Page 106 of Interference

“Yeah, sorry. I…” I laughed as heat rushed into my face. “The…” I nodded downward. “Metal.”

I had a flash of worry that I’d make him self-conscious or something, but he laughed and relaxed.

“Right. Yeah, it can be cold.” His brow pinched. “Do you want me to take it off?”

“No, of course not. Just caught me by surprise.” I pulled down and kissed him. “Kind of like everything else tonight.”

He grinned. “You too, huh?”

“Just a bit.”

We both laughed, but then we were kissing again, making out more languidly than we’d had before. Earlier, it had been all hunger and lust. Now, we tasted each other. Explored lazily.

And holy fucking hell, that turned me on. I still wasn’t sure where I’d found the nerve to kiss him on the couch, but thank God I had, because whoa, it had paid off.

Wyatt touched his forehead to mine. “Just so you know,” he purred, “you’re hot already, but now that I’ve seen you with your pants off?” He dusted a kiss across my lips. “You have the most gorgeous ass.”

I bit my lip. “Any chance you want to fuck it?”

His low groan and full-body shiver made my toes curl. “You feel like bottoming?”

“I fucking love bottoming,” I growled. “And it’s been way too long.”

Wyatt groaned again, then bit my shoulder. “Fuck yeah. Where are the condoms?”

I nodded toward my nightstand.

“Perfect,” he murmured, and kissed the spot he’d bitten. Then he leaned away and found my condoms and lube.

Watching him put on the condom had me so keyed up I could barely breathe. Yes, yes, please, yes—I wanted to get dicked down so bad I was ready to come unglued.

He slid up next to me again, and as he slicked up his fingers, he met my gaze. “When you say it’s been too long…” He raised his eyebrows.

The answer to that was “pre-Simon,” but I didn’t want to talk about him in bed with Wyatt. So, I went with an incomplete truth: “It’s been more than a year.”

He nodded, and the corners of his mouth curled up. “So that just means I get to tease you even longer.” He leaned in to kiss me. “Make sure you’re ready for me.”

I was out of breath when our lips met. Then he was doing exactly as he’d promised—gently and slowly teasing me open—and I was out of thoughts. I’d used toys in the past, especially over the past year, but I wasn’t about to give him a reason to stop driving me wild like this. As much as I wanted his cock in me, this was… oh, fuck, this was sexy. He’d spent all that time turning me on with his mouth, and now he was fingering me right to the edge of oblivion while we made out, and—

“I can’t fucking wait anymore,” he growled, sliding his fingers free. “I want you so bad. Right now.”

I nodded, licking my swollen lips. “Yeah. Fuck me.”

He dropped another kiss on my mouth. Then he rolled onto his back beside me, and as he stroked some lube onto his dick, he said, “Get on top. I want to watch you ride me.”

Oh, hell yeah.

I did as I was told, straddling him and letting him guide me down onto him. As soon as the head of his cock pressed against me, my breath was gone again, and I moaned softly as I took him deeper. Oh, fuck, I’d missed this. Missed the stretch. The slide. The bliss. Wyatt had an average dick, same as me, but his may as well have been designed for the express purpose of fucking me. He was just… perfect. Not too much. More than enough. God, yeah.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, sliding his palms up my abs as I slowly rode him. “You are… so hot.”

I’d forgotten how to speak. All I could do was move. Feel him. Stare at him. Drink in the sight of his naked body and the wide-eyed ecstasy on his face. A few dark curls tumbled over his forehead, the rest splaying on my pillow, and he stared down at me—at us—as if he were completely hypnotized. I sure was. My view from here was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I picked up some speed on his cock just to make him gasp and tremble some more.

I loved the way he felt inside me. I loved the way he looked, laid out on the bed below me. And I loved the way he gazed up at me like I was the only thing in his universe. Had I ever felt this wanted in bed? If I had, I couldn’t remember, and I loved it now.

“W-wait.” The word sent a bolt of panic through me, but before I could ask if he was all right, he tapped my hip and panted, “Turn around. So I can fuck you from behind.”

I bit my lip. “Promise you’ll do it hard?”

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