Page 31 of Wyatt (The Black Roses MC #5)

Chapter fourteen

Maizie

I wanted to ask Wyatt to stay. So bad. But we haven’t talked with Colby, and aside from him claiming me as his last night, we haven’t really spoken about where this is going.

It’s so strange, feeling like we’re starting something new in the middle of something we already have.

I guess that’s what it means when you finally let down your walls with your friend whom you’ve had feelings for and discover he feels the same.

It’s new, but not. Exciting yet comfortable, while at the same time all-consuming.

At least that’s how I felt all day. Watching him with Colby at the lake, the kiss at the truck, the fact that he saw how tired I was and took it upon himself to order dinner and give me a break to shower the lake off me, it meant everything to me.

Though that last thing he would have done even if we hadn’t spent the night tangled with each other, because that’s who Wyatt is.

He sees what needs to be handled and takes it upon himself to do it.

When he left before Colby went to bed, I wanted to grab him, kiss him, and tell him to stay.

Stay with me. Stay with us. Considering I was so scared just a day ago about starting something with the biker, and now I can’t imagine not having him here, this is a new and strange feeling.

But that’s what Wyatt does for me. He takes my fear and soothes it. Listens to my doubts and reassures me.

And when he texted and said he didn’t like being in bed alone, the decision was easy to ask him to come back.

He pulls up on his bike, and I’m waiting for him on the front porch so he doesn’t have to knock. I don’t think for a second that he would wake Colby—I’m not sure a meteor hitting the neighborhood could at this point—but I didn’t want to chance it.

In a few long strides, Wyatt crosses the driveway to the porch, taking the steps two at a time. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me against him, kissing me so thoroughly it feels like we haven’t seen each other in weeks instead of just hours.

“God, I have been dying to do that all day,” he says, breaking the kiss and pulling me upright from where I was bent slightly backward.

I slide my hands under his shirt and grab his belt buckle before I take a step back and pull him toward the house.

“You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you today.” I remember the way my mouth watered when he took his shirt off and was wearing nothing but a pair of dark-blue swim trunks when he got in the lake to play with Colby.

The shorts fell low on his hips, and I kept imagining running my tongue over the line of muscle that pointed to his cock.

“I want to taste you tonight,” I tell him and watch his expression darken with lust.

We walk through the door, and he grabs my wrist, yanking my body to his and taking my mouth in another deep kiss. “Fuck, baby. I can’t get enough of your mouth. You want it filled with my cock?”

“Yes,” I hiss out. This isn’t something I ever craved to do with any other man other than Wyatt.

Not to say I haven’t given a blow job before, but it was more of a tit-for-tat thing.

But with Wyatt, I’m desperate to have my mouth stretch around his hard length.

I need to bring him to the point of blinding pleasure like he did to me last night, over and over.

He grabs my tits in his hands, squeezing and molding my flesh. “I want to fuck your tits, baby. And I want you to lick the head of my dick while I do.”

I moan, rubbing myself against him as he pinches my nipples through my thin shirt.

We hurry to the bedroom, and as soon as I close the door, Wyatt presses against my back, trapping me between his body and the wood. His hand dives into my panties and instantly finds my clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen bud.

“Fuck, you’re so wet thinking about my cock in your mouth, aren’t you?”

I whimper in response.

“I’m going to fill your tight pussy and make you come so fucking hard you’ll feel me for days.”

Another whimper is followed by a long moan when he fills me with two of his thick fingers.

“But first,” he says, pulling away and ripping my panties down my legs, “you’re going to get on your bed and kneel.

” I shakily lift one foot, then the other, so he can free them from my body.

He spins me around and yanks the shirt over my head.

Wyatt steps back and removes his cut, laying it on my chair, then toes off his boots before pulling his own shirt off.

“Get on the bed, Maizie,” he commands, and a shiver runs down my spine.

When I walk to the edge of the mattress, I lean over and start to crawl to the head of the bed.

Wyatt grabs my hips, stopping me, and buries his face in my pussy from behind.

I throw my head back, desperately wanting to cry out.

But I keep as quiet as possible, which is no easy feat when his tongue circles the tight pucker that no one has ever touched.

“Fuck, baby, every part of you is delicious.” His tongue circles me a few more times, and my arms strain while trying to keep myself upright.

He stands, and I turn to watch him undo his belt. His pants drop to the floor, followed by his boxers.

“Where are you supposed to be?” he asks, jolting me out of my momentary daze while I watch him stroke his hard length.

I crawl to the head of my bed and face him, kneeling before him like he asked. His knees meet the mattress facing me, then he turns around and lies back. “Come here.” He grabs the back of my thighs and guides me until I’m kneeling over his mouth. “Sit.”

“Wh-what?” I ask, slightly confused.

“Sit on my face. I’m going to eat this perfect pussy while you lean forward and swallow my cock.”

Holy shit, this man’s mouth is absolutely sinful, and I love it.

I lower myself an inch, afraid to put too much weight on him. But that’s not good enough for Wyatt.

“I said sit, Maizie.” He grabs my hips and pulls me down, taking the choice away from me.

His face is buried underneath me, and he starts to fucking feast. His tongue slides into me and swirls before finding my clit.

He grazes it with his teeth, then sucks, slow and deliberate.

Every nerve ending in my body is lit up as I lean forward and lift his heavy length from where it rests against his stomach.

My mouth slides over the head and Wyatt groans, the vibrations running over my clit.

Jesus, he’s so much better than any toy I’ve ever used.

I slide his hardness deeper into my mouth and begin bobbing my head up and down, taking him as far to the back of my throat as I can manage.

My hand is tight around the base, and I pop my mouth off him so I can run my tongue over his length, swirling it around the head a few times, then put him back in my mouth and repeat the motions all over again.

Wyatt never ceases his licks, and I can’t help but rock my hips back and forth over his supremely talented mouth.

I lift my head. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” I say, stroking him as his arms band around my waist and he pulls me tighter against his mouth.

When he sucks on my clit once again and moans, I fucking detonate.

The orgasm is so intense I nearly collapse, but Wyatt keeps me steady as I come on his face, lapping at every last drop as though he isn’t willing to waste a single thing.

I fall over, a satiated mess of limbs, and Wyatt sits up, grabbing my thighs and spreading me wide.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He aligns himself with my entrance, and in one deep thrust, he’s seated fully inside of me.

My back arches off the bed as Wyatt begins pumping into me with my legs draped over his arms.

“Goddamn, your pussy is so good. I’m never going to get enough of this.” Sweat drips down his brow as he moans words of praise. “Just like that,” he says. “Your cunt was made for me. You take me so fucking good, baby.”

He thrusts—over and over. His eyes dart between where we’re connected and my own stare.

“Play with your tits, baby. Show me what you like.”

I take my breasts in my hands and pinch my nipples, making them harden into tight points.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “You look good like that.”

“I’m going to come,” I cry, the sensations of my fingers and his cock so goddamn deep making it too much to hold back any longer.

My pussy clamps down around Wyatt’s shaft, and I feel him jerk inside of me, both of us reaching this intense climax together. He fills me as I tighten around him over and over again, each pulse sending fireworks shooting through my entire body.

When each of us is spent, Wyatt leans down and kisses me, his tongue gliding into my mouth, gently playing with mine. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine.

“I’m thoroughly addicted to you, Maizie. Every part of me belongs to you.”

“Me or my pussy?”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Smart-ass.”

He lifts up and removes himself from me, both of us groaning when he does.

“We’re a mess,” I say, looking at the sweat glistening across his chest and face. I’m sure I’m no better off as my damp skin begins to cool.

“Come on,” he says, standing from the bed and holding out his hand. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

I slide my palm into his, and he leads me into the bathroom, turning on the faucet for the tub. He dips his fingers beneath the stream to check the temperature, then presses the drain stopper so the tub can fill.

“Wow, I get all the special treatment today, don’t I?” I ask and shoot him a smile.

“You deserve nothing less, baby. You spend all your time taking care of one of my favorite people; it’s time someone takes care of you.”