Page 52 of Twisted Lies

His hands stroke my thighs as I squirm and stretch under his touch. His finger trails along my slit, and a chill shakes me as I moan. Wyatt watches my eyes as my chest rises and my breathing fills the car. His finger gently parts me, and I reach out, grabbing hold of the door. His touch is charged after a slow burn. I arch my back, wanting so much more.

His finger slips deeper into me, and I move my body against him. Feeling free and wild, I show Wyatt how much I need him as I move my hips. He slips another finger in me, and I buck against his finger until I shudder. A long, low hiss leaves my lips as I tighten my eyes. I cling to his arm as I cum.

“I want you here,” I whisper, dragging my hand over his hard bulge, “I want to feel you in me.”

His mouth lowers as he lifts up my T-shirt. Placing his mouth over my bra, Wyatt sucks at the thin nylon fabric. His lips pull and release the hard nipple underneath until my hips rock against his hand, soaking it until it glistens.

Wyatt doesn’t rush. He lingers over my aching nipple, sometimes sucking hard and sometimes swirling his tongue in tight circles. He grabs the belt buckle of his jeans, and I wonder if he has a condom somewhere in the car.

“I’m on the pill,” I offer.

“For how long?” he asks.

I’m silent. I want to scream in frustration and demand we find a twenty-four-hour quick mart with a rack full of condoms behind the counter. Even if we have to drive for miles. Wyatt moves his hand away; he won’t dare unfasten his belt. He won’t risk it. I cuddle next to him, wanting him even more for looking out for both of us. It’s right then that I know I’ve fallen for him when I realize how much he cares about me.

“We could do something else,” I whisper, unzipping his fly, but he stops my hand and squeezes it tight.

“No we can’t. Because once we start, I won’t be able to stop.” He won’t look me in the eye. “We should go back.”

Wyatt starts the car as I pull on my clothes, feeling defeated. It’s not everything I wanted, but I won’t push him. He’s trying to do the right thing for me, and that means so much more.

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