this absolute master class on kissing.

Oh, and he didn’t stop at my mouth, either. When Wyatt said there wasn’t an inch of my body he wouldn’t lick, he wasn’t joking. He started down my neck, and all I could do was lie there and try not to come unglued as he explored me with his lips and tongue. He went for the obvious places—throat, nipples, groin—but he didn’t miss anything. He traced every groove between my abs, pausing to nip now and then. He kissed all the way along my hipbone, coming dangerously close to my dick without touching it. And my inner thigh? How the fuck had I not known how erogenous that was? When he got to the back of my knee, I had to reach back and grab the pillow as my body damn near trembled off the bed.

“Wyatt. Fuck.” I gasped for breath. “Would you… stop…”

He flicked his tongue inside my knee and gazed up at me with wicked eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no.” I licked my lips. “I want you to stop fucking around and do that to my dick.”

My own words made me cringe. Had I really said that out loud? Had I really—

“Oh. Fuck.” The flick of his tongue across my balls almost had me levitating off the bed. “Jesus Christ!”

The response to that was an evil laugh, and then he was licking his way up the length of my dick. If I’d thought he was attentive to the rest of my body, he was laser-focused when he gave head. Little flutters of his tongue. Slow swirls around the head. Deep-throating slowly a few times before licking up and down again. I couldn’t remember anyone ever lavishing this much attention on my cock and balls before, never mind doing it this well. Oh my God, his mouth was incredible, and he clearly loved doing what he did.

I wasn’t quite ready to come, though, and if he kept this up, I’d absolutely lose it. “Wyatt.” I licked my lips. “Get back up here.”

He didn’t hesitate. One more decadent lick, and then he came up to kiss me.

Right before our lips met, though, something cold touched my leg, and I yelped.

“What?” He stiffened. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I…” I laughed as heat rushed into my face. “The…” I nodded downward. “Metal.”

I had a flash of worry that I’d make him self-conscious or something, but he laughed and relaxed.

“Right. Yeah, it can be cold.” His brow pinched. “Do you want me to take it off?”

“No, of course not. Just caught me by surprise.” I pulled down and kissed him. “Kind of like everything else tonight.”

He grinned. “You too, huh?”

“Just a bit.”

We both laughed, but then we were kissing again, making out more languidly than we’d had before. Earlier, it had been all hunger and lust. Now, we tasted each other. Explored lazily.

And holy fucking hell, that turned me on. I still wasn’t sure where I’d found the nerve to kiss him on the couch, but thank God I had, because whoa, it had paid off.

Wyatt touched his forehead to mine. “Just so you know,” he purred, “you’re hot already, but now that I’ve seen you with your pants off?” He dusted a kiss across my lips. “You have the most gorgeous ass.”

I bit my lip. “Any chance you want to fuck it?”

His low groan and full-body shiver made my toes curl. “You feel like bottoming?”

“I fucking love bottoming,” I growled. “And it’s been way too long.”

Wyatt groaned again, then bit my shoulder. “Fuck yeah. Where are the condoms?”

I nodded toward my nightstand.

“Perfect,” he murmured, and kissed the spot he’d bitten. Then he leaned away and found my condoms and lube.

Watching him put on the condom had me so keyed up I could barely breathe. Yes, yes, please, yes—I wanted to get dicked down so bad I was ready to come unglued.

He slid up next to me again, and as he slicked up his fingers, he met my gaze. “When you say it’s been too long…” He raised his eyebrows.

The answer to that was “pre-Simon,” but I didn’t want to talk about him in bed with Wyatt. So, I went with an incomplete truth: “It’s been more than a year.”

He nodded, and the corners of his mouth curled up. “So that just means I get to tease you even longer.” He leaned in to kiss me. “Make sure you’re ready for me.”

I was out of breath when our lips met. Then he was doing exactly as he’d promised—gently and slowly teasing me open—and I was out of thoughts. I’d used toys in the past, especially over the past year, but I wasn’t about to give him a reason to stop driving me wild like this. As much as I wanted his cock in me, this was… oh, fuck, this was sexy. He’d spent all that time turning me on with his mouth, and now he was fingering me right to the edge of oblivion while we made out, and—

“I can’t fucking wait anymore,” he growled, sliding his fingers free. “I want you so bad. Right now.”

I nodded, licking my swollen lips. “Yeah. Fuck me.”

He dropped another kiss on my mouth. Then he rolled onto his back beside me, and as he stroked some lube onto his dick, he said, “Get on top. I want to watch you ride me.”

Oh, hell yeah.

I did as I was told, straddling him and letting him guide me down onto him. As soon as the head of his cock pressed against me, my breath was gone again, and I moaned softly as I took him deeper. Oh, fuck, I’d missed this. Missed the stretch. The slide. The bliss. Wyatt had an average dick, same as me, but his may as well have been designed for the express purpose of fucking me. He was just… perfect. Not too much. More than enough. God, yeah.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, sliding his palms up my abs as I slowly rode him. “You are… so hot.”

I’d forgotten how to speak. All I could do was move. Feel him. Stare at him. Drink in the sight of his naked body and the wide-eyed ecstasy on his face. A few dark curls tumbled over his forehead, the rest splaying on my pillow, and he stared down at me—at us—as if he were completely hypnotized. I sure was. My view from here was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I picked up some speed on his cock just to make him gasp and tremble some more.

I loved the way he felt inside me. I loved the way he looked, laid out on the bed below me. And I loved the way he gazed up at me like I was the only thing in his universe. Had I ever felt this wanted in bed? If I had, I couldn’t remember, and I loved it now.

“W-wait.” The word sent a bolt of panic through me, but before I could ask if he was all right, he tapped my hip and panted, “Turn around. So I can fuck you from behind.”

I bit my lip. “Promise you’ll do it hard?”

Oh, hell. The fire in his eyes almost had me shooting cum all over his stomach.

Sliding his hands up my thighs, he rasped, “I’ll fuck you as hard as it takes to make you scream.”

I almost choked on a moan. As much as I didn’t want him out of me for even a second, I wanted what he was promising, so I lifted myself off him. He sucked in a breath as his cock slid out. I probably would’ve done the same if I could’ve breathed at all.

I shifted onto my hands and knees, and he got up behind me. As he situated himself, my bare foot grazed the cold metal of his prosthetic again, but it only made me jump a little this time. It did make me wonder if this position would be comfortable for him—if he’d have any issues with balance or leverage—but he wouldn’t have suggested it if it wouldn’t work for him. And anyway, those thoughts disintegrated as he pushed into me. If there were any challenges for him in this position, he didn’t let on—he just grabbed onto my hips and plowed into me, blanking my brain and sending me into the stratosphere.

“Oh God,” I murmured, almost sobbing with bliss. “Fuck, baby… Oh, fuck…”

His groan was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. He dug his fingers painfully hard into my hips as he slammed into me over and over again. The room blurred around me—had I ever been fucked this good? No idea, but I was sure being fucked this good now, and I wanted more, more, more.

I lost track of time. I lost track of everything. My whole world was sensation and hunger and Wyatt’s sharp gasps and low curses. The only thing I’d have changed in that moment was being able to see him, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open anyway, so whatever. I didn’t care what I saw, just what I felt, and what I felt was so spectacular I thought I might pass out, break down, or both.

“So good,” I heard myself moaning. “God, that’s… ungh. Yeah. Don’t stop.”

He groaned something I didn’t catch, gripping my hips even harder as he drove that perfect cock into me.

After I had no idea how long, he slurred, “Jesus Christ, you are so hot. I’m…” He shuddered hard, throwing his rhythm off for a couple of frantic strokes. “I’m gonna come. Then… Then I’m going to blow you.”

The only response I could manage was a strangled moan.

“You want that?” he demanded breathlessly. “You want to come in my mouth?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and let my head fall forward. He wanted me to think? To talk? Right now?

“Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me that’s what you—”

“Yes.”I gripped handfuls of sheets to anchor myself. “God, yes…”

That low, sexy groan gave me goose bumps, and he fucked into me for all he was worth. Oh, he was turned on by hearing me? That was what made him crazy?

“More, baby,” I pleaded. “Then get that mouth on my dick again.”

He gasped and shuddered. His rhythm fell apart, his thrusts turning erratic, and then he forced himself in so hard, he knocked me onto my forearms. His whole body trembled as he tried to push even deeper, and whimpered curses tumbled off his lips as he came.

With a harsh breath across my shoulder, he relaxed. I didn’t—I was so damn keyed up, so damn ready to lose my mind, I kept shaking, kept my death grip on fistfuls of sheets.

Wyatt dropped a soft kiss on my shoulder blade, and goose bumps instantly sprang up along the length of my spine. We both shivered as he pulled out, and I let my forehead rest on my arm. He was probably going to get rid of the condom, then come back and—

He flipped me onto my back. Before I knew which way was up, that mouth was on my dick. I didn’t even get a chance to suck in a startled breath before his fingers were in my ass, and… fuck. Just… fuck. Between his eager mouth and his talented fingers, I was on the edge of heaven.

“Wyatt…” I arched off the mattress and moaned. “Oh my God, that’s so good.”

He hummed around me at the same time he crooked his fingers inside me, and I almost lost it. Somehow, though, he kept me away from that edge. I was so close, so ready to explode, but he held me back just enough.

“Please make me come,” I begged. “Fuck, Wyatt, please… Please, I want to come so bad.”

He deep-throated me, then ran his tongue all the way up the length of my dick. My toes curled and my spine arched. I heard more pleas spilling off my lips, though I had no idea what I was actually saying.

He must’ve gotten the message, though. That, or he’d finally decided to have mercy on me, because he relented. I had no idea exactly what he did, only that one second, I was riding that delicious edge, and the next, I was crying out every curse I knew as I came on his tongue. He kept me going, too, stroking and teasing until I couldn’t take anymore. A second before I’d have begged him to stop, he did, and I sank back onto the mattress, panting and trembling.

Wyatt came up and kissed me softly. “Be right back.”

I just nodded. I was vaguely aware of the mattress shifting. Mostly, though, all I was good for was just lying there. For long moments, I stared at the ceiling as my spine tingled and my toes curled. I was blissed out and vibrating, dazed and disbelieving. Had we…? Had Wyatt…?

Then I caught his eye as he lay down beside me, and he grinned.

God, yeah, we had.

He had.

I couldn’t put my finger on how we’d gotten here from looking at my hookup profile.

But I didn’t have a single complaint.