Then he added his fingers into the array and I had to make more drastic measures to contain my cries. I bit the inside of my wrist when he found the secret place inside me that took me straight to the edge once he touched it.
“Come for me,” he said and I did.
He licked me to completion twice then stood. He kissed me and I moaned into his mouth, aftershocks still rocking my frame.
Cupping my behind, he lifted me easily and pressed my back against the wall. My thighs immediately hugged his hips and my ankles crossed low on his back.
We were kissing. I was surrounded by him. His scent clouded my mind. The taste of his mouth on mine was an aphrodisiac. The feel of his body blocked out everything else. My fingers were in his hair, tangling in the strands and keeping his head close to me. I felt his cock press against me and then with a thrust he was inside me. Filling me.
Our lips remained locked the entire time and I was glad because the moment he rocked into me, I screamed from the mixture of pleasure and pain.
His mouth captured the sound.
He stopped, allowing me time to adjust to the hard intrusion. He whispered sweet nothings to me, telling me how beautiful I was and how good I felt.
“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded.
He started with small jabs of his hips that grew harder quickly to meet our carnal needs. He thrust a few more time before he easily moved and placed me on the only horizontal surface in the room – the table.
Wyatt was looking at me with blatant hunger. When he looked at me like this, I almost believed we could have more than just a shallow physical connection. I had to forcibly remind myself that I was only giving him my body for this last time and no more.
Then he began to move.
Again, the rightness of us like this had me reeling. When I was joined with him like this, I felt whole. Complete.
The smack, smack of his body meeting mine echoed around us and the scent of sex filled the small space. Our bodies came together like they were made for doing this. The motions were raw and basic and perfect.
The pleasure came over me like a great wave and swept me under. The intensity battered me from every angle. Three orgasms? This was a new record.
We clung to each other in the aftermath. We were wet with sweat and our chests were heaving. I wished the moment would never end but then a noise outside reminded me where I was. Shit.
Out time together was up.
I pushed at Wyatt’s shoulders and he moved away, sending me a puzzled look. I got out of his hold, avoiding that look. I gathered my clothing, hurriedly pulling them back on.
He touched my arm and tried to make me face him. I shook off his hold and I tried to put my hair back up
“Hey, what's the matter?” he asked.
“Grab your clothes. I’m leaving and I don’t think you want the whole library seeing you naked,” I told him.
“Let’s talk about this, Hailey. What’s bothering you?”
I cut him a cruel look. “That sounds awfully emotional, Wyatt. No emotions. Just fucking, remember?”
His face shut down, becoming void of all emotion and I instantly felt terrible for my words, but it was better this way.
“I remember,” he said finally and reached for his clothes.
A minute later, we walked out of the room, the air between us as cold as if we were strangers.
I didn’t look back as I grabbed my belongings from my study table and left without another word.
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The phone rang until it went to voice mail.
The recording played in my ear.