Page 163 of Lucky 14

“You think you’re in control?” I trace my fingers down his forehead and press him back gently.

“Please,” Wyatt grunts, looking hungrily at me.

“Please, what?”

“Let me eat.” His growl is primal.

“No.” The denial is hard, but the anger in his eyes is worth it. Wyatt is angry, but still, he listens.

“Pitiful boy.” I grin down at him. “Begging for my cunt. Now play with yourself.”

Wyatt’s gaze flutters, and I see his shoulder moving as he jerks. His huge body is submitting to me, giving me all the control.

So I’ll reward him.

“Last chance for your pants.”

He just looks up at me, eyes almost fully black. He wants this. He’s fully invested.

And so, I step so I’m over his chest and piss on him. As soon as I do, Wyatt groans, throwing his head back. The veins on his neck stand out, and his eyelids flutter, his breath coming quickly. It makes my own breathing pick up, his enjoyment sending tingles up my spine as goosebumps break out on my skin.

“I own you.” The words feel true as I mark him as mine in the most primal way. Wyatt is mine.

Wyatt jerks himself harder as the liquid slides down his sculpted chest and onto his dick. That’s when he groans, and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Eyes,” I bark.

Immediately, they open, and Wyatt’s looking at me, pleasure glazing his expression. And then he’s groaning, and he comes, shooting all over his hand. My cheeks are hot, and I can feel my heartbeat in my ears.

Wyatt leans over, keeping his gaze on me, and kisses my inner thigh. His scruff tickles as he kisses and licks and worships my skin. It sends tingles up my arms.

“Please,” he says.

“Please?” My voice is hoarse.

“Let me eat.”

Wyatt nips my skin. “Please.” He looks up at me with pupils so blown that his eyes look black. There’s a breath in time where we just hover there, suspended, the tension between us burning like a live wire.

Then, it snaps. Both of us move toward each other at the same time. Wyatt’s mouth collides with my pussy, adjusting to suck my clit with fervor. He pulls it into his mouth, the pulsing sensation shooting pleasure through me. He keeps at it, breathing heavily, maintaining a steady pace. One hand is on my thigh, and the other grips my ass, squeezing to the point of pain, which just adds to the swirling in my head. Wyatt eats me like a man starved, and I let him. I lean into it, letting go of everything else, just focusing on this moment. This moment where he’s making my body sing with pleasure and overstimulation. It ramps up to the point where all I can feel is him sucking and pulling on my sensitive flesh.

I try to pull away; it’s buzzing around in my head so much I don’t know if I can take it. Wyatt doesn’t let me; he just pulls me closer, fingers digging into my flesh.

When I come, it’s explosive. The waves of pleasure wash over me in overwhelming ecstasy. After the first huge waves come the smaller ones, leaving my head buzzing and my body alive. My body that’s starting to feel like jello.

There’s a tugging, and I realize Wyatt is pulling me down. I fold into his lap, and he wraps me up in his arms, both of us covered in sweat and piss. And somehow, it feels appropriate for…this. Our relationship has never been sparkly and pretty. I don’t want it to be.

We lay there for a while, the birds singing around us. This was perfect… The only thing missing is the loving, nervous Oakley.

Wyatt strokes my hair. “What’s Oakley doing?”

I glance at him. How in the fuck is he reading my mind? If he can read my mind, I’m so screwed. Although I’m beginning to think I’m screwed anyway.

Wyatt just smiles softly. “If you need moral support while you yell at him, I’m here.”

I snort. I don’t need to yell. I just needed space to process the disappointment. I can see past the disappointment now. Now I see…other things.

“Or I can hold him while you remind him that no one takes Fourteen,” Wyatt’s tone is suggestive.