Page 41 of Light My Fire

I moan softly, my arousal a combination of his touch and his words.

“Touch me more,” I plead.

“Oh, I’m just getting started.” He plants the hand beside my head and leans over, licking his tongue over the nipple he just teased, then sucking. I am astonished by the heat that skitters through me. My hand instinctively goes to the back of his head, holding him in place.

He licks and sucks, then kisses his way to the other breast, where he does the same.

My pussy is throbbing, and I feel heat and a knot of need tighten in my lower belly.

“Wyatt,” I say softly, not even sure what exactly I’m asking for.

“I’ve got you, Brooke,” he says huskily against my breast. He shifts to the side, leaning on one elbow, sliding his hand over my hip to my belly, running it back-and-forth.

“Damn,” he says, his gaze fixed on his hand, and all of me naked below it. “If we’d gone to your room, we could’ve used your vibrator.”

I gasp. “How do you know about my vibrator?”

He looks at me with a wicked grin as his hand travels down my thigh. “Luke heard you with it last night.”

My eyes widen, and I feel my cheeks heat. “What?”

Wyatt strokes up and down my thigh with his huge hand, lighting little sparks of fire even though I’m grappling with definite embarrassment.

“He heard the vibrator first when he went down to use the powder room. But then he said he heard you moaning. Quickly figured out what you were doing.”

“Oh my God!” My hands fly up to cover my face.

Wyatt reaches up and tugs them away. “It was so fucking hot. You have no idea what that did to all three of us. To me, just hearingaboutit.”

I swallow hard. “What did it do?”

“Well, I jerked off twice last night thinking of you. And if I know those guys, they did the same.”

Wyatt’s hand slides up, and now he’s cupping my pussy. It’s just his full flat palm, but every nerve ending in my body now seems connected to that spot.

I cannot stop thinking about those three men aroused and masturbating, thinking of me.

Wyatt rocks the heel of his hand, pressing in against my clit. “Do you like that?” he asks. “The idea of three men, hands around their cocks, thinking of you and this sweet body, and this tight pussy, and that vibrator and wishing like hell they could be in that room with you?”

I can’t bite back the little whimper that comes out of my mouth. It’s definitely from the pressure he’s applying, but also from the images his words inspire.

“Yeah,” he says, pressing again and circling a little this time. “You and this amazing ass and these gorgeous tits and the fantasy of this sweet cunt, combined with your laugh, and your compassion, and your innocence, and just how good and lightyou make us all feel, has been a hell of a concoction to deal with this weekend.”

“Oh my God,” I murmur. I didn’t expect talk likethis.

I also didn’t expect the way it makes me feel.

“Thank you for letting me be here like this with you,” he says, bending over and kissing me softly.

“Thankyou,” I say against his lips, my fingers sliding up his back and into his hair.

“Oh, Brooke, you have no idea what a pleasure this is,” he tells me.

His finger is circling my clit and I feel hot and happy and tight and restless all at the same time.

“Now be a good girl and come on my fingers,” he says, sliding his thick middle finger into my pussy.

“Wyatt,” I gasp, the heat coiling tight as he slides it deep.

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