Page 68 of Making the Save
I straddled his lap like I did in the hot springs. It worked for me before, I imagined it would work again. And yes, the second I pressed my body against his, it was the hot springs all over again. Like no time had passed.
Wyatt put his hands on my ass again, lifting me up as his fingers slipped deeper between my legs. Yes, I thought. Yes. This. More.
His thumb brushed my clit and my head about lifted off my shoulders. Now, I thought. Now. I wrapped my hand around the length of his cock and his head fell back against the couch.
“Fuck, Syd. Wait. I need to-”
“No. No more waiting.”
“You’re not wet enough,” he said.
“I’m fine.”
Between us I lined his erection up against my pussy and pressed him into me. The muscles in both of our stomachs tensed, sweat rolled down between our bodies and I’d never in my life seen something so intimate. So real.
He was fucking me. Or I was fucking him. Either way, it was devastating.
“Syd. Fuck, easy honey. I’m big and you’re a tiny thing.”
I felt the head of his cock slide into me and it was tight and it stung. I had to take a second to catch my breath. But the deeper he went, the sting turned to something else. A burn that I couldn’t smile through.
“Baby,” he whispered. “It’s okay. Let me…”
“Shit,” I hissed, the word slipping out of me without permission. I was going to smile through this. I was going to hide everything.
Give them nothing. Something my mom would tell me whenever it came to men.
But this was too much.
“Syd? Honey?” He gripped my waist like he was going to pull me off of him and I hadn’t come this far to fail now. This was ending. Right now.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself down like I had to do for those tour dates when I had a raging fever in France.It’s okay,I told myself.You’re okay. It’s just pain.
I bit my lip and pushed myself down onto him with all of my weight.
“Honey. Stop. You’re hurting yourself.”
“This is your fault,” I whispered. Bracing my head against his shoulder. “You’re too big.”
He lifted me off of him and put me down beside him on the couch, and then, as if that wasn’t good enough, he stood up.
A tear slipped down my cheek and I brushed it away, hopefully before he saw it. But of course super pro athlete over there saw everything.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asked. I knew he was trying to sound calm but that was hard for him. He had his angry giant face on and another tear slipped down my face.
Complete. Disaster.
“Syd,” he gasped. “You’re bleeding.”
I looked down at my legs and the smear of blood on my inner thigh. He had a smear of blood across his flat belly.
“I thought that only happened in books.”
“Ihurtyou?” Oh, he was beating himself up now. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to have no opinions or feelings about what just happened even though I messed it up so bad.
“I’m fine.”
“Clearly not. You’re bleeding.”