Her Best Men

CHAPTER 7

KATIE

The kiss took me aback, but it wasn’t like it wasn’t wanted. I’d always had a thing for Wyatt. Well, for all the brothers, really. Ever since our botched moment at prom, and ever since I’d turned eighteen in general. But Wyatt was here making the first move, and I wasn’t about to turn him down. I’d wanted him at prom that night, and I wanted him now, and as he pressed our bodies deeper into the darkened corner of the stable, I could feel his cock pulsing against my thigh.

My hands traveled down his chest, feeling his twitching muscles as my hands gripped at his shirt. My lips were swelling against his. He tasted as good as I thought he would. I could smell the light scent of musk from riding the horses for over an hour. I could taste the coffee he’d been drinking all day on the tip of his tongue. I tugged his shirt over his head, taking in the full extent of the muscles he took great care of.

Holy hell, Wyatt was hot.

We ripped each other’s clothes off and cast them onto the stable floor. I pushed Wyatt down onto a bench and straddled him, my dripping pussy drenching his cock. I sucked on his lower lip and raked my tongue along the roof of his mouth, pulling groans from his throat. He pressed his hands into my hips, guiding me around his cock before he

paused.

“Should I get us somethin’?” Wyatt asked.

“Nope. I get that damn shot every three months. Don’t stop now. Please.”

Then, he slid his dick effortlessly into my body.

My face fell into the crook of his neck, whimpering as he filled me to the brim. His hands guided my movements as I rode his dick. The bench lurched with our movements as the sun drenched the outside of the barn in warmth. My lips were everywhere on him. His cheeks. His neck. His shoulders and his mouth. I couldn’t get enough of how he tasted against my tongue. He pounded up into me, his cock throbbing against my walls as my tits jumped against his chest.

Then he lifted me off his cock, turned me around, and sat me back down.

His hand gripped my breast as his lips peppered my neck with kisses. I reached back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to pull him closer. I loved the feeling of his lips on my skin. It electrified me in a way sex with Michael never had. His hands caressed every inch of me as his cock began to swell bigger and bigger, and I knew he was close to coming as he grunted into my skin.

“Katie. Shit. Holy hell, you feel just like I thought you would.”

“Oh, Wyatt. Please don’t stop.”

His words buzzed through my body as I sighed his name. He had thought about this, just like I had. His hands ran down my breasts and my stomach, pulling goosebumps up along his path before his hands gripped my thighs. He slammed his cock deep into my body as his fingertips parted my pussy folds, then I felt him graze over my throbbing clit.

I leaned my head back on his shoulder, allowing the pleasure to wash over me as I lost control of my body.

I shivered and bucked. I writhed and moaned. Wyatt covered my mouth with his to swallow my sounds as I felt my toes begin to curl. I exploded on his lap, coming around his cock as juices poured down my inner thigh. I whimpered into his lips, his name chanted on the muffled tip of my tongue as his arms pulled me closer to his chest.

He sheathed himself into my warmth one last time before his body lurched. His legs contracted, and his cock pulsed, emptying his hot cum into my body. My nails raked across his scalp. I gripped him tightly, and his hands kneaded my curves as he filled me with his arousal.

I was shaking on his lap, stars bursting in my vision as our lips finally disconnected. My head was swimming with blinded passion as he held me against his warmth, his strength supporting the weight of my body. I could feel the earth spinning below our feet. I could feel his legs jumping with exertion. His cock fell from my pussy before our fluids dripped down onto the bench.

I didn’t want him to let me go.

But I knew he had to eventually.

“Are you okay?” Wyatt asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, still catching my breath. I got up from his lap and straddled him with my dripping body. His arms draped around me as I threaded mine around his neck. I pulled him in for another kiss, our lips moving slowly as our bodies came down from their highs.

“I’m more than okay,” I said in a whisper.

I reluctantly peeled myself away from Wyatt’s grasp and started to search for my clothes. I tried to clean myself up as best as I could, fluffing my hair out and taking deep breaths to rid my cheeks of their salacious blush. I turned around and found Wyatt staring at me as he pulled on his boots, a cheeky little grin on his cheeks.

I bent down and gave him one last kiss before I relinquished myself to the sunlight.

“I’ll see you around, okay?” I asked.

“I hope so,” he said. “I’m in my office all day if ya want a round two.”

I shook my head and giggled until I heard my brother’s voice.