Chapter Eighty-Four

Wyatt

Sadie’s blue eyes sparkled with laughter as she threw her head back. How wonderful it was that she was here with me. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been happier or more alive or more excited about the future. Everything was finally falling into place. As she reached into her handbag and pulled out a handful of dollar bills, a mischievous grin on her face, I realized that she was absolutely perfect. She was funny, she was gorgeous, she was my best friend. And no matter if we had ups or downs, we always ended up in the same place. We always supported each other. We always loved each other.

I pulled down my jeans. She gasped as I stood there in my briefs. I was hard, and I knew she could tell, but I wasn’t embarrassed. I wanted her to see what she did to me. I wanted her to know that I wanted her. I wanted her so badly, and there was nothing wrong with that. Just because we were best friends didn’t mean that our friendship couldn’t go to the next level. It didn’t mean that we couldn’t try for more.

I knew that it was a risk. If one or two kisses had complicated things, what would sex do? But I didn’t care. I needed her more than I needed oxygen. More than I needed water. She was life itself.

She giggled as I pulled her hand and lifted her off of the chair. “Wyatt Hamilton, what are you doing?”

“I want you to dance with me, Sadie.” I twirled her around. Giggling, she stumbled slightly. I caught her so she wouldn’t fall.

“I’m dizzy,” she said. “And I need some alcohol too if we’re going to do this.”

“If we’re going to do what?” I wondered if her mind was in the gutter, just like mine.

“I don’t know,” she bit her lip, “but I’d like some vodka and Sprite.”

“Vodka and Sprite coming up.” I hurried over to the bar where I opened a small bottle of vodka and checked the fridge to see if they had Sprite.

“Does 7-Up work?”

“Of course!” she said.

I poured it into one of the glasses I saw sitting on the table and handed it to her. She gulped it down.

“Oh my gosh, maybe I should have eaten something first.”

“They’ve got potato chips here,” I pointed out.

“No, I want something more than potato chips. I want pizza or—what are they famous for in North Carolina?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m not thinking about food.”

I pulled her towards me and towards the bed. She giggled as she stumbled into me and kissed me. I looked at her, surprised. I couldn’t believe she’d made the first move.

“What? I like kissing you just as much as you like kissing me,” she whispered.

We fell back onto the bed together and I pulled her onto my lap. She moaned softly as she shifted so that she was sitting on top of my groin. I grew even harder as I felt her moving back and forth on me.

I lowered my voice. “Like what you feel, baby?”

She rolled her eyes “Don’t make that voice. It sounds weird.”

“What sounds weird?”

“You trying to sound like Elvis Presley.”

“Trust me. That was not my Elvis Presley impression. If I wanted to do an Elvis Presley impression, I would.”

“You can’t do an Elvis Presley impression.” Her blonde hair swayed back and forth as she shook her head.

“You want to see me in my blue suede shoes, honey?”

She laughed. “That was awful. You didn’t even sound like you were from the South.”

“I’m from Tennessee. I’m from Memphis.”

“Wyatt, please or never quit your day job to be an actor or a voiceover artist, okay?”

“Are you telling me that I’m not talented in ways of the mouth?” I winked at her.

“I didn’t quite say that.”

I pushed her back on the bed and kissed her. I ran my fingers down her face and she gasped as I bit gently on her lower lip.

“You’re beautiful. You know that, Sadie?”

I kissed down her neck, and she stilled as my hand slid down the front of her top. I pulled her top up slightly so that I could see her belly button. I leaned down to kiss it then licked all the way up.

“What are you doing?” she said softly.

“I’m doing whatever you want me to do.”

I reached up to pull her top off, and she nodded slightly, giving her assent. I pulled it off, running my fingers lightly over her sheer bra. My lips moved between her legs, over her belly, between her breasts, relishing the taste of her skin.

She trembled slightly as she stared up at me. “Is this why you brought me to North Carolina, Wyatt?”

“No. But is this why you came?”

She shook her head, but I could tell from the wicked glint in her eyes that that was a lie.

“You came to seduce me, didn’t you Sadie?”

“How could I come to seduce you when you’re the one that invited me? And you are the one that decided to be Magic Mike—I mean, Magic Wyatt—”

“Shh …” I placed my finger on her lips then tugged her skirt off so that she was lying there in just her panties and bra. She was absolutely gorgeous.

My Sadie.

Eager to taste more of her, I kissed along her stomach towards her panties. She gasped as my teeth grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down her legs.

“Wyatt!” Her eyes were wide.

I grinned as I spread her legs and ran my fingers up her inner thighs. “I’m going to show you pleasure tonight, Sadie.”

“Wyatt, I don’t know …”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her softly, kissing her lips.

“No.” She lay back and closed her eyes.

Normally I would tell her to keep her eyes open as I wanted her to watch me as I ate her, but I knew this was her first time. Instead, I pressed my lips against her clit and felt her wetness against me. I opened my mouth and sucked, I licked and flicked with my tongue, her body trembling as I played with her. She tasted like cotton candy.

As I stuck my tongue inside of her, I couldn’t believe just how much she was enjoying it. She moaned and squirmed, and I looked up and saw that her hands were gripping the sheets. She was close to orgasm already. I could feel from the way her thighs were pressed into my head that she wanted me to continue. So I fucked her with my tongue as if it were the last thing I was able to do on earth.

When she finally orgasmed, I smiled listening to her screams and whimpers.

“Oh my God, Wyatt! Oh my gosh,” she said as I kissed up her stomach and kissed her on the lips.

She stared at me with wide eyes. “That was absolutely amazing.” She ran her fingers down the side of my face. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Really?”

All I could think was why had it taken us so long? I pulled her close and ran my fingers down her arms, kissing her again on the lips. She put a hand flat on my chest then slowly stroked down to my abs. And I laughed as she ran her fingers to the front of my briefs and squeezed my cock, but my laugh turned into a groan as she slipped her fingers beneath my briefs and touched my member. She made to move down, and I stopped her.

“You don’t have to,” I said, shaking my head.

“I want to return the favor,” she said.

But I stopped her. “Tonight is about you. We can worry about me later,” I said, with a wicked grin.

She laughed. “Oh, Wyatt Hamilton. Why do I think that’s a promise?”

“Because you know me too well, Sadie Johnson. You know me too well.”

I kissed her forehead and unclasped the back of her bra so that it fell off. I moved my lips to her nipples and sucked and she moaned once more as I played with her breasts. I couldn’t believe how supple and warm they were to the touch. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this with Sadie. Not because it felt wrong, but because it felt so right. She was my Sadie. She was everything I’d never realized I was waiting for.

And this was one of the hottest nights of my life. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to take her right now. But because she was special to me, I stopped myself. Because she was special to me, I wanted to ensure that tonight was only about her and her pleasure.

I didn’t want her to have any regrets whatsoever.