Page 99 of Fly Boy
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you using this on me,” I whisper, bringing my purple vibrator out from behind my back.
His smile grows slowly and salaciously, spreading over his face, his hand reaching up and taking the toy from my grasp. Part of me wonders if he thought I would have been too embarrassed to ask, that I would have avoided his interest in my collection and how I use them.
But by asking, what’s the worst that could happen? Wyatt might be older, have more experience, and talk dirty like it’s a second language, but I’ve realized that being with a man like him, there are no limits. At least none we’ve discovered together.He wants me to ask him to eat my pussy? I’ll ask. He wants me to take charge when it comes to my pleasure? I’ll do it. Hell, I’ll even demand it like the brat he thinks I am.
God knows I like him to put me in my place.
“I would have thought you’d have invested in one with a clit sucker,” he comments, eyeing the toy. “But then again, it still wouldn’t have been as good as the real thing.”
Wyatt flicks the button, and it starts to vibrate. Running it up my leg, the rumbles already send jolts of desire to my core and he’s only at my knee. He moves torturously slowly, my chest heaving, my brow lined with sweat by the time he presses the tip to my clit.
“Ah,Wyatt,” I gasp as my hips jerk off the edge of the tub, the sensation against my needy core too much. The water flows around him as he gets better situated, watching with fervent fascination as he inches it inside before pulling it back out.
“Fuck, this is hot,” he murmurs, then pushes it in a little more than last time, but not enough for it to drive me wild. He keeps doing it, in-out, in-out, each time going slightly deeper than the last. His eyes are on my pussy, his strong arm wrapped around my leg as he denies me what I really want.
Grabbing his wrist, I thrust the toy inside completely, exhaling in delight as itfinallyhits that spot inside me.
“There,” I pant, grinning as Wyatt scowls up at me. “You were taking too long.”
I move his hand, pumping the toy the way I would if I were alone, my toes curling around the edge of the chair in the hot tub. Lifting a hand, I palm my breast, putting on a show for the beautiful man between my legs until I clench around nothing.
“Wh—”
He tosses the vibrator over the edge of the tub, the purple phallic shaped toy rumbling across the deck.
“If you’re going to come, it won’t be because of some mechanical device,” he growls before licking a stripe up my center, drawing a wanton moan from my chest. My fingers thread into his hair as I urge him deeper, grinding as I fuck myself onto his face.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against me, the vibrations only heightening his ministrations. His fingers clamp on my ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing as he helps my hips roll against him. “Take what you need. Show me how pretty you look when you come all over me.”
Pushing his tongue inside me, he thrusts in as deep as he can until he replaces it with two fingers.
“Oh, god,” I pant, my head tipping backward.
“Come on, Pippa,” he growls, nipping my clit between his teeth, the pain sending delicious sparks throughout my body that I cry out. “Soak my face.” He withdraws his fingers, making me whine as he takes my ass in both hands, rutting my pussy hard on his mouth. “Mark me as yours.”
It doesn’t take more than a few more seconds until I’m unabashedly holding him against me, shouting his name as I come. He keeps licking and sucking until I’m oversensitive and shaking, unable to take any more. I’m close to sliding completely into the water, but Wyatt catches me, cupping the back of my head, holding me to him as I come down from my orgasm, my muscles still spasming in an aftershock that doesn’t want to stop.
“I fucking love hot tubs,” he mutters, and I can’t do anything but laugh.
Chapter Thirty-Four
March
Bowie
We’re on. I spoke to Mason, and he says he can hook you up. Don’t worry. We’ve got your back.
The weight on my shoulders ebbs as I read my brother’s message. This might be either the smartest thing I’m going to do or the dumbest. Either way, even if I have a hard time finding a new gig after handing in my resignation, it’s not like I’ll struggle.My bank account goes untouched for most of the month. Hell, my bank’s called a few times for fraudulent activity if I spend more than usual.
Wyatt
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Bowie
Any time.
Also, mom told me what you’re doing today. I hope it goes okay. We love you and are here for you if you need anything.
