5. Wyatt

5

WYATT

T he feel of this woman against me has my entire being buzzing. It's like she's taped a live wire against my soul, and I've come alive. I lift her off her feet, and she wraps her legs around me without any hesitation. Nuzzling under her ear, taking in her wildflower scent, I want it to mix with mine.

"What floor?"

Her knees squeeze my waist, her chin lifting as I nip at the column of her throat. I can barely think through my need for her, but I start moving, taking the few steps up to the front door.

"Second."

It's locked, and I turn for her to punch in a code.

"No being a stalker and peeking," she teases, one hand tight around my neck as the lock pulls free.

I take the stairs two at a time as she directs me to the third door, and I can't wait for her to brandish her key. Snatching up her mouth, I devour her, and the way she matches my energy has me surrendering to the way the world focuses on her slight moans and whimpers. My hips roll against hers, pushing her back into the sturdy wood.

Her teeth find my bottom lip, her breathing hard and fast. "If you don't let me open that door, we're going to be taken to jail for indecent exposure."

My laughter hits me unbidden, and I reluctantly drop her to her feet. She turns within the barrier of my arms, her body against mine as she pops the door open. I lift and spin her inside, closing the door behind us, flipping the lock, and winking down at her in the dark shadows of the room.

Her fingers run up my chest, and the way Freya's body slides along mine is slow and deliberate, drawing me in. I need her laid out, naked, for me to devour completely. The mere thought of burying my face between her thighs and feasting on her pussy turns my cock into stone.

She grabs at my shaft over my jeans, and I groan.

"Is that all for me?" The flash of her white teeth sucker punches me.

I rock against her hand. "Yeah. Let's see how much of it you can take."

Her wild laughter tugs at my heart. She's in my arms again.

"Direct me to a bed."

Freya grabs my hand, drawing me through a dark living room and into a small hall with three doors. On the right, I finally see our destination—a bed just big enough for the two of us and all the dirty things we're about to do.

Standing at the edge of her bed, she lures me closer, hands smoothing under my shirt the moment I'm close enough, and I'm mesmerized by the electricity held in the tips of her fingers. I reach back and yank my shirt over my head to give her better access to my body.

She bites her lip, and I'm glad she likes what she sees. Years of hard labor and hiking in the wilderness have built my muscles. The heat of her hands on me drowns me in cravings.

I can't hold it back any longer. Grabbing her by the waist, I toss her onto the mattress and crawl over her. Drawing out long, teasing kisses, I slide her dress up those smooth legs. The thin string of her panties has me pulling it away to snap it back against her skin.

We grin at each other.

"Save any of that sugar dust?" The heat in her eyes, highlighted by the soft light through her window, pulses desire down to my core. Fuck, do I ache for her. I have been all night, ever since the moment I spotted her on the dance floor.

"As a matter of fact…" I pull the small cone from my back pocket and lay it beside her. "But first things first."

I sit us up to unzip her dress and lift it over her head. The light pink lace bra is tight around her full breasts. She's practically spilling out of it, and my mouth waters with how badly I want to suck her flesh into my mouth.

The tiny triangle of fabric covering her sweet center pushes me over the edge. I can't wait. Her breast fills my mouth, lace and all.

Freya arches into me, moaning low with the same need coursing through me. The curves of her hips fill my hands. And God, everything about her is soft and luscious and perfect. I drag her bra off her, freeing her for more lavish attention. Her hand sinks into my hair as I roll a hard nipple against the roof of my mouth.

"Fuck," she whispers, squirming under me.

I'm so hard I could hammer a nail into the wall, and my cock twitches. But when I reach for that sexy thong, my plan isn't to jump on her like some schoolboy. I grab the cone of sugar dust and sprinkle a little low on her belly and across her hips.

My tongue follows, melting sweetness across my tongue. Her wiggling makes me clamp ahold of her and keep her still until I've lapped up every granule of sugar from her skin. With her grip twisting in my hair, she tugs me toward where she wants me, and I nip her inner thigh.

"So impatient. The night is still young." I tut, blowing across those beautiful, wet folds as I spread her knees wider. "And you look so delicious."

A needy noise vibrates up her throat before I bend to spread my tongue over her slit, spreading her open. Then, I seal my mouth over her, thrusting my tongue into her sweet pussy. She tastes addictive, and I know that I will need this again. And again, if I can convince her.

Freya rocks against me, driving my tongue deeper, and I give her everything in my arsenal—tongue, teeth, breath, vibrations. I slide my hand under her hip, around her stomach, and up to her breast, squeezing the plump flesh until I have her nipple pinched between a finger and thumb.

Her back flies up off the bed, her nails biting my flesh as her sweet arousal coats my tongue. Sucking on her clit elicits a startled cry.

Settling on my elbows, I look up to catch her watching me, and she looks like a succubus, a goddess meant to tempt me out of my soul. Well done, minx. It's yours .

Her hips are gyrating. She's seeking an end to the teasing. But I flick my tongue over that sensitive bud and mimic the move over her hard nipple. After a few more swipes, I have her thighs shaking, and I pull back.

"That's it. You're going to make me come." Freya's up and pushing me down on the bed. I put up absolutely no fight. If a woman wants to take control in bed, I'm not going to turn her down.

I laugh gruffly as she rises over my chest and shoulders. Fuck, yes. "Going to ride my face, sweetheart?"

"Yes." Her hands grip her headboard as I grab ahold of her hips, guiding her down to my mouth with long, languid licks. It takes mere moments to have her pleasure dripping down my chin and cheeks, and the moment her orgasm seizes her, I latch on, wringing out every ounce of it that I can.

When I let go of her, she's shaking so hard that she can barely keep upright. I tug her down my body. "That was fucking hot."

Her laugh is a bit unhinged, and when her ass meets my jeans, she wails. "Why are those still on?"

"You haven't taken them off me yet." I rotate my hips against her sensitive flesh, and her groan rumbles against my chest.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" But she makes no move to undress me. She simply gasps with each undulation. Then, she's in motion, hands to my chest, back arched, body beautiful. Freya drops away, yanking my jeans open and off my hips. She makes quick work of stripping me bare, biting her lip as she looks me over.

My gaze takes its own trip down her plump breasts, narrow waist, full hips. Those strong legs press together, shining from my mouth. I grab my bobbing cock as she watches, cheeks pink and green eyes bright—a nymph sent to tempt me. I stroke myself once, but it won't do.

Maybe Freya can sense it because she draws nearer, climbing up my body and rubbing herself against me. I hold myself in place until she has me locked at her entrance, coating me with her juices. The slow slide of her over me takes three soft strokes to seat my shaft fully inside her.

I swear under my breath. She's so damn hot and wet and tight.

Smoothing my hands up her legs, over her firm ass, and up her back, I pull her closer, helping her rock over me. Those delicate hands brace either side of my head, and I watch as her red hair falls around her face. The sway of her tits above me has me licking my lips. As I lift myself into her, I rear up to grab a nipple in my mouth. Fuck. She clamps down around me when I suck hard.

And the noise she makes. It tightens my balls.

I lock a forearm low on her back, keeping her hips in place and thrusting up into her with rough force. Freya's hands lose traction, and I kiss my way up her neck, clutching her harder.

"Yes. Fuck, Wyatt. Yes ." She hisses in pleasure, and I can feel her grow wetter around me.

Her nose knocks against mine, and I'm lost in those green eyes. They're filled with fairy lights, and I'm sure that she can see me right now, truly see me, like I see the wild and free creature this woman is.

I can't shake how right she feels.

Tipping my hips a fraction makes her catch her breath, hips grinding, core tightening. I grin up at her, cocky because I just found her G-spot. Now, the game is on. Time to see how many times I can get this vixen to come. The great thing is, I don't have to change a single thing I'm doing to make it happen.

Her moans start low. Breathless.

Then, she's panting for me.

It builds into long, drawn-out groans. Whimpers.

A soft round of pleas .

I kiss her as she starts to break apart, both hands gripping her ass cheeks to hold her in place as I plunge up into her. God, the wet sound of her pleasure and how our hips smack together threaten to drag me over the edge with her. But she pulses hard, clamping down and strangling my cock.

"Fuck, you feel good," I tell her, fucking her through the aftermath of her orgasm until she's heavy and limp atop me. I slow but don't stop. "You okay?"

"Mmm-hmm. Need two minutes," she murmurs against my chest.

"An entire two minutes?" She's so wet that my gentle plunges are easy for her to rock with. "You're sure? You can just lie here and let me build you back up, and when you break a third time, you'll know I can do it all over again."

Her weak laughter has me grinning.

"I'm going to roll you over now, so you can just sit back and relax for those two minutes." I lift her up and flip us over. Her nails sink into my shoulders before she melts against the mattress, and she doesn't argue when I hook her knees at my elbows and lean down to roll my hips.

Freya's gasp is delightful. Her squirm more so. Those enchanting eyes home in on mine. "God, you're good at this."

"Glad to hear it." I give her a little more force, and she twists the sheets in her hands.

"Don't be too cocky about it, or you'll ruin the moment." She arches to take me better.

"Yes, ma'am. Too much cock is the last thing we need right now."

Her laughter tightens her around me, and I groan. Her hips move up against my thrusts, and I know she's ready to take more. Rearing back, I brace my hands under her knees and hold her in place as I piston into her tight core.

Freya's mouth falls open, and I swear to God, her pussy is going to be the end of me. The strangling heat of my own climax rises, and I drop hold of her knees, sinking down into her. We slide together with hard, punctuated thrusts until she seizes under the momentum of my hips.

And I crash into her, grinding against her sex and spilling myself into her.

Her limbs fall loosely around me, and I cradle her against me, nuzzling her hair and memorizing her scent. After a minute, I lean up on one elbow. "What do you think? Need two minutes?"

Her grin twists need inside me. "A whole two minutes? Me?"

I laugh with her as I slowly creep down her body, planting kisses along her slick flesh. "If you need it, sit back and relax, sweetheart. I'm just going to clean you up a bit before I take you again."

My mouth descends, and her cry is music to my ears.