As I walked back to the booth I saw Wyatt had bought more drinks. I slid in next to him, his hand going on my thigh.
“Thanks for making me feel better.” He smiled at me, passing me my drink.
“Not a problem.” I moved closer, moving his chin so he was facing me. “I don’t know what she did to you but I want you to know it wasn’t your fault.” My voice was quiet and he let out a breath, a small smile on his face.
“Thanks, I need to remind myself of that.”
“When did you split up?” I asked, taking a sip of my drink.
“Like two years ago,” he shrugged. “Then I’ve just been doing clubs. Gives me best of both worlds I suppose. I get to fuck beautiful women but I don’t have to talk to them.” He laughed and I smiled at him, knowing how that felt.
“You talk to me all the time there.” I teased him.
“That’s a big deal for me though. I have to gear myself up. When I asked if you wanted to go into the private room I was shitting it!” He put his head back, laughing. “I just don’t get how someone as beautiful as you wants to talk to me. I don’t usually even make the first move. Before I met you there I’ve been loads of times and nothing.” My brow crossed, the minute I saw Wyatt I knew I needed him. I wasn’t sure why every woman didn’t think the same.
“Really? Some of them women are fucking blind.” I joked.
“Not all of them are as confident as you. That’s why I think I was drawn to you.” His eyes were on mine.
“I know what I want,” I shrugged, chuckling. “To be honest dudes aren’t really my thing in clubs. Can I tell you another secret?” I put my legs over his, my arm around his neck.
“Of course,” he was laughing lightly.
“I’ve never fucked a dude in a club.” He looked up at me, his face crinkled.
“I don’t get you.” He looked confused and I groaned, embarrassed I was going to have to spell this out.
“I’ve sucked dick, been eaten out the rest of it but I’ve never had a penis inside of me in a club.” I could feel my cheeks burning. Wyatt put his head backing, laughing.
“You’re full of shit.” He wiped under his eye.
“What?!” I sat up, giggling. “Why would I lie about that?” Wyatt turned to me, my legs dropping. His arm was at the back of the booth seat, staring into my face.
“You’re telling me you’ve been going to sex clubs for what?”
“Two years,” I shrugged.
“And never actually had sex, sex with a dude.” I nodded, laughing at his face. “Gabby, stop.”
“I’m not lying! Believe it or not even though I’m a whore.” I rolled my eyes as I spoke.
“You’re not a whore.” His face went serious.
“Do you prefer women?” He cut me off. I shook my head.
“No, I don’t think so. You’re not understanding.” I shook my head, hoping I wasn’t coming across too strong. “I prefer the person Wyatt. I think somebody putting their penis inside you is a big deal, I like to reserve my pussy for the best.” I shrugged, grabbing my drink. He went quiet for a minute, looking into my face.
“Wait, wait, wait.” He shook his head and I pushed his arm playfully.
“What are you not getting?” I laughed.
“I’m not getting that for two years.” He put two of his fingers up to me and I rolled my eyes. “You could have fucked any dude in that place. I get why you didn’t but what I don’t get is why you then fucked me.” He looked truly baffled and he actually broke my heart a little, he actually thought that low of himself. “Not only did you fuck me.” He was still talking and I moved closer, my hand on his thigh. “You’ve fucked me loads of times.”
“Yeah,” I shrugged. “And I want to fuck you again.” I told him bluntly. “Stop it.” I put my hand on his arm. “Just stop it.” I looked at him firmly. “I’m not going to keep telling you that I want to do these things with you. So believe it or fuck off.” I gave him a smirk, my arms crossed.
“I’ll shut up.” He smiled.
“No, don’t do that!” I laughed and he ran his hand down my cheek. “When can I see your shop?” I asked.
“Whenever you want. I’m torn, I really want to tattoo you but your skin is so perfect it doesn’t need anything.” His eyes were on my chest and he looked up at me and my grin.
“Did you want another drink or did you want to go somewhere else?” I asked him, knowing what I wanted.
“We can go to the club if you want.” Wyatt finished his drink.
“Nah, come to mine.” I grinned at him.
“Are you sure?” His brow was crossed.
“Very.” I dragged his hand out of the booth.
Wyatt’s hands were up my dress as we were in my building’s lift. I was on the eighth floor and I was glad of that, he could feel me up in any fucking lift. “Wyatt,” I giggled, pushing him back. We both were definitely merry at the least and my heart and my pussy nearly burst as I heard him laugh in my ear.
“How have I got a constant hard on around you?” His words made me giggle harder and I turned my body around to him.
“Because I’m sexy,” I shrugged, pulling him out of the lift.
“True, very true.” He slapped my arse as I put my key in the door. I turned around and dragged him in, undoing his shirt. “Alright Gabby fucking hell.” He kicked my door shut. My cheeks hurt from my smile, I didn’t know if it was because of the booze or the sex but he seemed more relaxed, coming out of himself more.
“You don’t want me?” I asked him, dragging him by his collar into my tiny bedroom.
“Did I not just complain about this fucking hard on?” He asked, smiling. I sat on the bed, undoing his jeans, as I pushed them and his boxers down his dick nearly took my eye out. I looked up, rolling my hand over him as he took his shirt off.
“Arghh!” I threw my head back. I had fucked a lot of people in my thirty one years, a lot. Man or woman, Wyatt was the sexiest person I’ve ever had the good fortune of having in bed.
“What?” He chuckled.
“I can just cum looking at you,” I muttered.
“Well, we know I can cum from looking at you. Let’s see if what you say is true.” He kissed my lips gently making me squeal in delight. We were doing that again? “You have a dildo?” He asked me.
“Obviously,” I rolled my eyes.
“Get it so I can watch you fuck yourself.” His hand was rolling over his erection, it throbbing in his hand. I crawled to the top of my bed, opening one of my black drawers on my bedside table. I had quite the collection and picked out my favourite, an eight inch pink sparkly dildo. It reminded me of Wyatt’s dick, the same shape and size. I pulled my dress off over my head and crawled back over to him. Wyatt moved my feet to his thighs and I lent on my elbow, staring up at him. I moved my knickers to the side, slowly pushing the dildo into my wet pussy.
“Fuck!” I shouted, my eyes on him. Wyatt’s hand returned to his dick, rolling it up and down. I moved my eyes to it, pushing the dildo in and out of me slowly. My clit already felt like it was going to explode and I had that prickling feeling in my lower stomach. “You’re going to make me squirt.” I giggled at him, looking up.
“I’m not even fucking touching you.” Wyatt smiled at me, his free hand grabbing the bottom of the dildo. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered and I nodded, moving my hands over my breasts. Wyatt was a lot quicker than me, slamming the dildo as deep as it would go. I started panting, watching his face as he got closer to cumming. His face was screwed up, his mouth slightly open. “Gabby I’m going to cum all over you. Shit.” His jaw got tight, his eyes closed. I really hope he did, the thought helping me along. I grabbed his wrist when he turned the dildo as he pushed it into me. I could not stop moaning, I was starting to piss myself off. This was without a doubt the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking done and I let out a scream.
“Your pussy is pushing it out.” Wyatt laughed, his face looked happy. My pussy was throbbing as Wyatt moved his head closer to me. I ran my finger along his bottom lip. He read my mind and opened his mouth, two of my fingers going into his mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I breathed out. Moving them back to my clit.
“I’m going to cum baby,” he whispered in my ear, his voice strained. I nodded, quickening my pace against my clit.
“Arghhh fuck!” I shut my eyes, my whole body exploding. My pussy pushed out the dildo and I looked up at him, his eyes dark.
“I thought you were going to squirt?” He asked.
“I thought I did.” I laughed, looking down. I moved my legs, my face inches from Wyatt’s dick. I couldn’t help myself and played with his balls.
“Gabby!” He shouted and he sounded slightly pissed off. “Fuck, fuck.” He was cuming and I lapped my tongue over his tip, his cum bursting onto my tongue. “I can’t fucking breathe,” he whispered as I swallowed him, looking up.
“Come and lay down with me,” I smiled and he nodded, out of breath.