I should ask him to turn around, to take me home, but there’s a sadness in his brown eyes, one that I recognize. He pulls up to this small ranch style single story house and shifts the truck into park.
“Ready?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine.
His hair is dark, his beard full and I bite the corner of my lip wondering what it’s going to feel like all over my naked body. I’ve never been with a man who had a beard before, and that alone makes tonight exciting.
“I am,” I murmur.
He grins, showing his white teeth, which look really bright with the dark beard that surrounds his mouth. Without another word, he exits the truck and I watch him jog around the front.
I wonder, to myself, why he picked me out of all the women at that bar. Then again, I’m too afraid to question it, because I’ve never been with a man so ruggedly handsome before and I’m going to hold on with both hands, at least for the night.
My door flies open, and he holds out his palm for me. He’s a gentleman, something that I never thought I could have for myself, even if it’s only for one night. Once I’m on my feet, Wyatt gently tugs me behind him, toward his home.
“You live here alone?” I ask, once he unlocks the door and pushes it open.
He flips the light in the living room on and I take a step inside. It’s plain, with no decor, nothing much but a sofa and a giant television on the wall. Closing the door behind me, I lock it and turn back to face him.
Wyatt’s dark eyes are on me, they’re searching my body and his gaze pauses on my breasts. I watch him lick his lips, and normally that would not be sexy in the slightest, but when he does it, my thighs tremble.
“My cousin was renting from me.” He shrugs. “He’s livin’ with his woman now,” he murmurs.
I expect him to take a step toward me, maybe touch me somewhere—anywhere. My entire body feels like it’s a giant ball of need, of want and desire, but Wyatt does nothing, he doesn’t make a single move.
Finally, after what feels like forever, his feet move, I hold my breath while he closes the distance between us. Lifting his hand, he extends his index finger and I close my eyes as he touches my temple, then drags the finger down the side of my face.
I only let out the breath when I feel the pad of his finger trace my bottom lip. Opening my eyes, I connect my gaze to his as I peek my tongue out and taste him. He grunts, his eyes widening for just a moment. Then he leans forward, dropping his hand before his mouth replaces his touch.
Slanting my head, I part my lips slightly, slipping my tongue out to taste his. He groans, wrapping one of his hands around my waist, the other dives into my hair, gripping the strands at the back of my head.
I nip his bottom lip, which spurs another groan from him. He slowly breaks the kiss, his breath heavy and his hooded eyes finding mine. “Exeter,” he breathes.
“Wyatt.”
“Fuck,” he hisses before his lips touch mine again.
This time his tongue fills my mouth and it’s my turn to let out a long moan of my own. There are no other words to explain how he kisses me, other than, the man fucks my mouth. Lifting my arms, I wrap them around his shoulders.
My fingers touch the nape of his neck feeling his slightly longish hair, which is softer than I anticipated. He grunts, pulling away from me and we both breathe heavily as we stare at one another.
“You can fucking kiss, Exeter. Goddamn, but that mouth was made for kissin’, sugar.”
“That all you planning on doing with it?” I ask, my body too hot, my legs too shaky, and my heart beating too rapidly.
“No, ma’am.” He grins.
He bends down and picks me up.
Picks.
Me.
Up.
Me.
Size ten, all tits, ass, and thick thighs, me. I cry out, but he hushes me as he stomps down the hall. He turns to the right and without much of a word, he deposits me on the bed.
“Get naked, Exeter,” he demands.
A shiver of desire runs through my entire body. Wrapping my fingers around the hem of my black wrap top, I quickly pull it over my head. I throw it somewhere in the room, not caring where it lands.
Standing, I unbutton then unzip my tight lycra infused jeans. Thank God for lycra, I think to myself as I shimmy them down my legs. My cheeks feel hot as I realize that I’m now in just my panties and bra in front of this man. A virtual stranger.
The room is bathed in low light from the single lamp in the corner, but there’s no more hiding beneath my clothes. He can see all of me now, and although when I first started to undress, I didn’t care, now that my lust brain is a bit less hazy, I really care.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
He closes the distance between us, and before I know what’s happening, his tongue is down my throat again. I moan, opening wider for him, welcoming his tongue. His hands are warm as they both wrap around my shoulders, then slowly they slide to my back as he moves his lips down my neck.
Closing my eyes, he drags my bra down my arms, releasing my breasts from their confines. The cool air kisses my skin and my nipples immediately harden. His mouth continues to move down my neck, he sucks against my collarbone before he dips his head even more and wraps his lips around one of my nipples.
My hand automatically flies into the back of his hair, my head falls back, and I arch my breast closer toward him. I want more, so much more.
His tongue flicks my nipple, swirling around it one more time before his mouth moves to the other side. He sucks, flicks, and swirls my other nipple, and when my eyes close, I imagine him doing the same against my clit. A shiver runs throughout my entire body at the thought.
“Wyatt,” I whimper, unable to control myself.
He grunts, his mouth never leaving my skin, not while he kisses down my chest, my stomach and just above my pussy. I’m still wearing my scrap of plain black cotton panties. His fingers hook in the sides of my panties and he slowly drags them down my legs until they pool at my ankles.
“Sugar, your pussy taste as sweet as that mouth?” he asks.
“I-I-I…” I don’t know what to say.
Luckily, Wyatt doesn’t demand an answer, his hands lift to my hips and without much resistance from me, he pushes me down so that I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Spread those gorgeous thighs for me,” he demands, his eyes looking nowhere but the prize that he is intently focused on.
I do as he asks, spreading my legs, and then a thrill of excitement rolls through me when he immediately lets out a long groan.
Chapter Two
WYATT
Exeter’s cheeks tint pink with her embarrassment. She’s completely naked, bare in front of me, her legs spread and her pussy pink and wet on display.
Goddamn, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had in my bed. I can’t believe that I’m going to eat her pussy, I don’t even know her, but fuck, I’m actually craving her cunt.
I’ve only ever eaten Sammi out, any other woman I’ve slept with has been a quick fuck and get out thing. But this is different, she’s different. She’s not some hardened barfly, not some sorority slut on break, home for the summer.
Exeter lifts her hand, running her fingers through my hair. Leaning forward slightly, I inhale deeply, taking in her scent.