I blink. “What?”
“A condom. They were in my wallet, and I was… I was so gone, I didn’t… I couldn’t… I fucked up.”
My mouth opens to answer, closes, and then I take a breath. I wasn’t thinking about protection either, but the way this man is destroyed over not protectingme.Not us. Me.
“Wyatt,” I say, and push my fingers from one hand into his hair. “I have an IUD. It’s okay.”
His eyelids flutter, but some of the focus comes back, hishands finding the outside of my thighs. “It isn’t.”
“Yes, it is,” I nod, sweeping my thumb across his cheek. “Have you ever been tested?”
He nods, his breathing calming as I play with his hair. “Yeah. My physical for work. It came back fine. I haven’t slept with anyone since.”
“See? It’s okay. I haven’t been with anyone since my last one either,” I tell him, ensuring he knows he’s safe from anything on my end as well. “No pregnancy, no STDs. But all the pleasure.”
A half smile graces his lips, and I breathe out slowly, knowing that the worst of his panic is over. There’s still an edge of darkness in his eyes, and I have to wonder if he’s still not convinced he didn’t protect me.
“Besides,” I add, leaning in to place a kiss to his lips. “I’m loving the way it feels as your cum slides out of me. It’s making me want to do this all over again.”
Some of the shadows disappear at that, and he leans in to press a kiss between my breasts. A hand slips between my thighs, causing me to softly gasp when he drags his fingers up my flesh, capturing the cum moving down my leg. At first, I think he’s just cleaning me, but then his fingers are at my entrance, and he’s pushing past it, filling me back up.
It’s hot as fuck.
“We’re going to do it again, but I’m going to need a minute,” he says, withdrawing his fingers. Then he wraps his arms around me, lifting me into the air. “First, let’s get you cleaned up. Then you can show me those toys.”
“And then you’ll fuck me again?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist.
In answer, he gives my ass a light smack on the way to the bathroom, and I gasp in response, the flicker of heat that nevertotally went out roaring to life as my right cheek stings.
“You can bet your ass then I’ll fuck you again.”
Chapter 44
Wyatt
Whenthebathroomdooropens, it steals my breath with it. Bryn stands in the doorway, hand stretched out above her head along the frame, every curve proudly on display. There’s nothing timid or shy about her. My girl is full of sexy confidence that has my dick thickening at the sight.
She kicked me out fifteen minutes ago after a long, hot shower together. I tried to refuse, but she promised me something spectacular if I left the room. Begrudgingly, I got out of the shower alone, wrapped a towel around my waist alone, watched her for another two minutes through the glass wall before she gave me shit, and finally landed myself on the end of her bed, still clad in my towel, alone.
It might have been worth it just to see her standing there like this. Commanding the room, even if it’s just the two of us in here. It makes me think of how, if she’d enjoyed it, she probably would have won many titles as a pageant girl.
“Wow,” I breathe out, running a hand down the side of my face. “You are exquisite.”
The way her head lifts a fraction tells me she likes the compliment.
On her tiptoes, she slowly strides towards me, a swish in her hips that has me biting my lip, my dick unhappy he’s confined by the towel. When she reaches me, she leans over, pressing a singlekiss to my lips before she straightens.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, stud.”
Like I fucking could. They roam over her as she moves around the side of the bed, my whole body turning to watch as she goes to her nightstand. A whimper escapes me when she bends over, giving me a beautiful view of that tight ass and sweet pussy, still wet from the shower.
No. No, not wet from the shower. Wet from arousal.
Bryn knows what she’s doing, rocking her hips side to side, taunting me with that ass. Practically begging me to come over there to sink my cock deep inside that hot cunt to make her come again.
My focus is reveling over where to look between her two teasing holes, when I hear a drawer open, her arms reaching for something inside before the thing closes again. Then with excruciating slowness that I want to stop altogether, she stands back up. Not that this view is anything to balk at, with those round cheeks begging to be within my grasp.
She casts a look over her shoulder at me. “Come here.”
