Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

T here was something off with Wyatt. She felt it the minute she opened her eyes, and he was kneeling beside her. A franticness filled his mercury-colored eyes with a pinch of guilt and anger. What could’ve happened? It was only a little after eight, and if the silence of the hotel suite—apartment—whatever the place was, had been any indication, no one was up yet. She stared at him a moment longer before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Any word on if we can at least use the facilities today?” she asked, spying a glance at him over the rim of her cup. “I’ll go stir crazy here without getting on the ice at some point.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. We can find out, though.”

“I’d like that.” She stood then, going straight to her bag where she’d kept everything. “Give me five and join me?”

His features brightened. The guarded excitement, however, knocked her off-balance. Something happened. She could feel it in her bones. The one thing that made them such a great ice dancing pair was the fact they were in tune with each other. She picked up his subtle mood clues and adapted to them. He did the same for her.

Taking her coffee with her, she closed the bathroom door behind her before dropping everything on the counter. The bathroom wasn’t opulent nor was it cheap, like a roadside motel. The tiled shower was huge, and the toilet was in a little cubby room. To the side was a garden tub big enough for easily four people, if not more. And, like the living room, a huge window overlooked Telluride.

Sasha turned on the shower, setting it to medium hot for now, then took one more sip of her coffee before undressing. Once she was naked, she donned the harness and cinched it up to her groin. They hadn’t done this much, but when they did, the experience left her with this sense of power and euphoria. The cock they chose together along with the vibrating cock ring butted up against her clit, stimulating her while she fucked Wyatt.

A shiver of anticipation rolled down her spine as she turned on the modest sized toy. Not too big it wouldn’t fit, and not too small, Wyatt wouldn’t enjoy himself. That was the other thing they meticulously planned too. Everything was for their pleasure, not just his or hers.

When the door opened, Wyatt stood there, naked and hard. The shadows in his beautiful eyes were gone, but there was still a wall between them. Something they didn’t do to each other, especially with their pasts. Mainly because they trusted each other. She stared at him for a moment longer before placing her cup on the counter and grabbing the vibrating dildo. She slipped the toy into the O-ring, watching him the whole time. His nostrils flared. Heat lit his mercury eyes as he stroked himself in lazy pulls.

“Do you want me to prep you or...?” Sasha asked, picking up the bottle of lube.

“I did.” His cheeks flushed as he glanced away, but not before she saw the hunger there.

“Perfect.” She drizzled more lube over the dildo before she turned it on and groaned. “I know something happened, Wyatt. It’s okay. Whatever it was, we’re okay. I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

He stared at her as he opened the shower door. “Can we talk about it later?”

“Yes.” Instead of feeling better, her insides twisted half in anticipation, half scared what he might say to her.

Later she’d find out what was going on with him. Right now, they needed this. Probably had since they arrived at the hotel, and everything went to shit. He followed her into the large, decadent shower, but before she could say a word to him, he had to her pinned to the wall. Her nipple hardening against the cool ceramic tiles while his fingertips dug into her hips.

“I’m sorry, I need this,” he whispered against her cheek while kicking her feet apart.

Already wet with excitement, the ache of arousal and expectation exploded within her the second he pushed into her. They groaned. Her eyes closed as he flexed his hips. His shaky exhale as he withdrew only spiked the pleasure within her. “Fuck, Wyatt...”

His fingers tangled with hers above her head while he fucked her in short strokes, keeping her on edge. The funny little flip her stomach did, like tiny butterfly flapping their wings all at once unfurled within her. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes. He was too much. Too hard. Too gentle. Too everywhere. Whatever happened while she’d been sleeping, turned her passive partner who enjoyed being fucked by her, into this demon—no that wasn’t the word, but desperate man didn’t fit either.

“I’m not going to last long,” he muttered, lowering one of their joined hands to the dildo strapped to her body. “Fuck... Show me how you masturbate, babe.”

Wyatt wrapped her palm around the toy and pumped her fist with each stroke. Sasha was delirious with need and shocked at her reaction to him. She gasped, matching his pace. The situation was spiraling out of control, and she couldn’t find a reason to care. Each of Wyatt’s thrust pushed her higher. Her world spun on its axis. Her heart pounded. The headiness of lust and arousal swirled and tightened in her belly until she cried out from the pressure, so close to climaxing, she pressed her forehead to the shower wall, desperate for that one thrust that would send her crashing into her climax.

She sobbed his name working the dildo harder and faster, until Wyatt shoved deep and choked out a groan and the heat of his release filled her, setting her off. Her breath hitched in her chest. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Euphoria washed over her in drugging waves until she slumped against him, panting for air and delirious. In that moment, their dynamic changed. It was almost like he was proving himself, which he didn’t have to, but he’d done so anyway.

He pulled out slowly, muttering a curse to himself as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to the small bench within the stall. “Fuck...”

“You keep saying that,” she said, trying to slow her heart.

“Because I’m still horny. I just fucked you against the wall of our shower and the sight of my cum dripping out of you, turns me on.” He kissed her neck. “I should be pissed at myself for doing that, but I can’t find the ability to even be mildly perturbed.”

“Good thing I’m on birth control, huh?” She teased glancing over her shoulder.

He moaned her name, placing her hand on his semi-hard cock. “This is what you do to me.”

She hummed. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Fuck me. Hard and fast. I don’t care if I can’t come again. I just need you inside me.” Wyatt kissed her then with a ferociousness, stealing the last of her wits. She was already hanging on by a thread, tattered by the way he fucked her with such abandon she wasn’t sure if she could move, let alone perform for him.

He ran his fingers through her hair tugging ever so slightly, sending sparks of bliss across her scalp. Sitting as they were, he slipped back inside her, giving little, lazy thrusts, priming her. She sank into the sensations consuming her. Sasha deepened the kiss, sucking on his tongue before retreating to bite his bottom lip.

He shuddered in her arms, pulling out before rubbing his cock against her dildo. Everything about the debauched scene playing out in front of her was hedonistic. The last time they did this, they giggled and took their time exploring one another. The intimacy made the entire act special.

This was raw.

Unhinged.

Frantic.

When he lifted her from his lap and changed their positions. The dynamic switched. Wyatt knelt between her spread thighs. His gaze locked on the flesh-colored dick between her legs and below, to her sticky, wet pussy, filled with his cum. The second he tapped the button on her cock ring, she sucked in a breath. Anticipation hummed through her veins. Curiosity twined with need as she ran her fingers through his hair. When he took the toy into his mouth, she bucked. The first vibrations of the toy spread through her like wildfire, sparking her still sensitive and excited nerve endings to life.

Wyatt pressed his fingers into her pussy, fucking her as he matched his pace. Transfixed by the way he gobbled up her cock, she couldn’t look away. Whenever they did this, it’d been her just fucking him. No preamble. No thought of foreplay. It was like he needed the release, but held back from asking for more. Now he took it. Seeing him this way... This imperfect creature he hid, shedding the impeccably coiffed exterior, enraptured her.

Gone was the polite boy who shied away from forming friendships and partnerships because of his insecurities and being left behind. This hungry man, feasting on the toy that would bring them such inexplainable pleasure, had a warmth filling her chest. Then, as if reading her mind, he grabbed the lube from outside the stall and slickened the dildo before rubbing more on his hole.

Wyatt straddled her lap, taking the toy inch by inch until they were flush, the vibrations of the cock spread through them, leaving her dizzy with arousal. This licentious man, head thrown back as his features strained and his dick jerked between them, spreading precum across her belly. The tip of his dick; swollen and ruddy, glistening even in the low light of the bathroom.

Sasha grabbed his hips, guiding him over her hard cock. There was no way to describe how it felt to dominate him. Exhilarated seemed simple in terms of the high she reached. Or the power she wielded. She watched the play of emotions filling his features and the way he tensed when she met him stroke for stroke. The base of the toy hit her clit just right, adding to the desire building within her.

There was a wildness between them. An unburdened, uncaring part that held no restrictions on what anyone thought about them. It was hot. Carnal. Epicurean. He pumped his hard cock with each thrust, pushing them both higher. She was delirious. Drunk on passion. High on lust. Their dynamic changed. She could feel it. Whatever was next for them came after the fall off the cliff of gratification they climbed.

“Sasha,” he moaned. “Fuck... Sasha.”

Her eyes fluttered closed. “Don’t stop, Wyatt.”

He kissed her then. His hot mouth feasted on her. Devouring her sobs and cries as their tongues tangled and their teeth clashed. He moaned her name, deepening the kiss. He was everywhere at one time, stealing her rationale. He pulled back with a grunted curse, chest heaving. Eyes wild.

“I want you to stay with me. I don’t care what happens with the others. But... I want you, Sasha. Stay with me always.”

Confused and a bit surprised, she nodded, unsure of what to say, since they were entangled as they were. Sex made people say stupid stuff. She also learned that the hard way over the years. “Yes...” Plus, what kind of relationship did he think she had with her childhood best friends? Was that why he was acting so possessive and onery?

“Can I come inside you again?” The raspy warmth of his voice left a trail of goosebumps across her skin. “It’s just... Fuck... I need it. I want you.”

Okay, now he was worrying her. Something happened between the time they went to bed and when he woke up. What it was or how bad it’d been she couldn’t say. “Wyatt...”

“Please, babe? I need you so bad I ache for you.” He nuzzled her neck then nipped at the sensitive skin below her ear. “I didn’t realize how much I liked the idea of my cum inside you.”

“Okay what have you done with Wyatt and who are you really?” She stared at him tilting her head.

He chuckled, pulling off the toy before going to his knees. “I’m right here. I think... Damn it. I think I’m so worked up right now... I think I’d say anything to feel your sweet little pussy wrapped around me.”

A fresh wash of need crashed over her as he climbed up onto the bench between her legs and pushed into her. Her eyes rolled up and before she could force air back into her lungs, he fucked her. The hard, demanding thrusts set them on a wild pace she couldn’t keep up with. Wyatt grabbed her hips with one hand while pressing the vibe to her clit. Overwhelmed she clawed at his forearms for purchase while struggling to hang on to the last bits of her sanity.

“Your sweet little pussy is milking me,” he groaned. “So hot and wet. I want to stay inside you all day.”

He lifted the toy giving her a small respite before touching the base to her clit again. Her orgasm ripped through her. Sasha’s eyes rolled up. She shook with the force arching to him as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Her cry echoed in the stall and was closely followed by Wyatt’s as he slammed into her one last time, filling her with his release.

The crash of the bathroom door startled them as Archer and Cam stumbled into the bathroom, furious then shocked. Their wide-eyed bewilderment along with their mumbled words of apology had heat staining her cheeks while embarrassment filled her.

“What the hell is going on here?” The cold chill of Trent’s voice turned her stomach in a sickening way. He chuckled, winking at her before patting Archer on the shoulder. “Looks like Miss Perfect gives dick and takes it too. Guess she never needed you.”

Archer stared at her while Wyatt did his best to cover her while he continued to throb within her. “I thought you were hurt.”

“Well, I’m... I’m not,” she said, trying to hold it all together. “Can you get out now?”

Cam nodded. “Sorry to interrupt, doll.”

Yeah. So was she.