Chapter Twenty-Four – Tempting. – 1

I wake before the alarm goes off, which is surprising given my lack of sleep. Wyatt did finally fall asleep. I don’t know how he manages to focus with such a lack of sleep all the time. He didn’t seem to be having any nightmares, which I am sure he was glad of.

I have my back to him, but he is pressing against me. We must have shifted positions while we slept, but that wasn’t what was getting to me. It is his morning excitement digging into my ass. It is tempting me, but I needed to stay strong. I still have some things to think about before I give him the answer, which I know I’m impatiently waiting for. He shifts, and when he does, he presses harder against me, and a loud moan escapes my lips.

He chuckles, “I would say sorry, but it would be a tie, and you enjoyed it.”

“You did that on purpose,” I huff.

He pulls his tee down at the back and kisses my shoulder, and I moan again. Damn it.

“I didn’t. It was your moan which woke me up.”

“Yeah, yeah, if you say so,” I giggle.

His hand slips under the tee and lands on my stomach. “It is the truth. Did you manage to get more sleep?”

“Yes. I am happy you did, too,” I reply and roll over to face him.

“Me too. I didn’t expect to sleep at all, never mind for a few hours. I thought I would be hit with nightmares, but strangely, I wasn’t,” he answers, confused.

I wonder if it was because I am next to him.

“Can’t you go into the office a little later and get some more sleep?” He is the boss; he can do as he pleases. He has no one to answer to.

He shakes his head. “No. I don’t want to fall behind. I will be fine. Lean manages some days without any sleep at all the previous night, so a few hours are an improvement.” He replies and caresses my face.

I close my eyes and find myself moving into his touch. I don’t like how easily weak he can make me. He takes the opportunity and presses his lips to mine. I whimper instantly. I should refuse his kiss, yet I kiss him back. He grips his hips and brings me closer to him, deepening the kiss and groaning against my lips. I entangle my fingers in his hair. The familiar feeling of arousal stirs in me. He has got me again. I don’t tend to give in easily to men, but Wyatt is different. He is not like other men, and he knows it.

I place my hands on his chest and flip him onto his back, climbing on top of him. I reconnect our lips. His hands run down my back and stop on my ass, squeezing it. I groan into the kiss.

I part from the kiss and sit up on his stomach. I glance down at him; his face is flushed, and his eyes are closed. He opens them to look up at me; they are darker than usual.

“Tell me what you are thinking, kitten?”

I bite on my lip and wait before I answer, “I am thinking maybe it is about time I prove to you how great my mouth skills are.”

Chapter Twenty-Four – Tempting. – 2

He growls lowly, “Yes, please Mo.”

I smirk at the eagerness in his voice. I take the tee off and toss it aside. Wyatt’s hand automatically goes to my breasts, massaging them and circling his thumb over my nipples. My head falls back, and I cry out. I dip my head down to kiss his lips again before descending my lips on his chest. I trace my lips over it, down his ribs onto his stomach. He shudders and groans under me. It’s good to know I am not the only one being affected by all of this.

I hook my fingers in his boxers, and he lifts his hips to allow me to take them off. I drop them on the floor, and his excitement springs to life. I lick my lips and moan at the sight. I probably won’t get the entire thing in my mouth, but I will give it my best.

I stroke his cock. “Mmm, so big. I can’t wait to have a taste,” I rasp.

His cock pulses against my fingers, and he curses in pleasure, “Show me what you can do, kitten.” He commands.

I shiver, and between my thighs throb at his authority-like tone.

“Yes, Sir.”

I don’t waste another second and get to work. I swirl my tongue over the tip, and he hisses. I dance my tongue along the base before taking the tip in my mouth, gently sucking. He arches up from the bed, and his fingers entwine in my hair, and slowly inches himself into my mouth. I work him in and out of my mouth, taking his cock deeper every time I take him back in.

“Fucking hell, sweetness, you are good at this,” he pants.

I moan against him in response. I prepare myself and take more of him in until he hits the back of my throat. I gag but adjust. I pick up my speed and then slow it down.

“Yes, fuck, you take my cock well,” he grunts, his hold on my hair tightening.

I slowly drag him out of my mouth. I lap my tongue over every inch of his cock and cover it again with my lips. I put my best work in. He is soon breathing heavily and squirming under me. I hum against him; the vibrations always add to the pleasure for men I’ve noticed. The men I have been with, anyway. I know how to please a man sexually.

“Christ, Alyssa, I am already close,” he growls, letting go of my hair to fist the bedding.

I moan and know the thing to send him over the edge. I fondle his balls. His cock swells in my mouth. His curses and grunts become louder. He is entirely at my mercy, how I like it.

“Alyssa, if you don’t want a mouthful of come, you should pull away,” he warns between pants.

I don’t pull away; I continue, and soon enough, he calls out my name, spilling inside my mouth. I swallow, allowing the warmth to slide down my throat. I moan and take everything; there is a lot. I love when I can make a man come so damn hard. I keep him in my mouth until there is nothing left. I draw my lips away leisurely, teasing him for a couple of seconds longer before completely removing him.

I kiss back up his body and sit on his stomach again. He is a mess. His face is red, his eyes glazed, his lips slightly open, and his body gleams with sweat droplets.

“What is your verdict, Sir?” I ask confidently.

“You weren’t lying when you said you had great cock-sucking skills. That was incredible,” he stammers out, not quite catching his breath yet.

I lick my lips and wipe the corners of my mouth, “Mmm, I did tell you. Damn, you taste good.”

“I have had a lot of blow jobs in my life, but I can’t ever remember anyone making me climax so quickly.”

I smile proudly, “I know I am good.”

A devilish look covers his face, “And I didn’t even need to tell you to get on your knees for me.”

I don’t get down on my knees for just anyone, handsome. If you want me on my knees without me making the first move, you need to work hard for it. I wink, clamber off him, and jump to my feet.

“Where are you going?” He buffs.

“For a shower; we have work to get to.”

“But I want to fuck you,” he protests.

I shrug. “You can’t always get what you want.”

I hurry out of his bedroom to the bathroom. He has one in his room, but the main bathroom has a better shower. I know he will follow me. I haven’t decided if I want to lock the door behind me or not.