Page 38 of Wright Together

“So, we’ll be late.”

I nearly choked. “Whitton Wright? Late? Have you been abducted by aliens?”

He pulled back long enough to give me a lascivious look. “What did you say to me? Oh, right. Some of us enjoy our hobbies more than our job.”

I gaped at him. “And your hobby is?”

“Eating your pussy.”

He jerked open the back door, and we fell into the interior of his Lexus. I could have probably argued the point, but why would I want to? He didn’t seem to care that I’d just played two games. Not as he all but ripped my shorts off of my hips and slung them somewhere in the front seat. My panties came off next, and for a second, there was panic.

“Whitt, are you sure?”

He didn’t dignify that with an answer. He just buried his face in between my legs. The first lick of his tongue up the seam of my pussy drove me wild.

“Oh God,” I cried. I twined my fingers into his hair and pushed my hips upward.

His hand clamped down on my hip while spreading my legs apart. “Fuck,” he groaned. “So fucking sweet, baby.”

I gasped at the words. The torture as his tongue swirled around my clit. His hot breath on my core. His fingers bruising my thigh. The feel of abandon as we hooked up in the back of his car like we were in high school.

“Please,” I pleaded.

“Please what?”

He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I saw stars. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Normally, it took an age for me to come like this, but the anticipation from waiting to see him and the public location and just…him, it made it all so heightened. So desperate. I was going to unleash any second. I couldn’t hold out even if I wanted to.

“Please don’t stop.”

His fingers snaked their way up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. He split my lips with two fingers. My slick wetness coated his fingers as he pushed them inside of me.

“Oh, baby,” he said, “I have no plans to stop until you’ve come all over my fingers.”

My head tipped backward, crashing into the door. He worked up a rhythm until I was panting so hard that I was worried I’d fog up the windows. My orgasm sat on a precipice. I hung suspended in time and space. Everything narrowed to this one celestial moment. The stars overhead singing to the heavenly bodies.

A series ofyes, please,yes, God, pleaseescaped me and then he shifted, curling his fingers inward. I shattered into a million little pieces. My chorus of passion dissolving into incoherence.

Whitt raised his head to watch, a fascinated expression crossing his hungry face. I threw my hand over my eyes and felt my entire body collapse into nothing.

What sort of spell had this boy cast over me?

“Wow,” I whispered. My voice was raw and raspy. I coughed, trying to clear it, and he just grinned wider. “Amazing.”

“Good.”

I lazily reached out for him. I had zero energy to perform, but I understood reciprocation. And from my vantage point, he was hard as a rock and more than ready.

He chuckled and took my hand in his, pressing a kiss to the top of it. “You look like you could pass out.”

“I feel like I could. You reduced me to ashes.” I bit my lip and glanced down. “But I could…”

“That’s not why I did that.”

“Oh,” I whispered.

Had I ever been with a guy who didn’t expect something in return? Especially after something so mind-blowing? I waffled for a second. He seemed sincere. Whitt wasn’t the kind of guy I expected to bullshit. If he wanted something more from me, his pants would be on the floor with mine. I wouldn’t have even minded. And yet he just tossed me my panties and went looking for my elusive shorts.

I heaved myself to sitting. “Thanks.”

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