Crown and Anchor Series: Book 1-4

by Kerri Ann

  I like the lack of sight, but the waiting is killing me. My clit twitches in response as the cool air blows against the dampness in my panties. Every muscle in my body is anticipating whatever it is that Wyatt has in mind for me, and my mind reels with the possibilities.

  “Give me your hands, sweetheart.” Doing as I’m told, I wait. “This is going to be fun,” he murmurs.

  Taking each in his, I feel a soft, silken material run across my palms before he wraps it around my wrists. I feel him tighten them both into place, restraining me. Squirming a touch at the thought of him trussing me up like a toy to play with, he leaves me again.

  “I’m all dressed up like a present waiting to be opened.” Opening my legs wide, I wait for his ministrations.

  “Shush. I’m working here. Patience, lady.”

  “They say patience is a virtue. No one ever thought that while they were tied to a bed, soaking wet with need. Touch me, dammit.”

  A deep rumbling laugh leaves his chest. The suspense is killing me, and I know he’s enjoying every minute of it.

  “Wyatt, what are you doing? I’m cooling off and waiting on your devilish ideas.” I know his mind can be devilish. The dangerous mind of a dirty man can be…well, it can be dangerous.

  I hear everything. I listen to the sounds of Wyatt removing his belt, the zipper of his pants going down, then the whoosh of his pants hitting the floor. Heaven awaits me there. He’d texted me earlier in the day to tell me he’d be going commando today. Whenever my mind wandered, I thought about that. I was needy, greedy, and waiting on that cock to be all mine.

  Feeling the bed dip, he creeps up my body and our heated skin touches. “Hmm. What’s that?” Feeling his hardened cock bouncing against my leg, I decide to play along with his taunting. Pulling my knees up, giving him a show unlike any other, it easily distracts him.

  “Circe. Not fair, love.” He sucks in a breath. I can’t see him, but I know he’s primed and ready to go. It’s taunting not only me, but him as well.

  “Tonight, I’m giving you a part of me you haven’t seen. Can you handle that?” He asks seriously.

  “Whenever you are.”

  “Don’t take this lightly. It’s important to me, Circe.”

  “Show me, Wyatt. Show me who you really are.”

  I feel something cool brush across my leg, flicking back and forth, before it falls naturally against my skin.

  “Oh.” I’m not sure what it is, but it’s exciting. He glides it across my stomach, down my legs, then allows it to fall across my pussy. I groan and squeak in delight. If he keeps this up, I’m going fall apart before his dick is even inside me. Feathering it across my dampened panties a few more times, I start to moan like a whore in church. Dragging it across my budded nipples, I’m sure my face is full of the excitement I feel. Holding my breath, hoping for more, Wyatt doesn’t disappoint. I’m so turned on right now, I can’t even make coherent sounds.

  Slapping it against me, I bow my body off the bed. “Wyatt, please,” I beg. Hoping he’ll at least dip a finger in my pussy, or lick my nipples, I whine. Any further contact right now would be great.

  “Ah, Wyatt.” He dips his body and devours my mouth. The passion in his kiss is intense. Once he breaks away, he continues with his assault on me, kissing down my neck, along my collarbone, down to my needy breasts. He sucks and drags his teeth across each hardened peak, making me moan.

  Stroking and caressing my imprisoned body, he plays with the edge of my panties, toying with me. “I know you want quick, and I know your body will do as I request, but I don’t want fast. Not tonight. Fuck, not ever.”

  Fucker.

  “Asshole,” I laugh. He wants me humming with satisfaction. He wants to send me over the edge, and he wants me cussing and screaming as I come undone. Bastard.

  He slaps my pussy, hard. “Don’t hold back as I want to hear you.” In a total contradiction to what I want, he holds back.

  “Wyatt, I want it hard and fast, and I want it at least three times. I don’t care who gets off when, but I want off now.” Sex may be the only thing to drag him from that dark place, bringing him back from the brink of an episode as it claws to take hold, but I have needs too. Right now, my needs are to get off as many times as possible.

  “Wyatt, please,” I plead.

  “Not yet, Circe.” Gently and slowly, he edges the soft skin at the seam of my panties, slipping a finger into my moistness.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet. This for me?” he taunts.

  “You think?” I rock my hips forward, edging closer to him, trying to force him to give me more.

  “Lift your hips.” Rushing to obey his commands, I wait on bated breath. Rocking higher, he pulls at the waistband, shifting the tiny threaded material away from my body. Skimming the edge of my need, I sigh as he slides my panties down my thighs, stopping just low enough to hold my knees together. I’m trapped with no escape. Tonight, his need is for me to be powerless to his whims.

  Raising my legs, knees close to my head, he bends forward and begins to nip my lips, then parts them with his tongue. I scream out an unintelligible sound.

  “Fuck, Wyatt!” My back arches off the bed and I’m doing my damnedest to move, but he holds my legs in place. I want to spread wider for him, but my panties won’t let me.

  He sucks and pulls on my clit. Squirming in his hold, I’m able to twist and adjust so he has no choice but to touch all the right spots.

  “Please. Wyatt, please. I need more.” Hearing him hum his satisfaction at knowing I’m so close, I whine as he pushes his fingers inside to touch that spot that causes stars to explode behind my eyes. I’m seconds from falling apart, and all it will take is a lick or touch more.

  Pulling on the tight bud with his teeth, squeezing my nipples, I can’t last like this. “Oh, my god.” Feeling that blue heat rush through my body, it crests. My body tightens around his fingers and my legs pull in, trapping his head as I come harder than I think I ever have before. Having no sight certainly heightened the whole experience.

  Laughing to myself as Wyatt pulls one more time on my clit, I fall apart around him. Knowing that if he doesn’t move right away, I’ll come again immediately. My body is a greedy.

  “Again!” I’m edging that border between pain and pleasure as I pant harshly.

  “I want this tonight.” He slowly pushes a finger inside my ass as he flicks my clit with his tongue. Fuck! I crash around him, screaming and bucking against his face like a wild mare. Slowly pulling his finger out releases the pressure on my sex. He’s got to be loving that performance. My body isn’t calming down.

  Pulling the makeshift blindfold down, inch by inch, Wyatt licks his lips with a malevolent smile. “That was a thing of beauty, but I’m nowhere near done with you.” Rising to his knees, he peels my panties down the rest of the way and flings them across the room. Hearing them hit the table lamp, he kisses the seam of my mouth, taunting me even more. I’m not squeamish about my taste on his tongue. I’ve tasted him, and I find it erotic that we’re not afraid to share it.

  “Circe, I need to give you more of me. If I ask things of you, can you do them?” His face seems stern and dark.

  “If you have to show me more to give me more of you, then yes. Show me, Wyatt.”

  Reaching to the side table, he opens the drawer and pulls out a black rubber toy and lays it on the bed with a bottle of lube.

  “I won’t be able to show you everything I need, but if you’re patient, I’ll give you more and more as I think you can accept it.”

  Nodding my understanding, he smiles. It’s the kind that reaches every surface of his face, lighting him up from the inside out.

  He removes the ties from my wrists. All I want to do is touch him because I need it. I crave it, but I’ll wait to see what he wishes to give.

  “This is for me. I like the added fullness.” He looks almost afraid to ask, but I give him time to explain. “Can you give me what I need without question, Circe?”


  “Without question. Yes.”

  “Fine.”

  Moving, I sit up on the bed, awaiting his next move. Opening the bottle, he squeezes the lube onto the toy, and I watch as he coats it from top to bottom. I’ve never seen one of these before, and I think he can tell I’m very new at this toy play.

  “This is a plug, and I’ll show you what to do. It’s like it was with my finger inside your ass. It fills you, making the orgasm stronger, harder, and more powerful.” I listen intently as he explains this to me.

  “I can put it in myself, but I like it when my partner is involved.” Ah. I nod my understanding. Wyatt turns around and gives me his back. Knowing that he trusts me this much, I feel myself getting aroused again by this information. As he hands me the toy, I find myself excited at the idea of what it does.

  “Do you only have the one?” I ask, thinking I’d like to try it too.

  He says nothing at first, but when he does, his voice is gravelly and deep. “Yes, but are you sure?”

  “Yes. Show me more of you, Wyatt. Show me what it’s like.”

  He looks to make sure I’m truly ready for this. Once he sees that I am, he reaches into the side table and picks up a brand new packaged one. This one is much smaller, but no less daunting in thought. “Would you let me?” he asks, holding it up.

  Considering it’s new to me, I’m anxious to see what it will feel like. “I’d like to try it, for both of us.”

  “Fine. Turn over. Put that tight ass in the air for me.” Doing as instructed, I hear Wyatt suck in a fast breath.

  “Fuck. Siren, your ass is beautiful. I’m excited to be the first to touch it. I want to fuck it, but it’ll take you time to get there. This is a trainer.” I hear him rip the package and throw it to the floor. Lubing up the new toy, I anticipate the contact. The cool liquid coats my entrance before a slight pressure can be felt.

  As he slowly inserts it, bit by bit, I moan, enjoying the feel. “Fuck, Wyatt!” It feels just like he said; full. Moving it slightly, Wyatt bends forward to kiss my cheeks, inserting his fingers between the folds of my pussy.

  “Still fucking wet.” Trailing his fingers through my lips, twirling along my clit, he pushes his fingers inside my core and I pant my satisfaction.

  “My turn, Siren,” he says, fingering my greedy body.

  Rising up to my knees, I feel the pressure of everything. All of it causes my clit to twitch and pulse its happiness. Wyatt turns, placing his hands on the bedpost at the end and hands me the toy. “Stroke my cock as you insert it. I love the feel.”

  Reaching around to grasp that heavy tool of his, I lick my lips, anticipating the new adventure we’re partaking in together. Stroking in languid, long motions, I slowly insert it in his puckered ass. Pushing back against it, Wyatt growls out. Without looking at him, I can envision him nipping those lips of his, punishing them as he enjoys what’s to come. Once it’s fully seated, I drag my fingers through his hair, pulling his head backwards. “Fuck, Siren. I hope you know what you’re getting into with me.”

  Turning him, I drag him down for a mind-searing kiss. Our teeth clack, our tongues vie for attention, and we’re both so worked up, we nip and suck on each other’s lips.

  “Wyatt, can I have your cock now? Please, I can’t wait any longer.” With a look that I’m sure conveys sexually drugged on a high of orgasm, I want to see that look on Wyatt over and over again. Before this night is over, I want him to give me more than anyone else has ever had of him.

  Placing a condom from the drawer over his full length, he adjusts my knees to spread me wide. Delving his cock past the tightness of my filled body, my inner muscles stretch to accept him and the plug at the same time. It’s exquisite and fantastic, and so hard to put into words.

  Rocking back and forth inside of me, pulling and pushing, he grinds out a rhythm of bliss for both of us. The fullness brings me closer and closer towards another release.

  “Circe,” he pants out as he rocks within me. Digging my nails in, lightly scraping the edges of his ass cheeks, I feel his body rising towards his own release. Pushing harder, further inside, every surface of my body tingles as I accept all of Wyatt.

  “Wyatt! Oh, god, Wyatt.” Sounds rip free from me unannounced as I relish the fire in my body. I allow everything. I pull in every sound, every touch and feeling as that blue flame of orgasm rises once more. The pins and needles of joy scream through my body as the pleasure takes hold.

  “Let go for me. Don’t hold back,” he says, holding my gaze.

  I scream so loud, I’m sure every floor of the hotel can hear it. I love the way my body rocks with the pressure of every nerve dancing.

  “I’m gonna come, baby.” Wyatt grunts and groans, bucking into me like a mad man. Hitting his ending, I’m saddened that we’re done for now. It was so amazing, I wasn’t ready for it to end.

  Understanding his need for touch, his need for release and pushing boundaries, this gave us a new connection we didn’t have before. If you had asked me a month ago, if this dangerous and addictive man would be in my life, I would have told you to fuck off. I liked being alone and living through the stories that Carli gave me with my personal jet pack toy to keep me satisfied. That wasn’t satisfaction. This is heart-wrenching bliss, and I doubt I could ever go back now. Wyatt is addictive in all ways. His need for touch, his cock, and his smiles give me peace.

  “Turn over,” he commands through his ragged breathing. “I’m going to take it out now, so take a deep breath.” Stroking my cheeks, petting me, he gently pulls the plug out of me and lays it on the bed. Taking his own out, he lays it next to mine, and we flop onto the bed in post coital bliss.

  As I tuck myself into the crook of his arm, I’m peaceful and sated. I’ve never said that before, and I hope this is something that I can hold on to. He’s an addictive necessity to me.

  CIRCE

  Life went back to normal for the Crown family, and everything is as it should be. One big happy family, happily ever after.

  No.

  That’s a lie.

  While Jamieson went back to his life, far away from his family, and China found a way to cope with being stuck in her mother’s house, Wyatt still had to deal with his mother in more ways than he wished. I’ve watched. The funeral was just over three weeks ago, and we’ve been inseparable. I even travelled with him to watch his brother’s races in Colorado. That was a great night, but also an eye-opener on how he could be. How loving, how sensual, how enduring, how fun.

  Then, there’s his family. Seeing firsthand, the volatile interaction with his mother as they talked on the phone, I watched as those dangerous flames licked his soul as he fought his will to rebel against her. I haven’t gotten to where I’m able to help settle his mind when he goes there yet. He’s not easy. The way his highs and lows hit, we’ve both been hit hard by them.

  Tomorrow, his family will be going to read over Jax’s will, and Wyatt has invited me. He said that support would be a necessary evil. We’ve talked about the outcome of this reading, and I know it will have a profound impact on his life, the way he deals with his stress and illness, and how their interaction will be for him and his mother.

  After the whole hoopla funeral, I’d decided to change course in my career. I’d had enough of Kingston, Jim, and Jack. Not to mention, the backstabbing Markus. Leaving a week ago, I joined NBC Sports out of LA to report with Maxwell and Trevor. It’s been a great change, and a good one.

  After Carli left the team, there was no support, and no one to help share the apartment costs. Luckily, the station offered a rental discount rate to its employees, and I was able to get a pad that was close enough for Wyatt and I to see each other pretty frequently. I’ve been on location in Texas for a cart race series for the past week, but it’s time to go home and see him. I’m flying out late tonight, and Wyatt is picking me up at the airport. I’m not looking forward to dealing with Mrs. Crown, though, and I’m definitely not looking forward to the conflict that will arise because
of the reading of the will. But, I’ll be there for Wyatt, because he wants me there.

  That’s enough for me.

  WYATT

  It was hard to stand within the house and not hear his boisterous voice boom across the tiles. He would run out to see a new car or bike, or even just to see us, and we loved that. His love for life was infectious.

  I guess his optimism, and the way he was able to make each of us feel worthy of his praise and love is what I miss the most about him. Maybe that’s what drew me to Circe in the first place; she has that same shine.

  The hallways are deserted, and rightfully so. Jamieson isn’t due in from Banff until later tonight, after Circe lands. It’s not a far drive to the airport, so I’m picking him up because I promised. No way would I let them send a car to ‘fetch him.’ Plus, I need the fuck out of here before I lose my shit further. Mother doesn’t want me near the track, and sitting here, with it in range, is making me murderous.

  Doll has been smart enough to take off shopping with her girls pretty much every day. Me, I’ve been here since the funeral, and I don’t blame Doll. Fuck, I would if I could. Mother’s tirades have been abusive, and I’ve tried to avoid her at all costs. The last thing I want is to be sedated. I hate it.

  “Wyatt?” Hearing mother loudly pronounce my name with every syllable strains my ears. She does it daily, and I’m sick of her calling me. Plastering on a fake smile, I venture off to see what she wants. Every time she calls, it makes my skin crawl, wondering what she’ll want this time. When she called me last, it was to clear out Dad’s clothes from the bedroom.

  “Wyatt!” she hollers again, and it makes my bones ache.

  “I’m on the way, Mother.” She’s in Dad’s study from the sounds of it this time, and I cringe, thinking of what she’ll need.

  The layout of my parents’ house was decided by them. To the left, away from the rest of the house is Dad’s man cave, at the end closest to our track. I understood why as a kid, and I understand now. When we’d come off the track, or out of the shed, we’d smell like gear oil, fuel, and sweat. It wasn’t something that mother wanted us to track into the main house, so Dad had the bright idea of building this room with a shower, with more heads than necessary, a soaker tub, a closet full of spare clothes, and an area to hang your stinky attire. That kept Mom off his back about the whole sweaty, stinky bodies coming into her pristine living area, and why she’s in there now is beyond me. To be totally honest, I’m not really pleased with her for it.