Page 168 of Tangled up in You

She hummed. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Fuck me. Hard and fast. I don’t care if I can’t come again. I just need you inside me.” Wyatt kissed her then with a ferociousness, stealing the last of her wits. She was already hanging on by a thread, tattered by the way he fucked her with such abandon she wasn’t sure if she could move, let alone perform for him.

He ran his fingers through her hair tugging ever so slightly, sending sparks of bliss across her scalp. Sitting as they were, he slipped back inside her, giving little, lazy thrusts, priming her. She sank into the sensations consuming her. Sasha deepened the kiss, sucking on his tongue before retreating to bite his bottom lip.

He shuddered in her arms, pulling out before rubbing his cock against her dildo. Everything about the debauched scene playing out in front of her was hedonistic. The last time they did this, they giggled and took their time exploring one another. The intimacy made the entire act special.

This was raw.

Unhinged.

Frantic.

When he lifted her from his lap and changed their positions. The dynamic switched. Wyatt knelt between her spread thighs. His gaze locked on the flesh-colored dick between her legs and below, to her sticky, wet pussy, filled with his cum. The second he tapped the button on her cock ring, she sucked in a breath. Anticipation hummed through her veins. Curiosity twined with need as she ran her fingers through his hair. When he took the toy into his mouth, she bucked. The first vibrations of the toy spread through her like wildfire, sparking her still sensitive and excited nerve endings to life.

Wyatt pressed his fingers into her pussy, fucking her as he matched his pace. Transfixed by the way he gobbled up her cock, she couldn’t look away. Whenever they did this, it’d been her justfucking him. No preamble. No thought of foreplay. It was like he needed the release, but held back from asking for more. Now he took it. Seeing him this way... This imperfect creature he hid, shedding the impeccably coiffed exterior, enraptured her.

Gone was the polite boy who shied away from forming friendships and partnerships because of his insecurities and being left behind. This hungry man, feasting on the toy that would bring them such inexplainable pleasure, had a warmth filling her chest. Then, as if reading her mind, he grabbed the lube from outside the stall and slickened the dildo before rubbing more on his hole.

Wyatt straddled her lap, taking the toy inch by inch until they were flush, the vibrations of the cock spread through them, leaving her dizzy with arousal. This licentious man, head thrown back as his features strained and his dick jerked between them, spreading precum across her belly. The tip of his dick; swollen and ruddy, glistening even in the low light of the bathroom.

Sasha grabbed his hips, guiding him over her hard cock. There was no way to describe how it felt to dominate him. Exhilarated seemed simple in terms of the high she reached. Or the power she wielded. She watched the play of emotions filling his features and the way he tensed when she met him stroke for stroke. The base of the toy hit her clit just right, adding to the desire building within her.

There was a wildness between them. An unburdened, uncaring part that held no restrictions on what anyone thought about them. It was hot. Carnal. Epicurean. He pumped his hard cock with each thrust, pushing them both higher. She was delirious. Drunk on passion. High on lust. Their dynamic changed. She could feel it. Whatever was next for them came after the fall off the cliff of gratification they climbed.

“Sasha,” he moaned. “Fuck... Sasha.”

Her eyes fluttered closed. “Don’t stop, Wyatt.”

He kissed her then. His hot mouth feasted on her. Devouring her sobs and cries as their tongues tangled and their teeth clashed. He moaned her name, deepening the kiss. He was everywhere at one time, stealing her rationale. He pulled back with a grunted curse, chest heaving. Eyes wild.

“I want you to stay with me. I don’t care what happens with the others. But... I want you, Sasha. Stay with me always.”

Confused and a bit surprised, she nodded, unsure of what to say, since they were entangled as they were. Sex made people say stupid stuff. She also learned that the hard way over the years. “Yes...” Plus, what kind of relationship did he think she had with her childhood best friends? Was that why he was acting so possessive and onery?

“Can I come inside you again?” The raspy warmth of his voice left a trail of goosebumps across her skin. “It’s just... Fuck... I need it. I want you.”

Okay, now he was worrying her. Something happened between the time they went to bed and when he woke up. What it was or how bad it’d been she couldn’t say. “Wyatt...”

“Please, babe? I need you so bad I ache for you.” He nuzzled her neck then nipped at the sensitive skin below her ear. “I didn’t realize how much I liked the idea of my cum inside you.”

“Okay what have you done with Wyatt and who are you really?” She stared at him tilting her head.

He chuckled, pulling off the toy before going to his knees. “I’m right here. I think... Damn it. I think I’m so worked up right now... I think I’d say anything to feel your sweet little pussy wrapped around me.”

A fresh wash of need crashed over her as he climbed up onto the bench between her legs and pushed into her. Her eyes rolled up and before she could force air back into her lungs, he fucked her. The hard, demanding thrusts set them on a wild pace she couldn’t keep up with. Wyatt grabbed her hips with one handwhile pressing the vibe to her clit. Overwhelmed she clawed at his forearms for purchase while struggling to hang on to the last bits of her sanity.

“Your sweet little pussy is milking me,” he groaned. “So hot and wet. I want to stay inside you all day.”

He lifted the toy giving her a small respite before touching the base to her clit again. Her orgasm ripped through her. Sasha’s eyes rolled up. She shook with the force arching to him as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Her cry echoed in the stall and was closely followed by Wyatt’s as he slammed into her one last time, filling her with his release.

The crash of the bathroom door startled them as Archer and Cam stumbled into the bathroom, furious then shocked. Their wide-eyed bewilderment along with their mumbled words of apology had heat staining her cheeks while embarrassment filled her.

“What the hell is going on here?” The cold chill of Trent’s voice turned her stomach in a sickening way. He chuckled, winking at her before patting Archer on the shoulder. “Looks like Miss Perfect gives dick and takes it too. Guess she never needed you.”

Archer stared at her while Wyatt did his best to cover her while he continued to throb within her. “I thought you were hurt.”

“Well, I’m... I’m not,” she said, trying to hold it all together. “Can you get out now?”

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