“Funny you should say that,” he says. “Now, close your eyes. And keep them closed.”
I look at him for a long moment, a flicker of uncertainty passing through me. But it passes quickly and I do as he asks, tipping my head back and closing my eyes. Wyn places one hand on my forehead and the other on my belly. I fight the temptation to open my eyes and look at him, to see what he's doing.
But as I stand there, I feel a heat upon my skin where he's touching me. It's a warmth that builds slowly and as it builds, I feel a tingling that starts in my skin and then begins to spread throughout my body. As that sensation washes through me, a feeling of peace and calm descend over me – and all of those dark, greasy feelings are washed away. After a few moments, I feel like brand new. Maybe even better than new.
“Okay,” he says. “You can open your eyes.”
I stand there, taking stock of myself for a moment, and then turn my eyes to him. I feel good. Really good. No nausea. No sick, greasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's all just – gone. And I feel fantastic.
“What did you do to me?” I ask. “Are you some kind of reiki yoga healer or something?”
He laughs softly. “Something like that,” he says. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing. I seriously feel amazing,” I say. “Seriously, what did you do?”
He shrugs. “Took your mind off things.”
Still as evasive as ever. “One of these days, we're going to sit down and you're going to tell me everything I want to know.”
“We can do that,” he says.
“So really, what's up?” I ask. “What brings you by?”
“Uh, just checking on you,” he says. “Just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“And you couldn't have called or texted?”
“And miss a chance to see your beautiful face?” he asks.
“Oh, now you're just trying to butter me up.”
He shrugs. “Maybe,” he says. “Actually – I just wanted to see you.”
“You could have picked a better time,” I say. “Like when I'm actually presentable.”
“You look fantastic to me,” he says.
And before I know it, Wyn has closed the distance between us and pulled me to him. My heart speeds up as he looks down at me with eyes that glimmer and sparkle like the Caribbean Sea on a Summer day.
There's a moment between us that's filled with anticipation. With yearning. And with something more – something I can't put my finger on, but something I can feel. And I can see by the look in Wyn's eyes that he feels it too.
He leans down and presses his lips to mine, sending a jolt of electricity along my every nerve ending. As his tongue slips into my mouth and I feel the fires of passion ignite within me, a snippet of my dream flashes into my mind – Nyro's face and those glowing golden eyes along with his words.
Stay away from the Dragonborn.
I push it away, so caught up in the sensation of Wyn's hands on my body and his mouth pressed to mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Wyn
It was pure and utter impulse that made me grab Kaitlyn and kiss her. But when my lips touch hers, I feel explosions of light going off in my head. As she wraps her arms around the back of my neck and leans into the kiss, I feel the heat within me starting to rise.
I know I should pull back. I should step away and not indulge in this with Kaitlyn. But the feel of her hands on me, her tongue in my mouth – it sends flame dancing along my skin and I can't stop. Or at least, I don't want to stop.
Pushing her up against the wall, I press my body against hers, deeping our kiss. She moans softly as our tongues swirl and dance within her mouth, running her hands through my hair. I pull back and start to lift her shirt. Kaitlyn raises her arms and allows me to slip her shirt off. I toss it to the side and take her breasts in my hand.
Circling the nipple of her breast with the thumb of one hand, I lean down and take the stiff nipple of the other into my mouth. I lick and suck on it gently as she moans, giving my hair a gentle tug. I watch her as I suck and knead her breasts. Her head is back, her eyes are closed and she's moaning softly.
“You are so beautiful, Kaitlyn,” I whisper. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met.”
She kisses me hard, crushing her face against mine and forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. She runs her hands down and grabs my ass, pulling me even tighter against her, groaning as my hard cock presses against her.
I run the tip of my tongue down her neck, trailing it down her chest, until I'm circling her nipple with my tongue again. Her breath quickens though, when I slide my tongue down her stomach, teasing her belly button. I sink to my knees, taking her yoga pants down with me. I slide them down her thighs, trailing my fingertips along her soft, smooth skin. When I have them down to her ankles, Kaitlyn steps out of her pants and I toss them over to where her shirt is.
I kiss her stomach, running my hands up the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass and squeezing it. I raise her leg and put it on my shoulder, leaning forward and she gasps loudly when I run tongue along her swollen, wet lips. My fingers pressing into the flesh of her ass, I pull her toward me at the same moment I plunge my tongue deep inside of her.
“Oh, Jesus, Wyn,” she cries out, her voice breathy. “Oh God, yes.”
I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue as I slide a finger into the warm, wet center of her. Her hands are in my hair, pulling and tugging as I work her pussy with my tongue and fingers. I lick and suck on her clit while I slide my fingers in slow and deep.
Her body tenses and she calls out my name as I take her clit into my mouth, sucking on it, gently nipping at it as I plunge my fingers harder and faster into her. Kaitlyn pushes my head harder against her as she grinds herself against my mouth, her breathing growing ragged, her cries louder and more insistent.
I work my two fingers into her hard and fast as I suck on her clit a little more roughly. Her moans echo around her apartment and she's moving her hips faster against my mouth. And then with one final cry that comes out a little choked and stuttered, her body begins to shudder. She grips my hair tightly and draws in a deep breath as her orgasm tears through her.
I feel her pulsing around my fingers as she comes and I feel my own arousal growing. Eventually, her orgasm subsides and her breathing gradually slows. She puts her leg back down on the ground and pulls me to my feet. She looks deep into my eyes and then leans forward, kissing me with a fire and passion that sends jolts of electricity running through me.
Kaitlyn takes my hand and leads me to the living room. She doesn't speak, she just looks at me with those dark, smoldering eyes. She remains silent as she pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. Kaitlyn trails her fingertips down the skin of my chest, leaning forward and running the tip of her tongue around my nipples.
Looking back up at me, she kisses me again, forcing her tongue into my mouth as she grabs my cock through my pants, giving it a hard squeeze that makes my breath catch in my throat. Still not speaking, she unbuttons my pants and slides them down. I kick off my shoes and step out of my jeans, kicking them to the side.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” she finally says.
Grabbing my hard cock, she grips it tightly at the base and starts to stroke me. I moan softly as she runs her hand up and down my shaft. Guiding me by the dick, Kaitlyn turns me around and roughly pushes me down onto the couch. She quickly straddles me and kisses me deeply.
Breaking our kiss, she looks at me as she sits up and grabs hold of my cock, guiding it to her hot, wet little opening. Kaitlyn bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut, a look of absolute rapture on her face as she teases her clit with the head of my cock. She trembles and shudders as she rubs it harder against her.
But then she opens her eyes and looks at me again and with a sultry little smile, slides the head of my cock inside of her. Kaitlyn lowers herself down, slowly taking me into her. And when I am fully sheathed inside of her, she begins t
o rock her hips, moving up and down on me. I lean my head back against her couch and moan softly as she rides me.
“Look at me,” she says. “I want you to watch me.”
I open my eyes and connect with hers as she grips my shoulders and starts to move faster. Harder. It's not long before she's bouncing up and down on my cock, crying out as she impales herself upon me over and over. I cup her ass, squeezing it, and drawing a surprised yelp from her as I give it a firm smack.
“Yes, baby,” she gasps. “Again.”
I smack her ass harder, the crack of my hand meeting her flesh blending with our cries of passion that echo around her apartment. She presses her forehead against mine, her gaze still locked with mine burning with intensity. Kaitlyn's nails dig into my shoulders as she fucks me, drawing a hiss from me, the blend of pain and pleasure not entirely unpleasant.
Her body tenses and Kaitlyn suddenly throws her head back, letting loose with a cry of ecstasy so loud, I'm sure the people on the street below us can hear it. The trembling and shuddering of her body is violent, but the smile on her face is wide. As her pussy pulses and throbs around my cock, she leans her forehead against mine again, riding out the waves of pleasure by looking into my eyes.
She smiles at me, biting her bottom lip, a flirtatious glint in her eyes. “It's your turn, Wyn,” she purrs.
Climbing off of my lap, she drops down to her knees before me. Sliding between my legs, she grabs hold of my cock, still slick and wet with her juices, and gives me a few good, hard strokes. Kaitlyn leans forward and runs the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. Still gripping my cock firmly around the base, she licks down one side of my hard shaft and then up the other.
“I can't wait to taste you,” she says.
Kaitlyn never breaks eye contact with me as she takes my cock into her mouth. She uses her hand and mouth in tandem, stroking and sucking me at the same time. With her other hand, she cups my balls and gives them a firm squeeze as she tightens her lips around my shaft and sucks me harder.
I watch her sucking me, aroused like I've never been aroused before, feeling the pressure already building up low within me. She's sucking and stroking hard and fast. My pulse quickens and my breathing is growing ragged.
“Jesus, Kaitlyn,” I croak. “You feel amazing.”
I see a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, but she never breaks stride, sucking and stroking me like she has something to prove. My hands are in her hair, pulling and tugging at it, the sensations rocketing through me. My every nerve ending feels like its on fire and I'm struggling to hold back, wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as possible.
Kaitlyn tightens her grip on my cock with her mouth and hand, working my pole even more vigorously. I clench my teeth and tighten my body, but I know it's no use. I grunt and suck in a long breath as my cock begins to throb in her mouth. She lets out a moan as I fill her mouth with my seed. I feel like I'm burning from the inside out as she looks me in the eye, sucking every last drop of my spunk out of me. And when I'm spent, she swallows it all down, licking her lips, and smiling.
I pull her to me and kiss her hard. Kaitlyn wraps her arms around me and I pull her down onto the wide, soft couch. We lay side by side, reveling in the feeling of having our bodies pressed so closely together. She puts her head on my chest and runs her fingertips across my chest as I stroke her back. We say nothing for long moments, just enjoying being with each other.
I don't understand it and never saw it coming, but Kaitlyn just feels right. There is such a fire and ferocity in her – one that I've never seen or felt in another woman before – and it draws me to her. Bonds me to her. It feels like we've unlocked something within each other – like missing pieces of a puzzle inside each of us have suddenly and very unexpectedly fallen into place.
When we hear the sound of a key in the lock on the front door, our eyes grow wide and we look at each other for a long moment, frozen, not sure what to do. Clumsily, I grab the blanket that's sitting on the back of the couch, struggling to open it, as the door opens. I barely have us covered when Kaitlyn's roommate steps into the apartment – and does a double-take when she sees us naked, intertwined, and barely covered up, sprawled out on the couch.
She's holding a bag and a tray with a couple of cups of what looks like tea or coffee, staring at us with an inscrutable expression on her face. The three of us share a long, awkward moment of silence.
“Well, this is new,” she finally says, smiling and shaking her head. “I guess you're feeling better, huh babe?”
Chapter Fifteen
Kaitlyn
“Well, that wasn't awkward or anything,” I say.
Ashley laughs as she hands me a cup of tea. “I'm just glad I didn't walk in on you two mid-act,” she says and then gives me a flirty little smile. “I may have had to join in.”
Wyn is dressing in my room and I'd rummaged around, finally finding my pants and shirt, tugging them on quickly in front of Ashley. We dress in front of each other all the time, so it's no big deal. But for all of his cockiness and swagger, when Ashley walked in on us, Wyn's cheeks turned bright red and he looked like a kid who'd been caught fooling around with a girl in the basement by his parents.
It was actually kind of adorable.
“So – you do know I expect all the gory details later,” she says.
I smile. “I know you do.”
“And since I had to bear witness to – that,” she says. “You can't say no. You owe me now.”
“I actually think you're disappointed you didn't get to watch.”
She shrugs. “Maybe a little,” she says. “Would have been a way better use of my time than that fucking audition.”
I grab her hand and squeeze it gently. “I'm so sorry,” I say. “That bad?”
She nods. “Yeah, pretty much,” she says. “But hey, I'm not gonna get all the roles, right?”
“Exactly,” I say. “You're going to nail the next one.”
“Damn right.”
Wyn steps into the living room, pulling his shirt down and running a hand through his hair. I notice that he still can't look Ashley in the eye, which makes me laugh and shake my head. Like I said, adorable. Ashley's not going to let him off the hook that easily though – I can see the mischievous look in her eyes.
“So – Wyn,” she says. “Nice to see you again. But you didn't need to go to all the trouble of getting dressed again on my account. We're all friends here, right?”
He clears his throat again. “Yeah, nice to see you again too.”
“And, what are your intentions for my girl, here?”
He looks from her to me, his expression practically begging for me to jump in and save him. But I'm amused – and Ashley wants to have her fun, of course. I take a long sip of the tea she'd brought me and look at him, a grin on my face.
“M – my intentions?”
“Yeah,” Ashley says. “Are you planning on her being a booty call? A friends with benefits thing? Or are you interested in maybe dating her? Marrying her? Starting a family together? You know, your intentions. I need to know this.”
He looks at me and I can see some of the color coming back into his face. He knows that Ashley is screwing with him and I can see some of his cockiness and swagger coming back. Her walking in on us had knocked him off his game, but he's not the kind of guy who stays down too long.
“Kaitlyn told me you were a little bit older,” he says, a smirk on his face. “But I didn't realize you were old enough to be her mother.”
She shrugs. “Oh, you know, a concerned friend who's actually not that much older can cut your pecker off and stick it down the garbage disposal so they can't reattach it every bit as easily as a mother can. Just so you know.”
Wyn laughs and shakes his head. “I have no doubt,” he says. “As far as my intentions go, we'll have to see about that. Right now, we have a bigger problem we need to deal with. It's the reason I stopped by in the firs
t place. I was going to tell you about it but we – got distracted.”
“You mean, you boned on my couch,” Ashley says.
“That's certainly a more – colorful way of putting it, sure,” he says.
“So, what did you want to talk about before we got distracted and boned on the couch?” I ask, throwing a little more salt on the wound.
His expression changes a bit and I suddenly see concern in his eyes. “You're in danger,” he says. “And I need to protect you.”
Ashley laughs and claps her hands. “You've got it ass-backwards, Wyn. Usually, you start off with that line,” she says. “You've already boned, so you don't need –”
He shakes his head and the look of concern on his face grows, which sends an uneasy feeling worming its way through me. I don't know why, but I believe him when he says that I'm in danger and that he's there to protect me. And it's a belief that sets my nerves on edge and my pulse racing.
“Who am I in danger from?” I ask.
“Nyro,” he says flatly. “And if you stay here, you might be in danger too, Ashley. Which is why I want you both to come with me.”
“Seriously?” Ashley asks.
“There are some things you need to know. To understand,” Wyn says. “And the best way for you to understand is for you to see something with your own eyes. Believe me, it will save a lot of time and hassle.”
Ashley and I share a look and I can see the open skepticism on her face. “I think we should go with him,” I say. “I don't think he's bullshitting us. I believe him.”
Ashley looks at me for a long moment before nodding, a look of uncertainty mixed with a little fear crossing her features.
“Pack enough clothing for a few days,” he says. “I'm going to take you someplace safe.”
He looks out the window and I see the look of concern on his face deepen. It's full dark out and for some reason, that seems to make him nervous. I nudge Ashley and give her a nod.
“Let's go pack,” I say.
An ominous feeling saturates the air around us. I don't know if it's because Wyn is putting off nervous energy – or I am – or if it's something else, but there is suddenly something dark and oppressive in the room with us. It's so thick that even Ashley seems to feel it. She nods and then heads off to her room.
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