Page 69 of Act Three
The guys arranged cushions and blankets on the couches while I had a shower, and when I was done, they took turnsshowering while I removed my prosthetic and put my dress back on, leaving my panties on the floor. I lay in bed, listening to the water streaming on the tiles. The bed was massive, so huge that when I positioned myself in the middle and stretched my arms out in either direction, my fingertips didn’t reach the edge of the mattress.
I wish one of them would climb in here with me, I thought, but the faucet switched off, footsteps retreated back into the other room, and everything went silent.
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WYATT
Icouldn’t sleep.
Despite how comfortable the couch was — and it was so soft I could barely tell where my skin ended and the cushions began — there was too much on my mind for me to drift off. I rolled on my back and checked the time on my watch.
Two a.m.
I’d been lying here for an hour thinking about Kyla and how much I wanted to fuck her in that giant bed.
On the other couch next to me, Isaac’s snores had a constant rhythm. It sounded like he was in a deep sleep, probably dreaming about cock blocking someone else.
I shoved my blankets away and eased my toes on the ground. The carpet was so thick that if I moved slowly, nobody would be able to hear my footsteps.
That was, of course, as long as I didn’t slam my knee into the edge of the glass coffee table.
“Fuck,” I gasped, as pain flared through my leg and I hopped on my other foot. The ceramic bowl of pot-pourri wobbled, each teeter sounding as loud as a crash in the silent space. I held my breath until it stopped, worried that the noise would make Isaacstir; but although his snoring paused for a moment, it resumed with a snort and a rumble.
Steering clear of the table this time, I moved into the bedroom where Kyla was breathing heavily. She was in a deep sleep too, spread right across the bed, and I wondered if I should wake her before I climbed in.
The last thing I needed was her screaming from shock and waking Isaac.
I shook her shoulder gently.
“Kyla!”
“Mmm,” she murmured, still asleep. “Deeper.”
I smiled. It sounded like her thoughts were following a similar theme to mine. I shook her shoulder again and felt it stiffen as she woke.
“What’s going on?” she asked sleepily.
“It’s Wyatt,” I said. “I couldn’t sleep, and I was wondering if you’d like some company?”
Kyla murmured her assent and moved her arm, so I had space to climb in next to her. She was warm and relaxed, and once I was in the bed, she snuggled into me as I spooned her, the curve of her back and butt slotting perfectly against my abdomen.
I knew she could feel my erection against her ass, but she didn’t react to it. Not yet. I ran my finger down the side of her face, tracing a line from her temple to her chin.
Kyla turned her head to let me touch her lips and parted them, sucking my fingertip as it ventured between those two plump cushions. It was oddly erotic, especially when she shifted her weight and turned to face me, moving her face towards mine and only releasing my finger at the last moment so we could kiss.
This was nothing like our make-out session on the balcony. That one had been hungry and passionate, whereas this one felt warm and comfortable, like we knew we weren’t in a rush. Herhands slid over my body, caressing my bare chest, exploring my shorts from the outside, until finally, she slipped her hand under the elastic and wrapped her fingers around my aching cock.
This was exactly what I’d been craving. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t release any sound as Kyla moved her hand up and down my shaft, massaging it and occasionally sliding her hand down to cup my balls. She started doing it in a sleepy way, but after a minute her breathing grew deeper and her kisses gained more urgency. She rolled on top of me, straddling my hips, her amputated leg something I barely even noticed anymore as I held her thigh to keep her steady.
“Is Isaac asleep?” she asked, and I nodded before remembering she couldn’t see me in the darkness.
“Yeah.”
I fumbled with her dress, trying and failing to pull it off over her head before I realized there was a zipper in the back. Of course there was — I knew that from all the time I’d spent watching her tonight, but in my ravenous state I’d forgotten it was there. When I unzipped it, the dress fell away like an extra layer of skin and I reached up to squeeze her breast through her bra, only to find that she wasn’t wearing one.
This washot.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered and nibbled gently on my earlobe before pulling away. It sent shivers down my thighs and I lifted my hips to help her ease my shorts down under my balls. My rock-hard rod slipped out, so stiff it lay almost flat along my stomach, and Kyla shimmied up to drag her pussy along it.
