Page 24 of Man of Honor
His fingers dug into my ass, but I didn’t care.I barely noticed the discomfort.If anything, I welcomed it. I wanted every mark and bruise he could leave on me, so that when it was all over and I was alone in my empty bed, I’d have proof it really happened.
My hand slid down Wyatt’s chest, tracing the hard ridges of a body perfected by what I knew was nearly religious devotion to the gym.With zero hesitation, I slipped my hand beneath the water and wrapped my fingers around his cock.He hissed, hips jerking at the touch, but I was the one who moaned in pure relief.Finally.I was finally touching him.It wasn’t the first cock I’d touched, not by a long shot, but it was the only one I’d ever wanted.
Wyatt tore his mouth from mine with a guttural,“Fuck.”
Listening to his ragged breathing was the biggest rush I’d ever felt.Better than the high after a fight or the buzz of Dom’s best whiskey.It was power like I’d never known: the realization that I could bring this fierce, steely man to his knees with a single touch.
“Come on,” I gasped, tilting my head and baring my throat.“Touch me back.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, just closed his mouth over my throat, growling and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.Ishuddered. Then he grabbed me, lifting until the only thing I could do was wrap both legs around his waist.Our cocks aligned perfectly that way, slipping together beneath the water.We fell into a brutal rhythm, fast and merciless from the start.I clung to his wet shoulders, reveling in the way they flexed as he moved my hips exactly the way he wanted, working me like a tool to satisfy him.Water churned between our bodies.
“My God, Gage." His voice was so hoarse I barely recognized it.“I—I tried so hard—not to want you.Tried not to look, not to feel.I thought I could, but you’re so—so?—”
He cut himself off, like even saying it out loud would break whatever taboo he had left in his mind.Instead, he hitched an arm around my waist and lifted me full-body onto the tile ledge of the pool deck.
I leaned back, bracing myself on my elbows, watching as Wyatt’s mouth burned a trail down my naked body.He flicked the tip of his tongue across my nipples, then moved lower, tracing a path down my quivering stomach until he brushed against the head of my cock.He teased the tip with his tongue, licking it like a lollipop, before the warm, wet heat of his mouth engulfed me.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and my spine arched on reflex.I squirmed, shoving a knuckle in my mouth and biting down hard to keep from moaning.The house was empty, but the wild thrill of being here, out in the open of my childhood home, had me sweating.
I lifted my head to look down my body, desperate to watch him suck me off.Wyatt’s hair was dark against my groin, hiding most of it from me, but I could feel the way his mouth twisted like he was smiling.His tongue flicked the tip and then swirled,exploring every sensitive curve.My hips jolted up, and I spurted precum.
His fingers instantly circled the base of my shaft, squeezing hard enough to keep me right on the edge but not a step further.“Not so fast,” he gasped, pulling off with a soft, maddening pop.“I’ve waited too damn long to let you finish in seconds.”
But I wasn’t the patient type, and he knew it.
“Get back on it,” I growled, gripping his head and guiding him back down.
His dark eyes were gleaming, filled with laughter, before he parted his lips and sucked me down.I framed his head in both hands and arched my hips, urging him to take me deeper, and Wyatt cooperated by sliding his hands under my ass and pulling me further into his mouth.I could feel the moment my cock hit the back of his throat.Wyatt choked, then swallowed, and I slid just that little bit deeper, pushing me right to the brink.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned. “So good.S-so fucking good, Wyatt…”
It was too much: everything he was giving me, everything he was forcing me to feel.I was losing my mind, drunk on a dozen sensations all at once: cool water lapping at my calves, air steaming out of my lungs, and Wyatt’s bruising hands spreading my legs wide open.
“Close,” I panted, barely able to push the word between my clenched teeth.“Wyatt, I’m gonna…”
His eyes flashed up to meet mine, and then he was all-in, cheeks hollowing as he sucked harder, tongue pressing against the thick vein beneath my cockhead.The tension that had been coiling my belly tighter and tighter finally exploded.A raw cry tore out ofmy chest, and I surged up onto my elbows to watch as I came, pumping helplessly down his throat.
Wyatt didn’t flinch. He swallowed every drop, milking me gently until he’d wrung out every last shiver.It was so sexy I swore I had another mini-orgasm right there, spurting weakly into that gorgeous, giving mouth until I had nothing left.
I came down slowly, staring up at the night sky while the world went strangely quiet.I was gutted. A wasteland trapped in human flesh.I didn’t know what I was feeling, or if I was feeling anything at all, and it was terrifying.
Wyatt hauled himself out of the water to sit beside me.His cock was huge and red and painful-looking, straining against his belly, but he ignored it.He placed his hand on my chest, right over my stumbling heartbeat, and frowned.
“You okay?” he asked in a voice that sounded absolutely ravaged.He grimaced, and a tendon in his neck flexed as he swallowed.
No. I didn’t think I’d ever be okay again.I’d wanted this so badly. Hell, I’d begged for it once.But as the rush faded, the sharp edges of reality had already begun to rip into the fantasy.Regret was starting to claw its way up my throat and choke me.
Wyatt’s hand was on my jaw. His thumb brushed over my lips.A few minutes ago, that touch would have felt amazing, but now it only felt too soft.Too tender. Whenever I’d imagined finally bagging him as a grown man, I’d figured on feeling a little smug and a lot victorious.
It wasn’t supposed to feel like this—like I mattered to him.
I shut my eyes and focused on my breathing, trying to ease the tightness in my chest, but it didn’t budge.
“Gage.” His voice was still rough from the exertion, but there was a gentleness underneath that I couldn’t deal with right now.“Talk to me, sweetheart.”
That set me off. I rolled away, untangling our limbs and peeling myself free of his touch.The sudden rush of night air hit me like a slap, but that only helped propel me across the pool deck to search out the clothes I’d piled on a lounge chair.
“I’m fine,” I bit out, shoving my legs into my jeans and buttoning them with less care than I should have taken.I just needed space. Room to breathe.