Page 106 of Full Split
“Pretty sure that leaves us with a wide range of options,” I shoot back, smirking.
He snorts and makes a gagging sound. His laughter doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but I know he’s trying. And that’s what matters.
The moment we’re through the threshold of our room, I’m on Wyatt. I shove him against the door with more force than necessary, my hands tugging at his collar.
“Eager, are we?” He teases against my mouth, but he’s unbuttoning my shirt just as quickly.
“I’ve been staring at you in this suit all day, imagining how much I want to use your tie like reins to fuck you and then ride you,” I say, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. He helps remove mine as well.
Wyatt’s groan is low and throaty. “I’m sure we can make at least some of that a reality…”
He flips us so my back is at the door.
“I want you every which way I can have you,” he says, unbuttoning my slacks and shoving a hand down the back of my pants. His fingers delve into the cleft of my ass, teasing the puckered hole. “But first I need a taste.”
Wyatt drops to his knees, yanking my pants down with him. He nuzzles into my bulge while pulling my feet from the slacks and tossing them aside. I shiver when his fingers scratch along the ticklish bottom of my feet when he removes my socks. Then, with his eyes locked on mine, he pulls down the front of my boxer briefs, licks along the shaft of my silicone packer, then bites down gently to pull it out while removing my underwear.He spits it out to the side, then immediately takes my dick into his mouth.
My knees nearly give out as his tongue rolls along the underside of my cock while he sucks me in long, slow pulls, fingers running up and down my thighs, over my ass, barely grazing over the neediest parts of me while he works me up until I’m panting. My hands are gripping his hair, and my hips are rocking into his mouth, so fucking close to the edge already.
But it’s not enough for him. He pushes an arm between my legs and hikes it over his shoulder so he can get a good angle to dive nose first into my pussy and starts lapping at it hungrily. His grunting and groaning as he moves back and forth from sucking my dick and tonguing my pussy are salacious. Add to that the wet sounds of his fingers fucking into me, my own pants and moans, and the way he’s slurping up every drop of wetness he works out of me, and I’m done for. It’s the dirty soundtrack that ultimately pulls me over the edge.
I come with a low moan, legs shaking so much I have to rely on his strong body to hold me up while he continues to make obscene sounds, slurping up everything I give him and trying to work more out of me.
“Wyatt…” I whine his name while pulling at his hair, trying to dislodge his mouth from my junk so I can breathe.
“Come on, baby, one more…”
“I’d rather come on your cock. Or have you come on mine…”
That gets his attention. His eyes flash with excitement. “Really?”
“You didn’t think I’d come on an overnight trip and not want to make it worth it, did you?”
“We didn’t check any bags. Weren’t you worried about security digging through your bags?”
I shrug. “Seems like athemproblem.”
“I fucking love you.” He’s laughing and shaking his head, always amused at my lack of give-a-fuck.
He stands and lifts me over his shoulder like a fireman.
“I can walk, you know.”
“Well then I definitely haven’t done my job right.”
I snort, then shriek when I’m haphazardly thrown down on the bed.
“Take the rest off,” he says, working on the button to his slacks.
He says more, but I’m barely able to process what he’s saying, because he looks so goddamn mouthwatering right now. His white shirt is unbuttoned, open to show off his deliciously muscled chest sprinkled with hair that I know now is as soft as it looks, and a waist that tapers down to his open fly. Instead of doing whatever it is he was telling me, I crawl on my hands and knees over to where he’s standing at the end of the bed and lick his stomach, nipples, and down his happy trail.
“Did you hear anything I just said?”
“Nope,” I say, resting back on my knees so I can use my hands to release his cock from the strict confines of his briefs. I blink up at him, feigning innocence as I stroke him in my fist. Keeping my eyes on his, I lean down and lick the drop of pre-cum from his crown.
Wyatt hisses. “I was saying,” he says as he tries to breathe through the sensation of me wrapping my lips around his headand sucking him into my mouth. “That I’ll hang up the suits—mmpff—while you get—fuck—ready.” I take him deeper, and he growls. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to have to settle for my mouth.”
My hand snakes between his legs, over his balls, to push up into his crack. My middle finger finds his hole and taps against it.
