Page 51 of Full Split (Forbidden Goals #8)

Wyatt drops to his knees, yanking my pants down with him.

He nuzzles into my bulge while pulling my feet from the slacks and tossing them aside.

I shiver when his fingers scratch along the ticklish bottom of my feet when he removes my socks.

Then, with his eyes locked on mine, he pulls down the front of my boxer briefs, licks along the shaft of my silicone packer, then bites down gently to pull it out while removing my underwear.

He spits it out to the side, then immediately takes my dick into his mouth.

My knees nearly give out as his tongue rolls along the underside of my cock while he sucks me in long, slow pulls, fingers running up and down my thighs, over my ass, barely grazing over the neediest parts of me while he works me up until I’m panting.

My hands are gripping his hair, and my hips are rocking into his mouth, so fucking close to the edge already.

But it’s not enough for him. He pushes an arm between my legs and hikes it over his shoulder so he can get a good angle to dive nose first into my pussy and starts lapping at it hungrily.

His grunting and groaning as he moves back and forth from sucking my dick and tonguing my pussy are salacious.

Add to that the wet sounds of his fingers fucking into me, my own pants and moans, and the way he’s slurping up every drop of wetness he works out of me, and I’m done for.

It’s the dirty soundtrack that ultimately pulls me over the edge.

I come with a low moan, legs shaking so much I have to rely on his strong body to hold me up while he continues to make obscene sounds, slurping up everything I give him and trying to work more out of me.

“Wyatt…” I whine his name while pulling at his hair, trying to dislodge his mouth from my junk so I can breathe.

“Come on, baby, one more…”

“I’d rather come on your cock. Or have you come on mine…”

That gets his attention. His eyes flash with excitement. “Really?”

“You didn’t think I’d come on an overnight trip and not want to make it worth it, did you?”

“We didn’t check any bags. Weren’t you worried about security digging through your bags?”

I shrug. “Seems like a them problem.”

“I fucking love you.” He’s laughing and shaking his head, always amused at my lack of give-a-fuck.

He stands and lifts me over his shoulder like a fireman.

“I can walk, you know.”

“Well then I definitely haven’t done my job right.”

I snort, then shriek when I’m haphazardly thrown down on the bed.

“Take the rest off,” he says, working on the button to his slacks.

He says more, but I’m barely able to process what he’s saying, because he looks so goddamn mouthwatering right now.

His white shirt is unbuttoned, open to show off his deliciously muscled chest sprinkled with hair that I know now is as soft as it looks, and a waist that tapers down to his open fly.

Instead of doing whatever it is he was telling me, I crawl on my hands and knees over to where he’s standing at the end of the bed and lick his stomach, nipples, and down his happy trail.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Nope,” I say, resting back on my knees so I can use my hands to release his cock from the strict confines of his briefs. I blink up at him, feigning innocence as I stroke him in my fist. Keeping my eyes on his, I lean down and lick the drop of pre-cum from his crown.

Wyatt hisses. “I was saying,” he says as he tries to breathe through the sensation of me wrapping my lips around his head and sucking him into my mouth.

“That I’ll hang up the suits— mmpff —while you get— fuck —ready.

” I take him deeper, and he growls. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to have to settle for my mouth. ”

My hand snakes between his legs, over his balls, to push up into his crack. My middle finger finds his hole and taps against it.

“Yeah, okay,” he breathes out. “You can have that too.”

I release his cock with a wet pop and look up at him, while stroking and teasing his ass. “Well, why don’t we get this pretty little hole ready for me then?”

“Fuck. Yes please.” He seems to think a little more clearly once I’ve pulled away to remove the rest of my shirt and tie.

“Keep the tie on,” I tell him, tossing my shirt to him before walking to my overnight bag and pulling out my supplies. While I suit up, he arranges our suits on hangers and hooks them on the doorknob for the concierge to pick up tonight.

I’m admiring the way he stalks through the room in his dark grey underwear and blue paisley tie, when he stops short.

I swear I can see his eyes dilate from where I’m kneeling on the bed in nothing but the black harness, stroking my cock.

The friction of my hand working the bottom of the shaft feels so fucking good.

I’m already so sensitive, and I know we’ve only just started.

Wyatt slips his briefs off, thick cock bobbing.

For a long moment, we watch each other, stroking ourselves in tandem.

It reminds me of the hot tub. That night I tried to come off so sure of myself.

I was so nervous that Wyatt wouldn’t like what he saw, but since then he’s shown me all the ways he loves my body.

And the way he’s staring at me now, hungry and ready, is such a fucking turn on.

“You’re leaking for me,” I tell him, my voice raspy.

“You’re so goddamned sexy,” he says, placing one knee on the bed, then the other. He knee-walks over to me and takes the back of my head in one large hand, pulling my face to his for a deep, sloppy kiss. He still tastes like me.

I let out a whimper when his hand wraps around my cock and squeezes near the base. Linking my fingers through the loosened neck of his tie, I guide him down until his face is inches from my cock. Like a good boy, he takes the hint and opens wide so I can feed my dick into his mouth.

“That’s right, baby. Get me nice and wet.”

In the dresser mirror across from the bed, I get a frontal view of Wyatt bent over getting face-fucked while his ass is up in the air. His heavy balls swing between his legs while he bobs up and down on my dick.

I use the tie to yank his face back up to mine, kissing deeply before instructing him to lie back. “Let’s get you open and ready to take a cock in this sweet ass.”

The moment he’s lying down, I push his legs to his chest and tell him to hold himself open for me.

Then I dive down and eat his ass like I’m starving for it.

And I am. There’s nothing about this man that isn’t perfect, that isn’t delicious, that I don’t crave on a daily basis.

I always knew I’d be done for if I got even a piece of him, but I’m well and truly gone.

The more I get to know him, the more we do and experience with each other, the more it fortifies how much I love him.

I stroke and suck and fuck him with my tongue and then my fingers, working him open little by little until his ass is soft and pliant but the rest of him is tensing up to hold back his release.

“Niles, baby…” Wyatt pants. “I’m going to need you to hurry up and get inside me, because I can’t hold on much longer.”

“How do you want me?” I ask. We haven’t been able to do this much, so we’re still making our way through the positions.

“I want to watch,” he says, looking over at the mirror. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

Oh hell yes.

“Up on your knees,” I say, tapping him on the thigh. As much as I’ve been enjoying torturing him with my mouth, I’m suddenly in a very big hurry.

He gets on his hands and knees, adjusting himself so he’s at the perfect angle to see our reflection. Grabbing the lube, I fuck him with my fingers a little more, making sure he’s ready for me. Then I slick it over my cock, line up, and we both watch with rapt attention as I push into him slowly.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” Wyatt moans. “Fucking look at you, Niles. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Here I am, thinking the same thing.

I pull back a little, then thrust back in.

I watch Wyatt’s face in the mirror as he takes me, the way his mouth drops open and his eyes roll back.

In front of me, his back muscles ripple and his ass clenches every time my cock slides inside, disappearing into his body.

I love the little smack of my pelvis meeting his ass.

The way it sends a little jiggle over his cheeks.

I thrust a little harder just to see it more, and Wyatt groans. Oh, he likes that.

Emboldened, I pick up my pace a little.

“Yes, more ."

Bending over his body, I lick the sweat from his spine while reaching around his neck for the ends of the tie. Then, just like I pictured, I wrap the silk fabric around one hand.

“My dirty daddy wants it a little rough, does he?”

Wyatt’s groan is gravelly, almost like a warning growl. It sends a jolt of arousal right to my cock, and I buck into him a little harder. The way he grunts with each thrust only makes me harder, makes me ache with the need to come.

His head leans back as the tie tightens, and I keep pumping into him, leaning into the friction that’s driving me closer and closer to the edge.

I see Wyatt’s head roll to look back at the mirror, and he curses, his body tightening.

My head turns to look as well, and I suck in a breath at the sight.

We’re slick with sweat, skin glistening in the light from the room lamps.

Wyatt’s spine is curved with the pull from the tie.

His hands are white-knuckling the bedspread, holding on for dear life while I fuck him hard and fast. I’ve got one hand holding onto his hip, fingers digging into his flesh, the other fisted in the silk tie.

My abs ripple and my ass flexes with each thrust, and my pelvis is bouncing off Wyatt’s ass with a satisfying smack that fills the room.

That’s me . My reflection. I’m fucking the love of my life, my Wyatt, hard and fast, making his eyes roll back with my cock.

Fucking hell.

I want to throw this into overdrive, make him as feral as I’m feeling right now. And I know exactly what to say to make it happen…

“Tell me how much you like getting fucked with my cock, Daddy,” I grit out between panting breaths. I know how much he hates that he loves it, so I dig in a little deeper, putting more emphasis on that word he loves to hate. “Are you going to come all over my cock, Daddy ?”

There’s a feral growl, just as I expected, but he still takes me by surprise. The world suddenly tilts as Wyatt jerks away from me, twists, and pulls me down to the bed, flat on my back.

He covers me with his body and then enters me in one stroke.

I scream out, pleasure and the slightest twinge of pain exploding from the inside of my body.

Wyatt leans up, hooks his arms beneath my knees, and lifts my hips.

I cry out his name as his cock hits me in that elusive spot inside me, the one that makes me feel like a ticking time bomb.

“Jerk your cock, baby,” he says gruffly. “Come with me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I rasp.

He growls and picks up speed, driving into me so hard and fast I can barely get my hand around my cock. I shuttle my hand up and down my shaft like he told me, breath catching at the dual sensation of the friction on my dick and his cock hitting my spot so perfectly.

My orgasm starts at my core, right where his cock is inside me, and barrels through my body like a shockwave. It shoots down my limbs, every muscle tightening right down to my toes, and then back up as a second wave forces my mouth open wide in a silent scream.

“Fuck, baby!” Wyatt yells, fighting to keep his pace as his cock is drenched in my cum, dripping and squelching with each thrust.

I pull the dangling tie so he’s forced down to kiss me. He cries into my mouth as he finds his release, more cum squelching out the sides as he works us through the aftershocks.

He collapses on top of me, both of us panting and sweating profusely. My limbs are trembling from clenching so tight.

I protest when his weight is lifted off of me, but he gets up on his knees and removes the tie from around his neck. Once it’s released, he reaches for my hands and winds the silk around my wrists.

“What are you doing?” I ask coyly, because there’s no way he can keep going after that.

Can he?

Bending over me, he pulls my bound hands above my head and hooks them onto a little clip at the top of the mattress.

“Wha-what is that?”

“Just a little surprise I hid earlier when I brought the bags up.”

“You fucking sneak.”

“ Mmmhmm . I had a feeling you were going to bring out the worst in me, and I wanted to be prepared.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “What does that mean?”

He grins salaciously and holds up the little remote to the vibe that lives inside my cock. Except, I don’t remember bringing the button. What is he up to ?—

He pushes the button, and I cry out. While I’m trembling with the sensation of buzzing against my sensitive dick, he reaches down and strokes me with one hand. With his other hand, he swipes two fingers through the mess leaking out of me and brings it to his lips.

“Daddy’s hungry,” he says. “And you’re going to feed me all that sweet cream until my belly’s full and I’m ready to fill you up again.”

He disappears between my legs, and my eyes roll back.