I jerked at those words, as an orgasm rocketed through me. Wyatt groaned, cupping my breasts, thrusting up into me.
“Shit…shit, baby, I can’t—I wanna put you on your back and fuckin’ pound your pussy, Haven.” His breath caught as I moved erratically through the orgasm, shaking. “Please—please can I?—”
“Please—” I asked, my turn to beg now, more than ready?—
And hedid.
He pulled me into his chest, rolled us again—then he hitched my leg up and just started?—
It was nothing like before. Before was careful and controlled and deliberate. This was Wyatt with his discipline gone completely, his face buried in my neck, his hips snapping into mine, the headboard knocking against the wall, and every thrust knocked the air out of my lungs and I wanted more of it, all of it, I wanted him to wreck me.
"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, just like—harder?—"
He groaned against my neck and gave me harder.
The wet slap of skin, the creak of the bed, the sounds I was making that I had absolutely no control over—it was obscene and I was so far past caring that I wrapped my leg higher around his waist and tilted my hips up and felt him sink even deeper and cried out.
"Right there," I said. "Right there, don't stop?—"
“Fuck, I’mneverstopping, baby,” he said. “This pussy? This is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever fucking had, fuck, Haven—fuck, you’re so fuckin’ perfect?—”
His hand slid between us and his thumb found my clit and I arched so hard my shoulders came off the mattress. I reached up to grab the headboard, struggling to stay put, needing something to hold onto so I wouldn’t just fly off into space.
His hips snapped into mine. "Can't stop. Can't—" A groan, low and rough. "Been thinking about you since Saturday—couldn't?—"
"Tell me?—"
"Touched myself." Ragged. "Thinking about you. Felt like—like a bastard—but I didn't stop…fuck, touched myself thinking about this, about you ridin’ my cock just right?—"
"Good," I gasped.
"Haven—"
"Good—" I grabbed his jaw, turned his face to mine. "Look at me."
He looked at me.
His eyes were completely gone. Nothing held back. Nothing controlled or measured or careful.
Just Wyatt.
He kissed me again, moaning into my throat, then he buried himself deep and stayed there—hips stuttering, his whole body shaking. I came at just the idea that he was coming inside me, even with a condom—that I’d made him do this, that he was coming undone for me, that he’dtouched himselfthinking of me.
We lay like that for a while afterward. I wasn’t sure how long…just Wyatt inside of me, on top of me, his fingers still stroking gentle circles over my breast, my pussy clenching around his softening cock every so often.
He lifted his head.
His eyes were clearer now, coming back to himself. I watched him remember who he was and what he'd just done and I held very still and waited to see which version of him was going to show up.
If he was going to make me leave.
He pressed his forehead to mine. "Your car. Did you pull it around back?"
I nodded. “Yeah. As far as anyone else knows, I went home.”
“And your roommate?”
“I told her I needed to stay at the house tonight because a cow was having some trouble. She didn’t ask for details.”
