Kele Moon - Crossing the line

Tabitha didn’t really think she or Clay would regret it. Dances weren’t something either of them needed to do, but Wyatt had wanted to go to one for years, and he would never go with another girl. She wanted this for him—desperately.

“Thank you, Clay.” She placed a hand to her chest as she looked at him earnestly. “I’ll help you pay for your tux and—”

“Don’t worry. We got this.” Wyatt kissed the top of her head again. “I get to take my girl to prom. This is gonna be great. I promise.”

She tilted her head back and smiled at him, enjoying the pleased flush to his cheeks. “I believe you.”

Wyatt locked his door and eyed Tabitha as she stood in his room with a smile on her face. He leaned back against the wood, letting his gaze run over her for one hot moment. He wasn’t ready to tell her he had driven to one of the small convenience stores between Garnet and Mercy to buy a pack of condoms—not yet.

Her red hair was tied up in a ponytail. Her jeans and green V-neck T-shirt weren’t anything fancy, but the way they clung to her slim body made his heart beat harder and his jeans tighten.

She dropped her backpack by his bed, and her smile widened. “What?”

“Nothing. Just admiring you.” He tilted his head, eyeing the way her shirt clung to her firm breasts and the curve in her waist. “You’re beautiful, Tabby.”

Her cheeks took on that pink hue he loved so much as she lowered her head and rolled her eyes to dismiss him. “Whatever.”

“No, really,” he went on, because it was important to him that Tabitha knew how completely gorgeous she was. “I dunno how I got so lucky.”

She laughed and gave him a look of disbelief. “You are crazy, Wyatt. You’ve always been crazy. Sometimes it worries me.”

“I’m fine,” he said confidently as he walked over to her. He reached out for Tabitha’s hand when he got close and pulled her to him. “I was hoping you’d let me make up for the other night in my truck. That was awesome.”

“You don’t have to make up anything.” Her cheeks grew pinker, and she would have lowered her eyes again, but Wyatt wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck, forcing her to look at him. She finally just shrugged in defeat. “I told you, I like doing it.”

He grinned as he looked down the neckline of her T-shirt, admiring the curve of her breasts. “But I like doing it too.”

“Well,” she started, a smile sounding in her voice that he didn’t see because he was still admiring her tits. “If you like it—”

“I do,” he assured her.

“Then who am I to stop you?”

“Well, okay, then.”

He smiled triumphantly as he tugged at the hem of her shirt and pulled it up to expose the white lace of her bra. He never got over the novelty of seeing Tabitha naked, and it was sort of his goal in life to get her that way as much as possible. She laughed when he pulled the shirt over her head and then tossed it aside. Then he reached for the button on her jeans. He slipped it undone before lowering the zipper.

“You’re not beating around the bush,” she pointed out as stepped back and kicked off her slip-on shoes.

Then she took over the task of pushing her jeans past her hips while Wyatt watched. She walked past him in nothing but her bra and a pair of small cotton panties decorated with blue polka dots and laid her jeans over the chair by his desk. She picked up her shirt, shook it out, and did the same thing.

Wyatt liked how meticulous she was with things. There was such an impeccable, precise air to Tabitha that was so very different from everything he knew. His family was brash and bold and usually leaped before they thought on things too much, so in his mind she was his perfect match. She was gentle and quiet, but Wyatt knew she thought a lot about everything.

Wyatt sucked in a sharp breath when Tabitha pulled out the tie in her hair, letting it tumble down her shoulders in brilliant red waves.

She turned around with a knowing smile. “Weirdo.”

“I love your hair.” Wyatt couldn’t resist the lure of it as he went to her. He leaned down to bury his face in the silky strands and breathed deeply. She smelled sweet and fruity, and it was turning him on like crazy. He wrapped an arm around her waist and nipped at the curve of her neck. He slid his hand down to her waist and then underneath her underwear. “Sexy panties. I like these.”

“I think you like them all.”

Wyatt couldn’t argue with that, so he didn’t try as he started nipping and licking at the soft spot behind her ear. He dipped his hand lower and slipped his fingers between her folds to touch her. He groaned and pushed his hips against her back, letting Tabitha feel the hard outline of his cock through his jeans.

“God, you’re wet.” He breathed against her ear. “It turns me on.”

“I told you I missed you,” she whispered in a soft, sultry voice.

He found her clit and rubbed it gently, making Tabitha’s breath hiss out of her before she leaned back into him. She dropped her head against his shoulder and reached up, running both hands through his hair.

“Make me come, Wy.” She shuddered, as if just saying the word was enough to make it a reality. “I need it. I’ve had such a shitty night.”

Tabitha’s reasons for a shitty night were usually enough to raise Wyatt’s blood pressure from the fury caused by Tabitha’s reality. So instead of asking about it, he just swept her up in his arms, making her shriek in surprise. Jules probably heard her, but Wyatt didn’t care. He was doing her damned laundry for the next two weeks. Let his sister think what she wanted.

He dropped Tabitha on his bed. Her legs hung off the edge as she lay over it sideways. Her gaze was hot as she watched him pull his shirt over his head. Then not to be outdone by Tabitha, he kicked off his shoes and did away with his jeans too. He kept on his boxer shorts to stop himself from getting too distracted. He did owe her a favor.

Wyatt fell over her, making her gasp in surprise and tense in fear, but he caught himself before he landed on her. His hands were braced on the bed on either side of her shoulders, his arms supporting all his weight. He grinned. “Scared ya.”

“No kidding!” Tabitha hit his shoulder playfully. “You’re a heavy paperweight.”

Feeling like his heart might burst with how much he loved her, Wyatt leaned down to steal another kiss. Tabitha met him halfway, leaning up and intertwining her fingers in his hair as she kissed him back.

He savored the feeling of her bare skin against his. When he did break the kiss, it was only to lean down and run his lips over her neck. He trailed them over her collarbone as he slipped one hand behind her back and fumbled with the hooks to her bra. It took him a while to get it undone, but he distracted himself with worshipping her. He followed the path of freckles on her chest down to the curves of her breasts, where they were fewer and far between, but he found the few still there and kissed them reverently.

He finally got her bra undone, and Tabitha helped him get it off. Then he was staring down at her beautiful tits that were smaller than some, but still nice and rounded. He cupped one, admiring the way it looked in his large hand. He rubbed his thumb over the pink tip, watching as it puckered and responded to his touch.

“Having fun?” Tabitha asked in amusement.

“Yeah, I love your tits.”

Wyatt leaned down to suck on one nipple to prove his point. He laved his tongue over it, and Tabitha moaned and arched into him. He spent a while licking and touching her tits, enough to have Tabitha’s skin dewy with sweat and her breathing labored as she started shifting under him. She trailed her feet up his thighs. Her fingers were still tight in his hair.

This was exactly how he wanted her tonight, wild and desperate for him.

Wyatt had spent years fantasizing about what it would feel like to have Tabitha wrapped around him, to sink into that tight, wet heat he loved touching and licking so much, and finally connect with her in the best way possible. He didn’t know why he was certain tonight was his night, but he was.

“Wy, please.” Tabitha used her hold on his head to push him lower insistently.

He finally abandoned her tits to move lower. He dipped his tongue into the curve of her belly button. He nipped at one hip bone. Then he tugged at her polka-dotted panties and forced them down her legs. Tabitha kicked them off and then spread her legs for him. Wyatt thought it was amazing he didn’t come right there. Seeing her like that, open and excited for him, without an ounce of shame, made the back of his neck hot and his dick so hard it was painful.

He cupped himself through his boxers as he fell to his knees in front of her. He was desperate to relieve the ache as he looked at the small triangle of bright red hair between her legs, hiding the pretty, pink folds of her pussy. He wanted to stretch out his seduction a little longer, but he couldn’t resist.

That first taste of her was purely indulgent. The way Tabitha let out the little gasp of pleasure that was genuine and unrestrained just made it that much sweeter. He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder. She scooted closer to him and then let out a squeak of disappointment when Wyatt pulled away. He met her gaze, seeing that her eyes were already heavy-lidded with arousal. She sighed when he sucked two of his fingers into his mouth pointedly and waggled his eyebrows at the same time.

“Naughty.” She grinned when he pulled them out of his mouth with a pop, but she also put her other leg over his shoulder, leaving her completely exposed to whatever pleasures Wyatt felt like indulging in. “What’re you hoping to get tonight?”

He touched her instead of answering, pushing one finger into her, studying Tabitha as she closed her eyes and tossed her head back against the bed. He took the time to work the second finger in too, because she was tight. It was one of the reasons they’d waited as long as they had to have actual sex, but Wyatt was convinced he could make it work. He just needed to take a little time with her.

He touched her for a while, sliding his fingers in and out, feeling her get wetter for him. Her body started to open a little, loosening as she yielded to the pleasure and let Wyatt do what he wanted.

“Mmm, it feels good, Wyatt.” She hummed as she pushed her hips against his hand. “I like when you touch me. So much better than doing it myself.”

“I know, baby.” He was riveted by the way she looked, naked and flushed, with her hair spread out on his comforter. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” She pushed her hand into his hair once more. “Please, Wy.”

He leaned down and sucked on her clit softly. Tabitha let out a keening gasp of pleasure before she covered her mouth with her other hand. He reached up and pulled it back because he enjoyed the sounds she made.

“They’ll hear,” she complained and then gasped again when he licked at the soft, wet opening to her pussy. “Oh God.”

“Jules’s room is at the end of the hallway. You’re fine. I like hearing you.”

Then he started licking her in earnest, flicking his tongue against her clit as he stroked her with his fingers. He wanted to focus on loosening her a little more, but the way she pushed her hips against his mouth and writhed on his bed was turning him on so desperately all he was really paying attention to was how good she sounded as she got closer and closer to climaxing.

He grunted against her when she suddenly pitched under him, her body shaking, her pussy quivering. Her soft, breathless pants of ecstasy washed over him, making all the fine hairs on his body stand on end. He was practically vibrating with need for her by the time Tabitha started coming down from the first high.

“I need you,” he confessed in a breathless rush as he admired the way the blush had spread down to her chest and the sheen of sweat made her face almost glimmer in the dim lighting of his room. “I bought condoms. We don’t have to if you don’t want to but I thought maybe we could try it and—”

“I know, Wy.” Tabitha reached down and tugged on one of his arms, urging him up. “I reckoned that’s what you were up to.”

“You did?” he asked as he crawled over her.

“Yeah, you aren’t exactly subtle.” She leaned up and pressed her lips to his. “If you wanna try it, that’s fine with me. You’re the one who’s been scared—”

“I ain’t scared,” he said defensively. “Just nervous. I don’t wanna hurt you. I’ll fucking die if I hurt you, and you’re too small, and I’m too big. That sucks.”