His face scrunches. Does he not remember teasing me? “Yeah, I fucking like them.” As if to prove it, he drops to his knees, slides his hand around my back, and with a single flick, undoes my bra. It falls and his eyes darken as he lightly brushes the outer edges of my breast. I’ve never had a man worship my body quite the way Wes is right now.
His head lifts and he’s almost in a dreamlike state when he says, “I’m going to take such good care of these.” I stare at him, not sure how to respond to that, so instead I say nothing and he draws one hard nipple into his mouth, and suck so hard, I feel the pressure deep between my legs.
“God, yes,” I say and cup the back of his head to hold him to me. “That is…” My breathing changes as he switches tactics and slowly swirls his tongue over my nipple, soaking my flesh, and turning me on even more. The second he touches my sex, I know I’m going to go off like a nuclear explosion.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs around my hard nipple. “I can’t wait to taste you here.” He grips my thighs, widens my legs and slides that handy hand of his between them, toying with the edge of my pajama shorts. He tugs on the cuff, widening the space between my leg and the slip of material to accommodate his fingers.
Yes, please…
With nothing in the world existing but the two of us, I shift a little to give him better access and his lips curl. “So needy.” I move my hips, begging without words for him to touch me, and he obliges, sliding one finger into the gap, and brushing my sex through my panties. “You’re on fire,” he growls.
“I know.” I’m not about to lie, not when I’m drenched and quivering and desperate for his touch. If he has a change of heart I might melt into a puddle, right at his feet.
“It’s been…a long time.”
He nods, and I run my hands over his back, loving all his hard muscles—born from hours working a farm. I like that about him. I like that he’s not afraid of hard work, and the thoughts of him in rugged work clothes on the farm turns me on. Jeez, now who’s the one with the fetishes?
Without even taking my shorts down, he pushes a hand inside and strokes my clit. I nearly leap off the bed as that first delicious touch sends pleasure rocketing through me. There’s something about the way he’s sneaking into my pajamas, stroking me with my clothes still on that makes it deliciously dirty—like we’re back in high school, using our hands to get each other off behind the bleachers where we could be caught any second. No, it’s not something I’ve done, but admittedly thought about. Maybe I really am living out many lost years with him.
Down on his knees, he rocks into me, mimicking the action of fucking, and I crave to touch his cock as it aches for relief. Dammit, I want to make him feel this good too, with every part of my body, starting with my mouth.
I’m about to reach down when he gives my shoulders a push and I fall to my back. He smiles at me, but I can’t smile back. Nope, not when he’s sliding a thick finger into my hot sex, stroking so delightfully deep, and hitting the hot bundle of nerves my ex could never find. I moan and fist the bedding, my head going from side to side as heat races to my core. Pleasure centers in my sex and my sex muscles tighten around his thick, deft finger.
“Wes,” I cry out. Ohmigod, I’m going to come. I have never climaxed so fast in my life and as much as I want to let go, I don’t want this to be over. I try to hold off. I bite down on my lip but he adds pressure to my clit, determined to push me over the edge.
“This is just to take the edge off, babe,” he whispers. “You need this.” I blink up at him and his jaw is tight, the muscles rippling. He’s a hot mess, like me, desperate for it too, which makes me wonder just how long it’s been for him. “Then I’ll slow things down, because I want to play with you until the sun comes up, no rush, no hurry. I just want to take my time and fuck every inch of you.”
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Good, then why don’t you come all over my finger, then later when I take you again, it will be with my mouth. The only thing that’s going to douse the fire inside me is your cum on my tongue, babe.” I take a deep, labored breath. “You want that, don’t you?”
“God, yes, I want that.”
He continues to finger fuck me, long strokes that take me to the edge. I whimper and cry and he changes the rhythm, moving a little faster.
“Yeah, just like that,” he says as my sex flutters around his finger. “Now that I have you where I want you, I’m going to do all the things to you. Things you never even knew you wanted.”
And just like that my body lets go, and my mouth drops open as a powerful climax crashes over me. Pleasure pulses between my legs as I coat his finger and my panties in my hot juices. I chant his name, as he stays on his knees, his finger inside me as I continue to clench around him. My brain buzzes as the sound of his zipper releasing reaches my ears and thrills me.
I finally stop clenching, and he ever so slowly removes his finger and stands. He licks his finger like it’s a goddamn ice cream cone and groans with pleasure. Heart racing, I glance up at him, as once he’s done tasting me, he tugs his shorts off, and gifts me with a view of his gorgeous, thick cock.
“You lied to me, Wes.”
His body stiffens, and he angles his head as his eyes narrow, worry lingering in the depths. “I have no reason to lie to you, Charlie.”
“Then why did you lead me to believe you didn’t have a hose?”
11
Wes
Ilaugh at her joke as she stares at my dick with awe and hunger as I take it into my palm and stroke it. I hate that it’s been so long for her, that she hasn’t been pleasured in a long time, but there’s another side of me, a barbaric jealous side that is now alive and rearing, wanting to lay claim to the woman below me. It’s fucking insane. I can’t be falling for her. We barely know each other, and I can’t forget that scowl on her face when I walked into the Lobster Pound, the way she so easily dismissed me like I’d wronged her. It still haunts me. Then again hate and sex, much like love and sex, are two different things.
I tug my dick harder and a growl rumbles in my throat. Blue eyes slowly lift and meet mine, her hair a mess of curls around her gorgeous, flushed face. Honestly, I’d like nothing better than to stay in this dome for the entire weekend, repeatedly bringing her to climax. Not just for her, but for me too. Bringing her pleasure, taking care of her needs and watching her put herself in my hands does the weirdest things to me.
“Has the guest experience been living up to your expectations?” she asks, but behind the joke I detect a hint of worry. It’s true, she’s different from the women I’ve been photographed with, the few bunnies I have slept with. But she’s so much more. She’s everything a man would want, and then some.
Careful, dude. This is just sex.