I lower my head and move my hand to grip him at the base of his cock. The minute my fingers touch his warm flesh, his entire body tightens. I open my mouth and guide the tip of him inside of me, taking him deep inside … straight to where my tongue ends and my throat begins.
"Fuck," Wyatt groans, and his hips buck up hard against me.
His shaft is warm and pulsing within my mouth. I start moving … desperately, with purpose. I want him to come … I want him to have a moment of peace and pleasure, and I want more than anything for us not to fuck up this operation when we are too close to the finish line.
Mostly, however, I want Wyatt to feel good. I want to make him feel good.
I move over him, licking and sucking. Pumping him hard with my hand, I moan low in my throat so he feels the vibrations against his skin. I want this to go quickly, because I want us both to get past this, and because the longer I keep him in my mouth, the more I yearn for something more.
I feel twitchy and unsettled, a deep, empty feeling within me. I want the world to melt away so there's no Lance watching us, no strip club music thumping outside the doors, no jilted fiancée feelings within me. I wish this were just Wyatt and me … two people that are attracted to each other. Two people that could bask in physical pleasures.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Wyatt starts chanting. A quick raise of my eyes reveals his head to be thrown backward and the muscles in his neck corded tight. His fingers dig into my scalp, and then relax in spasms. His hips gyrate underneath of me with need, and I move up and down on his warm, slick shaft.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck … coming … fuck … I'm coming," Wyatt groans and pushes down hard on my head. I suck him in extra deep, feel the first shot of him against the back of my throat, and I take every bit of him down. His breathing is erratic … sharp blasts of air that I can feel fluttering against my hair. I softly lick against his skin before pulling away from him … terrified to look up in his eyes.
He doesn't give me a chance to face my cowardice though because his hands come under my armpits and he's hauling me up his body. His mouth meets mine brutally, and his tongue dives in deep. Wyatt kisses me savagely … so invasive I feel him everywhere, and my fingers clutch hard onto his t-shirt.
I'm dazed … aching … confused over how much pleasure I took in that. Wyatt pulls back slightly, bringing his lips to my ear. "You didn't have to fucking do that," he growls, and I'm surprised at how much rage I hear in his voice.
Pushing down on his chest, I rise up from the floor, gain my balance, and stare down at him. His eyes are blazing, but I know his face is blocked from the camera.
"I'm sorry," I blurt out softly, unsure of what to do.
His eyes harden further, and he grits out. "Too far. Too fucking far, Andrea."
I know he's seriously pissed and it sucks … because that's the first time he's used my real name, so I know he's serious. I know he's angry. I know Wyatt is angry … not Raze.
He surges up from the chair, tucking himself back in and zipping up his jeans. Grabbing me by the arm, he steers me toward the office door. With both of our backs to the camera, he says, "Sale is tomorrow. I'll be by your apartment later to discuss it. Now get back to work."
He gives me a little push out of the door and then it's closing in my face. I stare at the scarred wood and faded brass plate that says "Office," my eyes misting with emotional tears. I blink hard, push them back, and square my shoulders.
Fuck, that didn't go well at all.
Turning around, I run smack into Lance coming out of the security office. Just as Wyatt predicted, he was in there watching.
"Good girl," he murmurs as he reaches out and rubs a thumb over my bottom lip. "I think you'll do just fine."
I give him a tremulous smile. "Thank you, and again … I'm sorry about earlier."
"No worries, baby. Now get back out there. I believe you're on stage in about fifteen minutes."
My stomach pitches at the thought of doing yet another dance, but then a surge of relief washes through me. Wyatt said the sale is set for tomorrow night. We're on the verge of making this happen. One thing is for sure, tomorrow night … it will all be over.
Chapter 9
Wyatt
After pushing the door closed on Andrea, I walk back over to the chair I had just vacated and plop back down in it. Rubbing my hands vigorously over my face, I take a deep breath and let it out in slow frustration.