Page 7 of Collisions and Decisions

I don’t exactly know how to take his words. I hope he means it. So I send him my address and nothing else. Next thing is making sure Drew’s staying with Bear tonight.

After I confirm Drew isn’t coming by at all, I get in the shower and get ready for tonight. I don’t want to waste any time with foreplay, so I even plug myself with the thickest plug I have.

I debate over how to greet Wyatt, but in the end decide to just go for it. I don’t want him to think we’re having dinner here.

So here I am, standing in front of the door of my apartment, naked as the day I was born—if you don’t count the plug—and fucking trembling from anticipation.

Another, harder knock, comes from the other side of the door, and I jump on my feet. I guess I’ve been staring uselessly at the door for too long.

Okay, just open the damn door, Xander. Just fucking do it.

I pull with too much force and it bangs against the wall. I wince, and try to smile at Wyatt. Maybe I can distract him from the absolute mess I am. It’s his fault, really, so I shouldn’t have to?—

He’s staring at my naked body with his mouth hanging open. His dark eyes hungrily take in every inch of my body.

No distractions needed then. Okay.

I reach for his hand to pull him in and grab the bottle of wine he brought instead. How the hell did he get wine? He’s twenty.

Whatever. I yank the wine out of his grasp and that finally makes him look up at my face. I give him a mock glare. “You can’t drink.” Then I place the bottle on my kitchen counter and once more reach for his hand. He closes the door behind him, and says nothing as I lead him to my bedroom. I stop at the foot of the bed and turn to dish out the rules of the game, but his mouth is on mine as soon as we’re face to face. He carries me again, with a strong grip on my thighs and... yeah, okay, no talking.

I work on unbuttoning his shirt, but there’s only so far I can undress him when my body is in the way, so I mumble, “Down,” between kisses. I don’t mind how unceremoniously he drops meon the mattress. Mostly because he has the sexiest smirk in the world. It’s like he’s daring me to complain.

“Get naked,” I demand, and crawl to my nightstand to grab the lube and a condom out. I should’ve done that before. I’m wasting precious seconds where I could be shamelessly staring at Wyatt.

When I finally turn back to look at him, he’s already naked. Damn, but he makes a pretty sight. All muscle and perfect bronze skin. I need my mouth, my hands,meall over him right the fuck now.

He climbs onto the bed before I can make another demand, and then he’s on me. That talented mouth of his laying claim to my lips like he owns them. His hands roam down my arms, over my ribs, until they’re back where I want them, on my ass.

He seems to like grabbing and squeezing it, as much as I do when he does it. His fingers get closer to my crease, and I know the second he comes into contact with the base of the plug, not only because his body twitches, but because he grinds his steel-hard cock against my leg.

Just that, has me moaning like the horny slut I am for him, and I’m not ashamed of it one bit. I throw my head back and let out a louder moan when he pulls the plug half the way out. The fattest part is stretching my rim exactly how I want it.

“Yes, Wyatt. God.” I look back down at him, because all begging got me is a feral growl. He takes my mouth again, invading it with his tongue, and making me lose my ability to think when he pairs it with taking the plug in and out of me. Until I can’t take it anymore. I need him inside me, now.

“Take it out, put the condom on, and get in me right now.”

“I like it when you tell me what you do.”

“That’s good.” I let out a breathy chuckle. “I’ll be doing that a lot.”

He smiles—and Jesus, that’s an award-winning smile—and kneels up. He bends my legs, grabbing me by the calves, and stares intently at my ass as he reaches for the plug. He takes it out—finally—but so fucking slowly I feel like growling myself.

“I’m not gonna break, Wyatt,” I snap at him, and I’d feel bad except he laughs even as his eyes don’t lose their intensity.

I busy myself, opening the foil and handing him the condom. He puts it on and I smear more lube on his erection, because yeah, even being as prepped as I can possibly be, it’s necessary. I grab the back of my thighs and he shakes his head at me.

“No,” he says simply. Then he lies down beside me and pats his thighs. “Get up here for now. Once you’ve taken all of me, I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”

I move faster than I have in a very long time, and I quickly have his erection in my fist and am lining up to sink down on it. It’s a challenge to get the fat tip past my rim, and I’m already breathing hard. Fuck, this is the best challenge in the world.

“Fuck, yes.” I breathe out when it’s in and I can start to lower myself more. “God,” I say in a pant a second later. “You’re so goddamn big, Wyatt.”

“But you like that, don’t you, baby?” He runs his hands up my thighs softly. He grabs my hips and uses those perfect abs to sit up without moving his cock or legs. “That’s why you texted, right?” he whispers next to my ear, then kisses my neck.

I can barely hear him over my labored breaths. I’m still trying to take all of him.

“You wanted my big cock in this perfect little hole of yours.”

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