I felt the sharp sting of his hand on my butt before I registered the noise of the slap, and I could barely gasp before his hand smoothed over the fabric of my shorts.
揌ow am I supposed to control myself around you when you wear little shorts like this??His hand slipped beneath the hem, over my bare skin, and I whimpered against his mouth.
揑 don抰 want you to control yourself.?
My voice was raspy and breathy. Who was that? Who was this girl, making out with Wyatt Rhodes, the most unavailable guy in town.
He lifted me into the air. My legs looped around his waist in some primal instinct that I didn抰 know lay dormant within me. We dropped, and he lowered himself onto my bed with me sitting in his lap, clinging to him, an iron bar pressing against me?
揙h.?My eyebrows shot up. My heart raced and my head swam with dizziness, but not in a bad way.
In a good way. In the best way. I made a noise of desperation and rubbed my center against Wyatt抯 hard length. My body took over. My body wanted more, more Wyatt and more of this achey tension building inside me.
When my center made contact with Wyatt抯 cock, something white hot shot through me, right to my core, and I bucked and gasped. It was a fraction of a second but it was too good. My thighs jerked closed, snapping tight around his waist. Wyatt抯 length pulsed against me and his hands tightened on my bottom, so hard I抎 have bruises tomorrow. The idea of his marks on me made me more turned on.
揌annah,?he gasped against my mouth. 揧ou can抰 do that.?
揝orry,?I whispered. 揇idn抰 mean to. Just felt so good.?
揑 know, baby, I know.?He chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, leaning his forehead against mine once again.
Right here. I wanted to pull his shirt off, push him down, and ride him right here. I gazed into his eyes, so dark, moody, furious, and desperate in this light. I ached for him. From the way his jaw tensed but his hands didn抰 move from my butt, I knew he wanted me too.
And then he was standing, I was in the air, and he was lowering me to the bed.
My body lit up with excitement and anticipation. This was happening. This was so happening?
He straightened up and my body screamed in protest.
揥hat棓 I started.
揧ou抮e going to go on another date.?His voice was low, his chest still rising and falling, and he crossed his arms over his chest.
Alarm shot through me. I didn抰 want to go on another awkward date with Beck. 揑 don抰 know if that抯 a good idea.?
揃y yourself.?
揥hy??
He leaned over the bed, over me, and the mattress shifted as he placed his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. 揃ecause you need to know what you like by yourself before you can enjoy it with someone else.?
My eyes widened. Why did that sound so dirty?
His heated gaze locked on mine before it dropped to my swollen mouth. 揂nd after the date, you抮e going to come home, crawl into bed, and touch yourself until you come.?
Wetness flooded my center and my mouth fell open.
揟ake notes this time.?His gaze lifted to mine again. 揧ou need to know what you like if you抮e going to show someone else how to do it.?
I swallowed. My body sang for him, buzzing and achey and damp between my legs. He wasn抰 even touching me right now but I could come with a few brushes over my clit.
He raised his eyebrows. 揇o you understand the assignment, bookworm??
All I could do was nod.
揋ood,?he murmured, still hovering over me. He lowered his head but instead of kissing me, he put his mouth to my neck and sucked梙ard.
I gasped and arched my back as the sting made my blood boil.
揥yatt,?I gasped.
He placed a gentle kiss on the spot where he had sucked. 揋oodnight, bookworm.?He straightened up, gave me one last pained, lingering look, laying on the bed beneath him, before he climbed back out the window and slid it closed behind him.
I stared at the window for a long time after he left, my wet core aching and my mouth swollen. I brushed my fingertips over the spot on my neck.
What the absolute hell just happened?
12
Wyatt
I shouldn抰 have done it.
A wave roared past me as I hung out on my board behind the break the next morning, sun rising over the horizon and splashing the sky with colors.
Hannah was becoming one of my closest friends, and I was climbing through her window, making out with her, kissing her like it was curing me of something.
It did, kind of. I had been wondering for weeks what the sweet little mouth would taste like, what she would sound like as I stole her breath.
It cured me and in exchange, handed me a new ailment.
I could not stop thinking about that fucking kiss.
Her mouth.
Her tits in that thin top.