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“Like?”
“Should we use protection?”
“Shit.” I groan, my head falling deeper into the mattress. “How could I be so fucking careless?” Sitting up onto my elbows, fear is written all over his face, and I quickly correct myself, “I just mean that I’m normally more careful and have the same conversation before doing anything. I was tested a few months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Why do I find that hard to believe?”
“I’ve been on deadline after deadline. No time to date, much less get laid… Not that I think that’s what this is.”
“And what about birth control?”
I reach to my upper arm and tap. “Implant. I’m good for another two years.”
“I still think we should use a condom, if that’s all right?”
“Of course.”
Wyatt goes to the bathroom and brings back a familiar foil square. He tosses it onto the bed beside me, then leans in, his nose brushing mine. “You have no idea how badly I’d love to sink inside you bare, but we should be safe.”
“It’s fine,” I assure him, then tilt my chin until our lips touch. Even with how comfortable I am with him, I want both of us to be all right with this.
Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him closer, and his cock presses against my sensitive clit. As he slides his hard length against me, I gasp at the delicious pressure. He could be naturally good in bed or stealing his ideas from romance books he’s read, but truthfully, I shouldn’t care. This is the best sex I’ve ever had, and he hasn’t even been inside me yet.
“More,” I moan, kissing him harder as I dig my heels into his firm ass. He continues for three long thrusts against my clit, but on the fourth, his cock accidentally slips inside me, only an inch. We both freeze.
Pulling out, his wet tip rests just above my belly button, and a whine escapes me, missing how good it felt. Frantically feeling for the condom on the bedspread, he stops me. “Sloane,” he says quietly as he rests his forehead against mine. “I’ve got it.”
Wyatt climbs off the bed and searches for the rogue rubber, finding it hiding under my hip. He rips the foil with his teeth and slides the condom onto his shaft, tugging to ensure it’s secure. Crawling back onto the bed, he takes his time, kissing up one of my legs until he reaches my center, flicking his tongue against my aching clit. I’m desperate for more and try to guide him up to me. He huffs out a small laugh and continues his sweet kisses up my stomach, then playfully nips at the underside of my breast. Once his lips are back on mine, I lock my heels behind his knees and shift him onto his back.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing,” I reply sweetly. Gripping the base of his cock, I line myself up and slide onto him. It takes me longer to adjust than I thought it would, but I don’t stop until he’s completely buried inside me.
“Fuck, that doesn’t seem like nothing.” Wyatt grabs hold of my hips as he thrusts deeper, adding extra pressure to my clit. Rocking me back and forth, he groans, “You feel too fucking good. If I don’t last long, I promise to make it up to you.”
I’ve never been one to turn down a challenge. I meet his rhythm, selfishly chasing my own orgasm, even knowing he’ll likely come before I do. As the slaps of our bodies colliding fill the room, he cups the back of my neck and pulls me to him.
His kisses match our movements, and he moans, “Just like that. I can feel you tightening around me. I know you’re close, but wait for me.”
Wyatt’s right; I’m right on the edge. One tweak of a nipple and I’ll shatter, but I don’t wait for him, craving release. It only takes a few more bounces on his cock before I fall apart, and he swallows my screams as he fucks me through the orgasm.
My vision blurs worse than it did when he had his tongue on my clit. The world feels like it’s spinning. I’m unable to tell if he’s thicker or if I’m just tighter, but as each wave of ecstasy rolls through me, I do my best to concentrate. Just as he said he was going to ensure I never wanted to be touched by another man, I want to ruin him.
Sliding off of him, he grits out, “You’re definitely not a good girl.”
“Who? Me?” I tease as innocently as I can muster.
Moving down his body, I remove the condom and toss it to the floor to deal with later. I keep eye contact as I lick up his shaft, and his eyes roll back.
“Fuck my throat. I can take it. No gag reflex.”
“Fucking hell, Sloane! You can’t tell a man that.”
“I’m not telling just any man. I’m telling you. Do it.”
I wrap my lips around him, taking his thick cock deep until my bottom lip touches his balls. He moans several swears but doesn’t guide me. Instead, he brushes my hair away from my face and praises, “Your tongue is perfection.”
I continue the same pace, sliding my mouth up and down his length until he thickens against my tongue. His breath quickens, and when I gently tug on his balls, hot spurts of his release slip down my throat. Pride washes over me as I take him deep, massaging with my tongue until I’ve taken every last drop.
