Light My Fire

“But—” I start.

Wyatt parts my thighs and settles between them. He lifts his fingers, that were just in my pussy, to his lips and slides them into his mouth. He sucks on them, watching me.

My pussy tingles.

“Do you have a question, Brooke?” he asks.

“Um…” Do I? I prop up on my elbows. “Can you take your clothes off?” I’d really like to see him naked.

He grins and sits up slightly, pulling off his shirt.

God, that is a gorgeous sight. He’s all tan skin, etched muscle, and ink. I want to study the tattoos on both upper arms and shoulders. He’s just beautiful and I want to feel all of that against all of me.

“More,” I say.

He shakes his head. “Not until I’m ready to fuck you.”

I frown. “But we’re doing that, right? Tonight? Soon?”

“Damn, I love you greedy,” he says, settling back between my thighs. “We are doing that tonight, yes. But how long you have to wait depends on how quickly you come on my tongue.”

“Come on your tongue?” I ask.

His grin is full and so arrogant. “Yes, Brooke. On. My. Tongue.” His brow furrows slightly. “Don’t you read romance novels? Or watch porn or anything?”

My mouth drops open, but then I tell him honestly, “I study a lot. Vet school isn’t easy. And I volunteer. And I work a little when I can. And I⁠—”

“Okay, shhh,” he tells me, kissing up my inner thigh. “I get it. No judgment. I’m so fucking thrilled to introduce you to this.”

“This what?”

“Licking your pussy until you come again,” he says bluntly. “It’s like your vibrator or my fingers. Your pretty little clit is going to love it.”

I start to respond—with what I have no idea—but he lowers his head and just shows me what he means.

And… Oh. My. God.

I fall back onto the mattress, my entire body melting, and everything in my world narrowing to Wyatt Doherty’s tongue between my legs.

He licks, sucks, licks again, flicks, sucks some more. Then he adds his fingers. Those two amazingly thick, long, knowing fingers.

And I come apart in less than five minutes.

The orgasm feels deeper somehow than the first. It rolls over me, heating every inch of my body, and making me almost sob.

“Wyatt! Oh my god! Wyatt!”

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he tells me, crawling up my body. “Let ‘em hear you.”

I slap a hand over my mouth. That was pretty loud, and there are two other people in the house.

He pulls my hand away, chuckling. “Oh, no. You scream out my name, girl. It’s not like they don’t know what’s going on up here. I want them to know I’m doing what they sent me up here to do.”

I’m feeling the mix of endorphins hit my blood stream. I feel giddy and sexy and so excited about what’s to come. I wrap my arms around his neck as he stretches out over me, his bare chest finally against mine. His heat seeps into me, the light hair on his chest abrades my nipples, and I kiss him deeply.

I realize I can taste myself on his lips and at first, my instinct is to draw away. But then, for some reason, I open my mouth and slide my tongue into his.

He groans and strokes his tongue deep into my mouth and I definitely taste what he just did.

His hand tangles in my hair, and he pulls my head back, staring into my eyes. “You doing okay?”

“So much better than okay,” I tell him, my breathing ragged.

“Good.”

I hesitate only a second before asking, “What did Jackson and Luke send you up here to do exactly?”

His grin is slow and sexy. “Rock your fucking world.”

I return his grin. “Yeah, you’re doing that then.”

He kisses me again, but then pushes back, kneeling between my knees again. His gaze sweeps over me. “Damn, but you look good, all soft and sated and wet and pink.”

I blush but I don’t make any move to close my legs. I couldn’t anyway, considering he’s positioned between them and doesn’t seem at all inclined to move, but also, he’s been very up close and personal with the part of my body he’s now studying. It would be silly to try to cover up now.

Then he pushes off the end of the bed.

“Hey!” I protest.

But his hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Oh,” I say softly as I realize he’s undressing the rest of the way.

My heart starts thundering. I prop up to watch.

He pushes his sweatpants down. He’s not wearing underwear and his long, thick, hard cock is evident immediately.

I stare.

I can’t help it.

I’ve seen pictures but…

“Is this your first actual in-person view of a cock?” he asks, moving back up onto the bed.

I nod. If it’s impolite to stare at a man’s erect cock and not look at his face again once he takes his pants off, I’m breaking every etiquette rule here.

So I dive in and ask, “Can I touch you?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Please.”

He moves up beside me and stretches out. I reach out and rest my hand on his chest first, running it over the hot skin and hard muscle I’ve been ogling every chance I get.

“God, you’re so hot,” I mutter.

“Thanks.”

When I look up now, he’s grinning.

And now I want to see his reaction. He seems very intent on studying my face when he touches me.

I run my hand down to his abs. They jump and clench under my hand. “You’re in amazing shape.”

“Have to be,” he says shortly. He looks like he’s gritting his teeth.

I smile and run my hand up and down the bumps of his abs. “Have you ever been on a firefighter calendar?”

“Once.” Again, his answer is clipped.

“What month?”

“July.”

I stroke my hand a little lower. “Oh, nice. A really hot month. That makes sense.”

“Brooke,” he grinds out.

“Yeah?”

“Wrap that beautiful hand around my cock.”

I love when he just says it like it is. I do as I’m told, sliding lower and taking him in my fist.

His breath hisses out and I feel a surge of excitement at how affected he seems. I love that feeling of power.

“Now what?” I ask.

He wraps his big hand around mine and moves it up and down the length of his cock. “Stroke me,” he says. “Squeeze a little.”

I do. He groans. “Yes.”

“What else?” I ask. I love making him feel good.

“So much,” he says. “But not now. I need to be inside you. We have all night for other things.”

I need to be inside you.

Those six words cause a heat to sweep through me like he dunked me back into the hot tub.

“Okay,” I say breathlessly.

He rolls over me. He grins down. “Okay.” He kisses me, shifting between my thighs.

I part my legs and he settles against me, the length of his cock pressing against my pussy. That pressure against my clit feels delicious. I shiver and wrap my arms around him, pulling him even closer. I lift my hips and wiggle, instinctively trying to rub against that thick, hot length.

“Hang on, sweet thing,” he says. “Hang on.” He pushes up.

“Wait, what?”

“Condom,” he says, rolling off the bed. He looks back at me. “Condoms,” he amends.

“Oh.” I laugh softly. “Right.”

He strides, naked, into the en suite bathroom.

I blatantly gawk at his tight ass as he moves. Damn, this guy is so gorgeous.

I would want him to be my first because of how sweet, and funny, and caring, and self-assured he is, but the fact that he is just outright hot is such a nice addition.

He returns quickly, carrying a strip of condoms. He tosses them onto the bed beside me, but I barely notice because I can’t look away from his cock. And the way he carries himself with such confidence.

He climbs back onto the bed between my legs, his gaze locked on mine. He reaches for a condom, rips it open, and rolls it down the length of his erection.

He blows out a breath. “You ready for me, Brooke?”

I nod. “So ready, Wyatt.” I wiggle on the mattress. “Really.”

He looks so serious as he leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of me. “God, I’m so…” He trails off. “I’m so glad to be here with you like this.”

My heart squeezes. I lift my hand to his face. “I’m so glad I waited until this could be you.”

I see emotions flicker through his eyes, then he leans over, kisses me hard, then shifts back, and says, “Guide me in, sweet thing.”

I look down at his cock, then reach out and wrap my hand around him.

He groans. “Yes, Brooke, let me in.”

I tip my hips a little as I bring him forward. He presses closer and I feel the tip of him at my entrance.

“Might hurt a little,” he says. “I think? I’m not sure.” He gives me a little smile. “I’ll make up for it.”

“You already have,” I tell him. I put my hands on his ass and pull him close. “I want you, Wyatt. I’m ready.”

He breathes out again, and then slowly presses forward. He slides into me. It’s a strange feeling. Tight. A stretching. It’s good. Then a little painful. Then I shift a little and it’s better. Then it gets even tighter. I realize I’m breathing fast. I look up into his face and see how tight his jaw is.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He’s staring at me, and he lets out a sharp laugh. “Um… barely hanging on, to be honest.”

“Oh.” I frown. “What should I do?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s not bad. It’s… Jesus, you feel so fucking good. You’re squeezing me so good, Brooke. God, you’re… tight and hot and… I’m working on not thrusting and just… fucking your brains out.”

I can’t help it. I laugh.

“What?” he asks. “You’re laughing?”

“I’m just happy,” I assure him. “I love that you’re so into this. I want you to fuck my brains out.”

I swear even the bottoms of my feet are tingling.

He groans. “No. I can’t. Not this first time.” He stops and breathes. “We’ll… work up to that.”

I laugh again and wrap my arms around him. “Well, how about you just fuck me regular right now then?”

He tenses and I think I said something wrong. But then he drops his forehead to mine. “Hearing this pretty mouth say ‘fuck me’ is going to kill me.”

“No. You can’t die before you make me come again.”

His groan is louder and longer this time. “Hearing that is going to kill me, too.”

“Then just do it,” I say, feeling a surge of happiness and some kind of feminine power. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, and he sinks deeper.

We both groan.

There’s a little flash of pain but it fades quickly.

“Jesus, Brooke, baby, I need to move.”

“Yes, move,” I plead.

“Hang on.” He slips one hand under my ass and lifts me slightly.

Then he thrusts and I realize he’s just sunk in another couple of inches. And now he’s fully inside me. And yeah, wow, I feel full. And stretched. And a little uncomfortable.

“Brooke?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. Okay, maybe more than a little uncomfortable.

“Brooke?” He lifts his head.

I take a deep breath. “Just a second.”

“Jesus. Fuck. Dammit.”

He starts to move, but I clutch at his back. “Just a second.”

He stops, breathing hard.

“Kiss me?” I ask.

He finds my lips immediately, kissing me softly, then deeper. I lick my tongue along his lower lip and then slip it inside. He returns the strokes of my tongue and a rumble in his chest vibrates through me and I feel his hand running up and down my side. Otherwise, he’s still just like I asked.

I let myself relax. I focus on the feelings of his body against mine. How much he cares about this being good. I remember his fingers and his mouth where his huge cock is now, and I feel my inner muscles start to relax and heat.

After kissing for a couple of minutes, I pull back. “You can move now.”

He looks concerned. And that right there makes me sure.

“I’m sure, Wyatt,” I tell him before he even asks.

He holds his breath as he moves his hips in a small stroke.

“More,” I encourage, squeezing his ass.

He pulls out further, then sinks back in.

And yeah…that’s nice. I sigh. “Oh, yes, like that.”

That seems to encourage him. He takes an even longer stroke. I feel my hips arch closer on their own.

Another stroke and I feel the friction start tingles spreading.

“More, Wyatt.”

He strokes even longer, then picks up the pace. I gasp. “Oh, yes.”

“You’re good?” he asks, practically panting.

“So good.” I look up and meet his gaze. “This feels really good now.”

“Jesus, thank you god.” He laughs lightly, then leans in and kisses me. He drags his mouth to my jaw, then down my neck. “I’m sorry it was so tight, but you’re doing so good,” he praises. “You’re taking me so well.”

Those are magic words. My pussy clenches around him and I gasp.

“Oh, you like that?” he asks, against my neck. I feel him smile.

“Yes, talk to me some more,” I tell him.

“Gladly. You’re so tight and you feel so fucking good.”

He thrusts again and I feel the ripples of pleasure deep, deep inside.

“This tight, sweet body is taking all of me now. You’re such a good, good girl. I know it’s so tight, darling, but god this is so good. You’re milking me so well. I just want to fill this hot cunt up over and over again.”

Heat and lust rush through me. “Oh, god, Wyatt.” I dig my fingers into his ass.

“Yes, sweet thing, that’s right. Say it again. Tell me who’s fucking you first and so, so well.”

“Wyatt,” I gasp.

“That’s it. The first cock to stretch this perfect cunt is mine and you’re not gonna forget that.”

He’s thrusting deep and slow, and I feel it everywhere, I swear.

“Faster, Wyatt,” I say. It’s just a feeling. I want more.

He picks up the pace. “Oh, that’s my girl,” he says.

My whole body feels melty at that.

“That’s my girl, taking it all, wanting more.”

“Yes, please, harder.”

“Jesus,” he groans.

But he does as I ask and he starts fucking me faster and harder. His huge hand still grips my ass, lifting me against him as he thrusts forward. I grip his ass and hang on.

“Yes, Wyatt, yes!”

“I could fuck you for days and not get enough of you.”

I feel my orgasm gather quickly, tight and hot, deep in my pelvis. “Wyatt!”

He tips me somehow and his pubic bone hits my clit as he thrusts, and after only three more strokes, I’m coming apart.

“Yes, oh! Wyatt!” I call out, loudly, without thought.

“Fuck, Brooke! Fuck!” His entire body tenses and he grips me tightly, then he roars my name one more time. “Brooke!”

He holds himself still, breathing hard, staring down at me.

I can’t think of anything to say.

Except maybe when can we do that again?

I’m sure I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. That was worth it.

And I want more.

Finally, he grins and lets go of my ass. His hand comes up, and he brushes my hair back from my face. “So…that’s vanilla, missionary sex.”

I start laughing, and he lowers himself to my side. “I don’t believe you. That was vanilla?”

“Yep. Seriously.”

I look over at him. “Wow. I didn’t realize I was such a fan of vanilla. I always get caramel, or lemon, when given a choice.”

He rolls in, kisses my neck, and growls. “I’ll give you caramel and lemon.”

“Oh, good.”

“Be right back.” He pads into the bathroom. I hear water running. Then he comes back into the room.

He crawls up into bed with me, snuggles in behind me, and pulls me back, spooning me, his hand splayed over my stomach.

“Wait. Are we done?”

He nuzzles his face against the back of my neck. “Give me a chance to catch my breath, greedy girl. Then I’m here to service you all night. Or until your pussy cries mercy.”

I grin and wiggle my ass against his cock.

He grips my hip. “Did I create a monster?”

“I think maybe you did. That was…” I sigh. “Amazing.”

“Fucking love that,” he says against my shoulder.

“Thank you, Wyatt,” I say softly.

He squeezes my hip and kisses my shoulder. “Best night of my life, Brooke.”