Page 107 of Interference

Oh, hell. The fire in his eyes almost had me shooting cum all over his stomach.

Sliding his hands up my thighs, he rasped, “I’ll fuck you as hard as it takes to make you scream.”

I almost choked on a moan. As much as I didn’t want him out of me for even a second, I wanted what he was promising, so I lifted myself off him. He sucked in a breath as his cock slid out. I probably would’ve done the same if I could’ve breathed at all.

I shifted onto my hands and knees, and he got up behind me. As he situated himself, my bare foot grazed the cold metal of his prosthetic again, but it only made me jump a little this time. It did make me wonder if this position would be comfortable for him—if he’d have any issues with balance or leverage—but he wouldn’t have suggested it if it wouldn’t work for him. And anyway, those thoughts disintegrated as he pushed into me. If there were any challenges for him in this position, he didn’t let on—he just grabbed onto my hips and plowed into me, blanking my brain and sending me into the stratosphere.

“Oh God,” I murmured, almost sobbing with bliss. “Fuck, baby… Oh, fuck…”

His groan was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. He dug his fingers painfully hard into my hips as he slammed into me over and over again. The room blurred around me—had I ever been fucked this good? No idea, but I was sure being fucked this good now, and I wanted more, more, more.

I lost track of time. I lost track of everything. My whole world was sensation and hunger and Wyatt’s sharp gasps and low curses. The only thing I’d have changed in that moment was being able to see him, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open anyway, so whatever. I didn’t care what I saw, just what I felt, and what I felt was so spectacular I thought I might pass out, break down, or both.

“So good,” I heard myself moaning. “God, that’s… ungh. Yeah. Don’t stop.”

He groaned something I didn’t catch, gripping my hips even harder as he drove that perfect cock into me.

After I had no idea how long, he slurred, “Jesus Christ, you are so hot. I’m…” He shuddered hard, throwing his rhythm off for a couple of frantic strokes. “I’m gonna come. Then… Then I’m going to blow you.”

The only response I could manage was a strangled moan.

“You want that?” he demanded breathlessly. “You want to come in my mouth?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and let my head fall forward. He wanted me to think? To talk? Right now?

“Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me that’s what you—”

“Yes.” I gripped handfuls of sheets to anchor myself. “God, yes…”

That low, sexy groan gave me goose bumps, and he fucked into me for all he was worth. Oh, he was turned on by hearing me? That was what made him crazy?

“More, baby,” I pleaded. “Then get that mouth on my dick again.”

He gasped and shuddered. His rhythm fell apart, his thrusts turning erratic, and then he forced himself in so hard, he knocked me onto my forearms. His whole body trembled as he tried to push even deeper, and whimpered curses tumbled off his lips as he came.

With a harsh breath across my shoulder, he relaxed. I didn’t—I was so damn keyed up, so damn ready to lose my mind, I kept shaking, kept my death grip on fistfuls of sheets.

Wyatt dropped a soft kiss on my shoulder blade, and goose bumps instantly sprang up along the length of my spine. We both shivered as he pulled out, and I let my forehead rest on my arm. He was probably going to get rid of the condom, then come back and—

He flipped me onto my back. Before I knew which way was up, that mouth was on my dick. I didn’t even get a chance to suck in a startled breath before his fingers were in my ass, and… fuck. Just… fuck. Between his eager mouth and his talented fingers, I was on the edge of heaven.

“Wyatt…” I arched off the mattress and moaned. “Oh my God, that’s so good.”

He hummed around me at the same time he crooked his fingers inside me, and I almost lost it. Somehow, though, he kept me away from that edge. I was so close, so ready to explode, but he held me back just enough.

“Please make me come,” I begged. “Fuck, Wyatt, please… Please, I want to come so bad.”

He deep-throated me, then ran his tongue all the way up the length of my dick. My toes curled and my spine arched. I heard more pleas spilling off my lips, though I had no idea what I was actually saying.

He must’ve gotten the message, though. That, or he’d finally decided to have mercy on me, because he relented. I had no idea exactly what he did, only that one second, I was riding that delicious edge, and the next, I was crying out every curse I knew as I came on his tongue. He kept me going, too, stroking and teasing until I couldn’t take anymore. A second before I’d have begged him to stop, he did, and I sank back onto the mattress, panting and trembling.

Wyatt came up and kissed me softly. “Be right back.”

I just nodded. I was vaguely aware of the mattress shifting. Mostly, though, all I was good for was just lying there. For long moments, I stared at the ceiling as my spine tingled and my toes curled. I was blissed out and vibrating, dazed and disbelieving. Had we…? Had Wyatt…?

Then I caught his eye as he lay down beside me, and he grinned.

God, yeah, we had.

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