Baby Daddy(6)

“But enough of that. Take off your slacks or I’m going to do it for you.”

I giggled a bit at the thought, sounding for all the world like a schoolgirl with a crush. I stood back, swaying my hips as I moved towards the chaise longue. I unzipped my slacks and sashayed as sexily as I could without falling over, my chocolate eyes never leaving Wyatt’s blue ones. I left my panties on even though they were totally soaked through and dropped my slacks around my fuck me pumps. I stepped out of them and stood in front of Wyatt, in satin fuschia panties, black stilettos, and nothing else. And I’d never felt more wanted.

Wyatt was staring at me just like I thought he would when we were in the Main Hall; like a man on fire and I was the only source of water. Like he’d never seen anything so wonderful. And I totally melted. As I was about to take a step out of my stilettos, he grunted out, “Leave the heels on.” I grinned at him and did a little twirl.

“You like the fuck me pumps, do you? Well, I’ll keep them on if you hurry up and give me that present you’ve been talki--” he was on me before I could even get the words out of my mouth. His calloused hands grabbed me by the hips then moved to my ass. He grabbed my ass hard and lifted my whole body up to meet his. Our lips met again and he held me tighter so I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist.

He did exactly what I daydreamed he would - he pushed me up against the wall catty-corner to the door and, when the cool wainscoting hit my flesh, I gasped. The cold forced my nipples to harden even more and, almost if Wyatt sensed this, or maybe he felt it through his jacket, his eyes darted down and he grinned impishly. He looked back up at me as his mouth moved south. He kissed his way down my sternum, burying his face in the space between my breasts. His hot kisses trailed first to my left nipple, where the rosebud was screaming for his mouth.

Wyatt’s mouth was suddenly on me, sucking gently, and I arched my back even more, realizing that the motion put the mound of his cock right at my entrance. Oh, God. He noticed this contact, too, and thrusted his hips upwards to meet me.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to soak through your pants, too,” I whimpered as he moved to my right nipple. He glanced up at me, somewhat confused. He glanced down and saw what I mean - my panties were entirely useless. I was dripping wet and, at this realization, he groaned and rested his head on my right shoulder. “Fuck, Tori, can’t you give a man a break? Do you really have to keep pulling out all the sexy stops?”

I chuckled against the side of his head and apologized for my inconsiderate ways. The rough hands that held my ass up drifted closer to my inner thighs and I straightened, tensed. His hands continued to close in on my sex and I had never been so close to combusting before in my life. His fingers finally met the satin of my panties and he could feel the wetness for himself. Wyatt nearly growled, sounding like he was going to lose control. I heard a small, faint rip and felt my panties fall away.

The sound and sensation of my panties getting torn off did something funny to me and my hips ground to move my sex against his hand, forcing him to touch me more. He roughly moved one hand to my shoulder and used his own chest to brace my tighter against the wall. Wyatt was totally in charge and fuck if that wasn’t hot.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he let go of my ass and my heels touched the tile floor with a clack. I was disappointed for a second that he wasn’t going to take me against the wall but then I saw that he was just working on his pants. As soon as he got the buckle, button, and zipper free, his cock sprung out, ready for action. My knees went weak at the sight of the veins working up the side, at the perfectly-shaped tip that preceded the full length of him.

As I was admiring God’s handiwork, he grabbed me by the hips again and lifted my entire weight with just his grip. I swung my legs around him faster than I would have thought possible and grabbed him roughly with my arms, pulling our bodies closer. I kissed him hard, knowing full well that we were both going to have a hard time hiding our close encounter when we went downstairs.

I just couldn’t give a shit, though, as I felt his cock nestle against my sex as we explored each other’s mouths. I tightened my grip around his neck and arched my back so that my nipples grazed the fabric of his suit jacket - the roughness tingled. Wyatt’s hands were still on my hips and I vaguely noticed that his grip was tight enough to bruise - Oh well. I moved my hands from around his neck to rest on his chest, forcing my way under his cobalt jacket. Get this shit off! was all I could think, and apparently Wyatt got the message.

We shuffled him awkwardly out of his suit jacket and I got to work, frantically undoing the buttons. I finally undid the last button and forced his shirt down his arms, sighing as I did. He had a slight dusting of hair on his pectorals, light like his hair. But God, his muscles. His pecs were firm, sculpted, and lead straight down into abs that were defined without being intimidating. His arm muscles rippled as he continued to hold my weight and the thrust of his pelvis showed off the V-muscles that made me want to lick my way down his body.