Page 88 of Down Bad

And the less I can hold back my own.

Someone’s teaching me a whole lot about what he’s into real fast without uttering a single word.

His hands slap onto my pecs while he keeps going to town on me. It’s so unexpected, I let out a grunt of surprise, then melt into his hands as they start feeling me up, kneading and squeezing my chest as I drive his head up and down.

This isn’t the Wyatt I first met. It’s the Wyatt I met last night in a room all by ourselves.

Something’s telling me this is the real Wyatt.

Someone that no one in Spruce ever lets out to play.

Including Wyatt himself.

This adorably dirty cock fiend whose appetite is apparently as insatiable as mine. Whose desires have gone neglected for who knows how long. And who’s chosen lucky-ass me as the lucky-ass recipient of those pent-up frustrations.

And I’d be lying if I said my own needs haven’t gone ignored.

And that Wyatt is doing a perfect fucking job of waking them all up with his mouth on my dick and his hands greedily fondling my chest like it’s prom night.

Use me, Wyatt.

Every inch of me.

Take all of me down your sexy throat if it’s doing it for you. Grab my chest and feel me up. Let me grip your head and drive you up and down my dick until you choke.

I want you to want me as bad as I want you.

If we’re going in, we’re going all the way in. I half-ass nothing. And I take as much as you—

He pinches my nipples.

Squeezes for dear life.

“Fuck me!” I howl out, caught by surprise as pain runs through me like he just pierced them—followed by a surprising and fucking undeserved rush of pleasure through my body. I sigh beneath him, his head still bobbing up and down without letting up at all.

I think he got the message I liked that.

Even if I’m still not sure I did.

So he does it again. “Fuuuck,” I roar out, almost fighting him off me, but he stays attached, gripping me so tight he just might take my dick with him if I bucked him off.

The next second, he’s off my dick and crawling back up my body. I’m still recovering from the surprise tittie twister when his lips cover mine, breathless, desperate for a kiss. All my emotions swing from lust back over to passion as I grip his hips and pull our bodies together, crushing his mouth.

“You liked that, huh?” he breathes against my lips.

I can’t answer.

Because I don’t know.

He’s got my head so fucking scrambled, he could convince me lavender trash bags turn me on.

I move my hands between us, undo his pants, and slide them down his thighs along with his underwear. Now I’ve got a bare cheek in each palm, playing with them as we make out. I guess it’s doing the trick, because his dick is grinding against me with every thrust of his mouth on mine.

Then he lifts his face from mine.

Everything comes to a stop. My hands. Our grinding. We’re looking at each other’s eyes right now as if something happened, but I don’t know what.

Then I realize he’s saying it with his eyes.