Then my back is resting against plush, cream-colored carpet, and Wyatt’s body is covering me with his mouth, still working mine hard. My hands yank at his shirt, trying to get it pulled free of his pants, but I can’t work my way around his leather shoulder holster so I start clawing at.
Pushing up off me slightly and balancing on one forearm, Wyatt starts rolling his shoulder to help me work the holster loose. All the while, he continues to feast on my mouth. It’s the hottest, longest, most desperate kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
Once the holster comes free of one shoulder, I do nothing more than toss it over his back, where it still hangs from the opposite shoulder. I don’t care though… it’s out of my way, and it reminds me much of the same way he left my panties dangling around one ankle the last time we were together.
Tugging hard, I get Wyatt’s shirt up, only to be met with a white t-shirt underneath, so I just plunge my hands up underneath of it until I’m able to run my hands over his skin. My entire body spasms when Wyatt drags the hem of my dress up and plunges his hand down the front of my panties.
Then it’s really on.
Both of us claw and battle our way to try to touch each other. We’re both fueled by lust and desperation, and an almost terror that we may come to our senses at any moment. My hands fumble at his belt and Wyatt thrusts two fingers up inside of me, which causes my back to arch up, my head to throw back, and his lips to leave mine as I groan over the contact.
Wyatt pumps his fingers in and out of me, hitting something inside that makes tremors race up and down my spine, and causing my hips rotate viciously against him. His mouth goes to my neck, where he sucks and bites at me and finally… finally I get his belt undone, his zipper down, and his underwear and pants pushed down. His erection is hot and silky in my hands, wet around the tip, and I squeeze and pump at him, causing his hips to thrust against me.
Our breathing is heavy and hot, and oxygen feels like a precious commodity. I ache… I can’t stand the tension he’s creating within me.
Wyatt feels it too, overwhelmed with the same desperation that I’m feeling. The same raw need.
Batting my hands away from his shaft, he rears up, pulls my panties to the side so I’m bare to him, and with one hand, guides his cock to my entrance. He brushes through my wetness once… twice… then he lunges forward and slams his way inside, and oh, God… that feels fucking amazing.
His entire body stills for just a second, his head dropping to my shoulder where his breath comes out in large bursts against my collarbone. My arms wrap around him, and I dig my fingers into the muscles at his back.
Wyatt lifts his head… stares down at me with the most intense, wild look I’ve ever seen on a man’s face before. It’s at this moment I realize we’ve haven’t said a word to each other, instead choosing to communicate through touch and action.
We stare at each other for the briefest of moments, and then he’s moving within me. Sliding an arm under one leg, he pushes it up and out, causing the elastic of my underwear that’s stretched to the side to bite into my opposite hip. It’s a good sting though because it reminds me that we are succumbing to our baser instincts right now, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Long, hard thrusts as Wyatt hovers over me while he supports himself with his other arm. He stares down at me, and I stare back at him as I keep my bottom lip clenched between my teeth so as not to scream out.
I can feel him deep… everywhere, while he tunnels into me.
Through the pores of my skin, into the marrow of my bones.
Our eyes stay locked, yet pure ecstasy is etched all over Wyatt’s face. I know this feels as wonderful to him as it does to me, because for the first time since I’ve known him, he’s letting go completely on his emotions.
We race… climb higher and higher. Wyatt slams into me; I arch my hips in counter-force. Grunts, moans, whispered curses… I’m not sure if they are coming from him or me, but it just adds to the overall urgency to our fucking.
Racing, racing… can’t get enough yet wanting that ultimate crash of pleasure to overtake us.
It starts with me first… after one particularly hard thrust and follow-up grind of his pelvis against mine. Tightening in my lower back, heat spreading between my legs, and then a ripple of the purest bliss rushing up my spine before exploding outward.
“Wyatt,” I cry out as I arch my back and dig my nails into his skin.
I can feel my walls rippling all around him. He feels it too because he leans his head down, clamps his teeth into my shoulder, and slams hard into me one more time. His body stills, and then he lets out a singular groan of release as he empties inside of me.
My fingers release their tight purchase into his back, and instead start a soothing motion over his sweaty skin. His chest heaves from the exertion and he lets my leg down, settling on top of me while we both come down.
His cock still buried deep, I feel it twitch a few times, and I clamp down my muscles on him. This causes him to flex his hips again with another moan while the last spasms of pleasure drain away from our bodies.
I’m not sure how long we lay there, but long enough that my breathing evens back out again. Wyatt lifts his head from my shoulder and looks down at me. His eyes flicker back and forth between my own, as if he’s trying to figure out what’s going through my head right now.
If he asks, I’ll tell him the truth.
That was the most insane, intense sexual encounter of my entire life… topping what he did to me in the locker room by just a hair.