I pause at his nipples, circling one with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. Wyatt arches off the bed, a strangled moan escaping him. His hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in as I give the same attention to his other nipple, scraping it lightly with my teeth.
“Gray,” he pants, his cock hard against my stomach. “Fuck.”
I continue my path downward, licking across the ridges of his abs, lean and beautiful in a way that speaks of natural grace rather than punishing gym sessions. My tongue dips into his navel, making him squirm, before I slide lower.
I spread his thighs wider, settling between them. His cock is flushed and leaking, tempting, but I have other plans. I push his legs up, exposing his ass.
“Wait,” Wyatt protests as I lower my head. “I need to shower first—”
“No, you don’t.” I press a kiss to the inside of his thigh, feeling the muscle jump under my lips. “I want you exactly like this.”
Before he can argue further, I spread his cheeks, exposing his hole—still slightly puffy and reddened from last night. I lean in and lick a long, firm stripe over his entrance.
“Holy fuck,” Wyatt gasps, his body jerking at the contact. “Gray, you don’t have to—”
I do it again, slower this time, circling his rim with the tip of my tongue. His objections dissolve into breathy moans, his hands finding their way into my hair, alternating between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
“Still think I should stop?” I ask, looking up the length of his body to find him watching me, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
He shakes his head, laughing breathlessly. “Keep going.”
I smile against his skin before diving back in, licking and sucking at his sensitive hole, feeling it flutter against my tongue. I’ve never particularly enjoyed doing this with previous partners, but with Wyatt, it’s different. I love the way he responds, the wayhis thighs tremble on either side of my head, the little helpless sounds he makes when I push my tongue inside him.
He tastes like last night’s lube and a hint of my cum, which should be gross but instead makes something primal in me growl with satisfaction. Mine. I marked him inside and out, and I’m not done yet.
“God, that feels so good,” Wyatt moans, one hand still in my hair, the other fisted in the sheets. “Never knew it could feel like this.”
I hum against him, the vibration making him whimper. My cock is rock hard, leaking against the mattress, but I don’t care. I could stay here all day, making him fall apart with just my mouth. I wonder if I can persuade him to sit on my face later.
We’re so lost in each other that we don’t hear the front door open. Don’t register the sound of heels clicking on hardwood. Don’t notice anything until a shrill scream cuts through the air like a knife.
I react on instinct, my body moving to shield Wyatt, one arm thrown across his chest as we both whip around toward the sound.
Alyssa stands frozen in the doorway, her face a mask of shock and disgust. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, her expensive purse dangling forgotten from her fingers.
“What thefuck?” she finally manages.
Wyatt recovers first, grabbing the sheet and pulling it over us, though it does little to hide what we were just doing. I stay where I am, half covering his body with my own, eyes locked on Alyssa in case she decides to do something stupid.
“What are you doing here?” Wyatt asks, remarkably composed given the circumstances.
“I came to check on you!” Alyssa’s shock gives way to anger, her face flushing an ugly red. “You seemed sick last night, and your parents were worried, so I thought—” She stops, gesturing wildly at us. “This is fucking disgusting, Wyatt. Your bodyguard? Really? Is this why you broke up with me? Because you’re what, gay now?”
I feel Wyatt tense beneath me, but when he speaks, his voice is calm. “First of all, we broke up because you fucked my friend. Let’s not rewrite history.”
Alyssa’s mouth snaps shut, then opens again. “That was a mistake. One mistake. This—” she gestures at us again, “—this is perversion. Your father will have him fired when he finds out.”
“My father won’t find out from you,” Wyatt says, his tone shifting from calm to dangerous.
Alyssa snorts. “He’s using you, Wyatt. For your money, for your connections. That’s all anyone wants from you.”
I start to rise, anger burning through me, but Wyatt’s hand on my arm stops me.
“You don’t know shit about Gray,” he says, voice steady. “Or me, for that matter. You never did. And you’re projecting so hard right now it’s actually pathetic. You used me for my family’s connections, remember? That’s why you showed up at dinner last night, batting your eyelashes at my dad.”
Alyssa’s face contorts with rage. “You’re making a huge mistake. This—whatever this is—it won’t last. And when it falls apart, you’ll come crawling back to me, and I’ll make sure everyone knows what a desperate little faggot you are.”
The slur makes my blood boil. I’m halfway out of the bed before I realize I’m moving, but Wyatt’s grip on my arm tightens.
