Before he can question my statement, the party is in full swing, everyone making toasts to Wyatt and ordering shots.
Driving home, Wyatt’s hand travels further up my leg than it did at the restaurant.
“Why the fuck are there shorts under this thing?” he questions, snapping the pair of spandex under my denim skort against my thigh.
“It’s not like they’re preventing much. My ass cheeks still hang out of them.” I roll my eyes.
A wicked lopsided grin takes over his face. “Trust me, I know.”
“There’s nothing under them though. Just one zipper, one button, and you have all the access you want.”
Leaning back on the seat of his truck, I pop the button and flick the zipper, spreading my legs far enough for his hand to fit inside.
“Are we being greedy?” he asks like he doesn’t know I’m desperate for his hands to be on my body from his teasing all fucking night.
“I’m soaked for you, Officer Keaton. Feel for yourself.” Grabbing his hand, I slip his fingers under the material of my waistband.
“Fuck. That’s the sexiest fucking thing.” He bites his bottom lip but lets his fingers roam.
The truck drifts between the yellow and white line. “Aren’t you supposed to uphold the law about distracted driving?” I giggle.
“I’m morally obligated to not ignore your needs. It’s really a lose-win situation for me.” His fingers slip inside me.
“Oh God. You need to hurry up and drive. I’ve been tortured enough tonight.” I start to grind into his hand.
The truck picks up speed, and his eyes go back to the road, but it doesn’t stop him from pleasuring me while he does it.
By the time he parks in the driveway, I’m desperate for an orgasm. Both of us are needy and rush out of the truck into the garage, not paying any attention to Ripp who turns down toward the tiny house.
As soon as the garage door is back down, our hands and mouths are on each other.
“I have an idea. Do you trust me?” he asks.
“One hundred percent. I love ideas.” I wink.
He tugs me over to his gym and gets out the resistance bands.
“Are we exercising? Not really the vibe I had for right now.” I follow him around the space.
“We’ll be working out, trust me.” He stops at his weight area, tapping the weight bench. “Stand up here, and hold the pull up bar over the top.”
I climb up and do as he says, when he also climbs up with the resistance bands, facing me.
“Are you going to tie me to this pull up bar?” I whisper, letting my smile show him how absolutely ready I am for this.
“Sure am.” He reaches up, winding the bands around my hands and the bar, tugging tight when he thinks it’s set. Heruns his finger along my left ring finger. “That tan line faded, Goddess. Knew you were destined to fall for me.”
“I can’t see it,” I say. Standing on my tip toes isn’t giving me the view I need to see my fingers. But I know it’s gone. It’s gone from all our running together.
“Good thing that lifting you up is my next step.” He pulls my skirt down my legs and tosses it off to the side, sliding down the weight bench and slipping under my knees so they rest on his shoulders. The position lifts me up over the bar, my pussy hitting right at his face, and suddenly I see his vision.
And I’m all for it.
This plan worked better than I could have even imagined. My face lines up perfectly with her body.
Grasping her ass cheeks in my hand, I lift her a little higher, holding her so she’s sitting on my face.
“How many licks this time, Goddess?” I ask her.
