Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Three - You Could Do Both
Alyssa
Wyatt drags me into the hotel and towards the elevator, not saying a word. I giggle at his eagerness. He gets impatient as we wait for it to come down. The second it opens, he pulls me in before the few people in it have a chance to exit. They didn’t look amused with his rudeness. He doesn’t seem to care. I apologise for him. He taps his foot on the floor as he waits for the door to close again.
The moment they do, he pounces. He pushes my back to the wall and crashes his lips roughly to mine. I moan, not expecting such a passionate kiss. I slip my arms around his neck and kiss back. He brings one of my legs around his hip and grinds against me. I whimper into the kiss. Things become heated quickly.
Wyatt’s fingers dig into my thigh. The fact that there are cameras in the elevator isn’t something I care about right now. What are they going to do? We check out soon. He parts from the kiss and dips his head down to attach his lips to my neck. He trails them along my skin and sinks his teeth in. I cry out and entangle my fingers into his hair. His free hand comes between my thighs and under my dress. He gropes my pussy. I gasp and rock my hips to his hand.
We come to a stop on our floor, and he puts a distance between us. I take a moment to catch my breath.
“Come.” He demands.
“Yes, sir,” I reply and follow him out.
He reaches for my hand and guides me to our room. He gets us in as quickly as possible. I close the door behind us. Wyatt traps me between him and the door. He stares down at me intensely. I swallow hard, curious what his next move will be. I am surprised when he takes a few steps back. I don’t move. I wait for him to say something, say anything.
“Bedroom, now.” He says and points towards it.
I scurry towards it. Wyatt slaps my ass hard as I pass by him. I yelp when he does. He chuckles and follows suit.
“Stop.” He commands before I reach the bed.
I stop in my tracks. He walks by me and sits at the bottom of it. He rests back and opens his legs. He points to the space between them. I take my place between them.
“What do you need from me, sir?” I purr.
He runs his hands up the back of my thighs. I close my eyes and moan, my skin heating under his touch.
“Take your dress off.”
“Yes, sir.”
I remove it and toss it aside. I am naked since I took my panties off at the restaurant. I didn’t wear a bra because there was one built into the dress.
“Good girls. On your knees.” He states firmly.
I drip to my knees before him. He instructs me to remove his trousers and boxers. I slip his shoes off first; his pants and boxers come next. I groan when his hardened cock comes into view.
“Use that dirty, pretty mouth of yours. Suck, but I won’t be coming in your mouth. I will be coming in your tight pussy.” He rasps and strokes my hair.
I dampen my lips. I trace my tongue over the base of his cock and circle it over the tip. He hisses loudly, and his fingers curl in my hair.
“Take my cock in your mouth.” He commands.
I do as I am told. I wrap my mouth around his cock and inch him in until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I gag but quickly adjust.
“Yes, take it. Take it all. Fuck, you always take it so well.” He pants, and his head falls back.
I moan against him and work him in and out of my mouth. I enjoy it and as I am getting right into it, he tells me to stop. I huff but take him out of my mouth. I glance up at him and pout.
“I told you, the one place I would be spilling is your pussy, not your mouth. Back on your feet.” He pants.
I roll my eyes, “You could come in both.”
I get to my feet. Wyatt gets to his, too and swiftly grabs me. He turns us around and tosses me down on the bed. He stays on his feet and removes his tee. His eyes dart around the room.
“What are you looking for?”
He doesn’t answer. He walks away and begins to look through the closest drawers and my case. What is he looking for? I get my answer when he returns with one of my scarves.
“I really need to buy cuffs or some sort of restraints for the rest of our trip. For now, this will have to do.” He smirks and crawls up the bed to me.
He spreads my legs and kneels between them. His eyes drink my naked body in. He towers over me, his lips soon falling over mine. I whimper into the kiss and slip my arms around his neck. He is quick to unhook them and tie them tightly to the bed with my scarf. I moan, turned on and my pussy throbs. Fuck, I have missed this.
Wyatt rests back on his knees, “Mmm, what a pretty sight.”
He dances his fingers over my folds. I gasp and arch from the bed.
“I love how wet you are for me. Are you that desperate for me, kitten?” he asks, circling his thumb on my clit.
“Yes, sir,” I answer with strained breath.
“Mmm, I know. I wonder how long I should make you wait.”
“No, no waiting, please fuck me,” I beg.
He laughs loudly and shakes his head, “Nope. I will fuck you when I am ready and not before it.”
He strokes his cock, his eyes locked on mine. I glare at him, “Unfair.”
He slaps my thighs, “The more you complain and roll your eyes, the longer I will wait to allow you to have a release. So, what you are going to do is lie there, like the good girl I know you can be. I am going to explore every inch of your body, and you aren’t allowed to make a single sound.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” I whine.
“You better find a way. You make a single noise: I stop and add seconds to the waiting time. Do I make myself clear? You can answer with words, but it will be the last ones you use until I tell you otherwise.”
I stop from rolling my eyes, “Yes, you are clear, sir. I will be a good girl. I promise.”
This is going to be torture! That is all part of his plan, though. If I manage, it is another story, but I am sure as hell going to try my darn hardest. He could do this all night and would love every second of it. He gets kicks out of torturing me.