Page 56 of Tempting Wyatt (Triple Creek Ranch #1)
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
ivy
I’M TREMBLING ON HIS KITCHEN TABLE when Wyatt pulls out of me.
This is the moment of truth.
The awkward part no one writes about in the sex scenes or shows in the movies. I’m leaking his come, my legs are too weak to climb down. He tucks his cock back into his black boxer briefs. The weight of what we just did settles over us.
I try to regain my composure, but all I can do is stare at the surprisingly modern light fixture above me.
“Hang tight,” Wyatt tells me, like I have a choice.
In the next moment, I feel a warm, wet washcloth at my center. A sound of pleasure escapes my lips because the soothing sensation is teasing my still-sensitive, swollen clit.
“Feel good?”
I don’t trust my brain yet to form words, much less coherent sentences. “Mmhmm,” is all I can manage.
Wyatt cleans me thoroughly, then places a gentle kiss on my center.
I twitch on the table.
“Sensitive?” He glances up at my face.
I nod.
Whatever he sees must tell him I’m still needy.
He kisses my pussy again—with tongue this time. Every cell in my body ignites. His hands grip my inner thighs. He places open-mouthed kisses along my groin, and then his tongue dances all around my clit until I’m crying out.
It’s too much and not enough, all at once.
“My cum inside you making you crazy, baby?”
All that escapes me is a whimper.
“Let’s see what we can do about that.”
He lifts me into his arms like I’m a bride, and the wooden walls blur by as he carries me to his bedroom.
He sets me down gently, then flips my body over so I’m on all fours.
He presses my shoulders until I’m face down, ass up in the air.
Standing at the foot of the bed behind me, he drifts his warm palm lower to cover my ass.
His thumb slides from my clit to my puckered flesh, and I tremble at his touch.
“Oh, sweet girl. You’re still dripping wet for me.” A growly sound escapes his chest. “I want both of these sweet holes, Ivy. Would you let me take your tight little ass, angel?”
I only whimper. I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. I’m helpless in the most delicious way possible. Knowing how vulnerable and open I am to him, the view he must see—it’s erotic and terrifying, all at once.
A million insecurities threaten to crash over me.
But Wyatt is fucking wild, no longer a man concerned with such things, an animal taking what he wants.
His warm, wet tongue slides from my pussy to my ass, and I nearly collapse. He grips my waist and pulls me up higher.
“Don’t hide from me, sweetness. You taste perfect everywhere.”
He licks me again, roughly, thoroughly. Clit to ass and back again. I close my eyes and mewl like a kitten. I don’t know what’s coming, but I know it’s going to be more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. No man has ever handled me this way.
My rugged rancher is a dirty, filthy man. And, oh, how I love it. My body loves it. Loves him.
My knees shake beneath me. This man is turning me to mush.
The sensation changes as his thumb presses at my forbidden entrance while his dick slides up and down my slit, hardening with each pass. More noises escape me as his thumb and cock enter my body simultaneously.
I’m so full. It’s all I can think as he plunges into both holes in tandem.
So full. Never been so full. Oh my God.
He chuckles darkly, and I realize I said every thought out loud.
Heat flares beneath my skin, an inferno igniting up my spine. His thumb presses all the way inside my tightest hole, and I cry out in pleasure and pain.
“You can take it. You’re taking it so well, baby.”
My walls clench and flutter around him at the praise. He doesn’t miss a beat.
“So fucking perfect. So fucking tight.”
When I start to come, he’s the one who cries out like an animal yelling out a battle cry.
He retracts his thumb and grips my hips with both hands, suddenly slamming his dick into me harder and faster than before.
His powerful thighs would drive me across this mattress if he wasn’t holding on so tightly.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck. I’m coming in that tight pussy again. Perfect fucking cunt, taking my big dick so well. Perfect fucking girl.”
Each word is punctuated with the impact of his powerful thrusts. His body slaps hard against mine until he’s spent inside me. His hot, thick pleasure spills down my thighs.
He releases me, pulling out slowly, and I collapse, face down into the comforter, inhaling the scent of him.
I can only breathe and blink and exist in this moment.
Wyatt leans over my back, moves my hair to the side, and kisses the back of my shoulder. When his teeth scrape my skin, I shiver.
“I’m going to go clean up, baby. Join me in the shower when you’re ready, and I’ll take care of you.” He places a light, playful smack on my ass.
Making a noncommittal sound, I lie there and let my mind process everything that’s transpired since I woke up today. I hear the rush of the shower water turning on and try to recall ever experiencing anything as intense as this.
I haven’t.
A quiet voice inside my head says I probably never will again.
A tear falls down my cheek, then another. I’m so thankful Wyatt isn’t here to witness my breakdown. I’m not particularly emotional after sex. Or I wasn’t before.
But this is something else. This isn’t just a quickie to get each other off, like I’m used to. And if I’m being honest, none of the guys I’ve dated and slept with ever cared much if they got me off at all.
Wyatt Logan makes a competitive Olympic sport out of it, like he’s going for the gold every time.
I wipe my eyes and stand up slowly, knowing the lack of blood flow to my brain might make me lightheaded.
It does.
I steady myself and blink the stars from my vision.
Overwhelmed by all the emotions in my system, I’m tempted to get dressed and make my escape.
But Wyatt’s promise rings in my ears. “Join me in the shower when you’re ready, and I’ll take care of you.”
I’d be a psychopath not to take him up on that. Plus, it’s Wyatt, naked, wet in the shower. No living, breathing woman could walk away from that.
Inhaling all my courage and gathering as much strength in my limbs as possible, I make my way to the shower. Where I let Wyatt Logan take care of me.