I felt his growing cock pushing against his pants, and it made me eager to touch him. My legs spread farther, giving my damp pussy some room to breathe before his knee edged against my wet panties. I bucked into him, wanting friction more than ever before. And as he kissed down my neck, his teeth slid against my pulse point.
Causing me to groan out his name. “Oh, Wyatt.”
He growled. “That’s it, Bella. Let it out.”
His voice shivered me to my core. My nipples puckered against my bra as his hands kept my wrists pinned above me. I felt vulnerable and beautiful at the same time. I felt as if I were on top of the world, situated beneath his body. And when he finally relinquished my wrists, I thought maybe he had come to his senses. I thought perhaps he’d put a stop to all of this.
But, all he did was flip my dress up over my hips.
“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” Wyatt hissed.
I watched as he pulled out his cock, stroking it for me to behold. And the girth of the dick made my eyes widen while veins bulged from every angle. I’d never seen anything so beautiful in all my life, and he was already leaking from his tip.
Wyatt grinned at me as his hand disappeared between my legs. Then, he pulled my panties off to the side. In one fell swoop, he plunged into my depths, falling back down to my body. The pain and pleasure washed over me as I felt myself catapulted into the clouds. Finally, I knew what it felt like. Finally, I knew what everyone was talking about. And as he bottomed out against me, I felt his tightly wound curls tickling my swollen clit.
Take all of me, Wyatt.
His hands caught himself against the bed of the truck as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. He staked my body against his, pinning me beneath him with the strength of his cock alone. And when he pinned my wrists back over my head, I knew I was at his mercy.
Then, he started pounding away.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered.
He growled. “Fucking hell. So tight for me. Holy God, Bella.”
My back arched. “Yes. Just like that. Oh, Wyatt. Don’t stop. It’s so—this is—”
It was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. Something tightened in my gut while my body bounced with every thrust. Wyatt hovered over me, his eyes caressing me as my juices dripped down my ass crack. And the deeper he slid into my body, the more he spread me.
Then, it was as if he propelled my body into the heavens. “That’s it,” I whimpered.
He captured my lips. “Come for me, Bella. Do it.”
I bucked ravenously against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Wyatt, yes!”
He growled. “That’s it, beautiful. Squeeze that dick.”
I fell over the edge as my spine arched so tightly I thought it might shatter into pieces. My eyes rolled back, fuzzing out the stars and spiraling me into a darkness from which I never wanted to return. I was overwhelmed by him in the best of ways. His dick throbbed against my aching walls, and when his movements began to stutter, I knew he was close.
“Fall over with me,” I gasped. And my words were all Wyatt needed.
“Holy shit, Bella. Never had a pussy this tight. Oh, yeah. Holy fuck. Ugh, shit.”
When he collapsed against me, his hands released my wrists. And it gave me the opportunity to hold him. I wrapped my arms around his back, rubbing my hands up and down his spine as he panted against the crook of my neck. Our intermingled fluids dripped from between my thighs, and his cock slowly dwindled until it slid from its warm little home. And when I kissed the shell of his ear, I let myself revel in the smell of the two of us intertwined.
Before he pushed himself up and tucked his cock back into his pants. “Well, what a dessert,” he said breathlessly
I laid there with my legs still spread as I gazed up at the stars. A hazy sort of pleasure blanketed my mind, but even I knew what was about to happen. We wouldn’t cuddle like in the movies. We wouldn’t kiss or go for another round. That was nothing but a hookup to Wyatt, yet it had been so much more for me.
Don’t say anything. You’re only going to freak him out.
“Bella?”
I willed my legs to close, which moved my panties back into their proper place. With the world still tilting around me, I forced myself upright, gazing at Wyatt as he stood in the parking lot. At some point in time, he had gotten off the back of the truck and was staring at me as if I had lost my damn mind.
Gone was the hazy pleasure in his eyes, and it had been replaced with something akin to regret. It made me feel cheap, and all I wanted was to get out of there.
“Yes, sorry. Just regaining my sea legs,” I said with a small giggle.
He chuckled. “Glad I could make you feel that way.”
Sorry, you don’t. “Anyway, I guess I should be going.”
He offered me his hand. “Here. I’ll walk you back to your car.”
I slid off the bed of his truck without his help. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m just right over there.”
His hand fell back to his side. “The parking lot is dark right now. At least let me—”
I started quickly walking away from him. “Thank you so much for a wonderful evening! I appreciate it!”
“Bella, wait!”
I walked away as quickly as I could without seeming hasty. But, I wasn’t sure if I accomplished that last part. All I knew was that I had to leave before something else happened. Before I said something wrong or did something to permanently alter whatever the hell it was that I had with Wyatt. After all, it didn’t make any sense for me to stay at a job if I couldn’t even get along with my boss. And his promise not to relieve me of my position simply because of my father was a promise I wanted to capitalize on to the fullest extent.
Which meant not ruining my working relationship with my damn boss.
I heard Wyatt’s footsteps following behind me and quickly slipped into my car. I struck up the engine and backed out, then decided to wrap around the back of the building. I got away just in time for Wyatt to recede in my rearview mirror, but I didn’t bother studying the look on his face.
I didn’t want to see one of disappointment after memorizing one of utter ecstasy.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
As I made my way home, tears sprang to my eyes. At least our clothes hadn’t come off. That really made for my quick getaway. Plus, I wasn’t sure if I wanted Wyatt to see my body in the first place. Not that I had confidence issues, I knew I rocked my curves with grace and poise. But, I always wanted the first time a man saw me naked to be like in the movies, where he couldn’t stop staring at me, where his jaw dropped open, where he professed his undying need to worship me while kissing every inch of my body.
I wanted that moment.
And I now knew that Wyatt couldn’t give that to me.
At least I still have a first for someone.
I brushed away my tears as I pulled into the driveway. And even though I saw my father peeking out through the curtains to see what was going on, I gave myself a moment to gather my thoughts. Sex wasn’t at all what I thought it would’ve been like. I mean, it felt good, sure. But, I always thought there was cuddling or something after. Some sort of reassurance that what we had done wasn’t one massive regret. That was all I felt, though—regret. I wanted to feel beautiful with Wyatt, but instead, I felt cheap. I wanted to feel on top of the world, but instead, I felt like just another name in his little black book.