The rustling of clothes reach my ears as he tugs off his sweaty running clothes, and I moan when he taps my ass with his cock. He rubs it all over me, and gently parts my cheeks with it. Is he going to fuck me like this? Equal measures of excitement and fear grip my stomach. I did say I wanted to do everything with him, but do I dare let him take me like this?
“Relax babe, right now my cock wants inside your hot pussy, but my tongue is getting there first.”
I claw at the table, and try to open my legs again but he restrains me and that, weirdly, comes with its own pleasure. I whimper, and he buries his face in my pussy from behind, his tongue so hot against my wet flesh, it’s almost too much. He licks me, pushes his tongue into me, and my God, I really wish I could watch.
He takes his time playing with me, alternating between his tongue and finger, toying with me like I’m a plaything. But each touch brings me closer and closer to release, because yeah, he damn well knows what he’s doing.
“So tight,” he murmurs and slides two fingers into me. The fit is incredibly tight in the position he has me, and I’m not even sure he’ll be able to get his cock in. I can’t wait for him to try. He repositions, and puts his palm over my clit, applying pressure as his fingers work my hot sex from behind.
My breathing grows harsh, and I scratch at the table, sure I’m marring it. “Wes…”
He stills his thick fingers inside me. “Take what you need from my fingers, fuck them for me. Show me what you like and let me watch you get off.”
I begin moving like a girl on a mission. Riding him hard and fast as he keeps pressure to my clit, and within seconds the room closes in on me as light flashes before my eyes and I tumble into a powerful orgasm. I pant, gasp, and pound at the table, and tears, happy tears, prick my eyes.
“I love making you come,” he murmurs, and stays on his knees as I continue to clench around him. My juice drips down his hand, and coats my inner thighs, and the next thing I know he’s spreading my legs and sliding his tongue over my flesh.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He finishes lapping at me and stands. I’m about to lift myself from the table but one big hand holds me down hard, and my heart leaps. I never knew I like being restrained like this. Foil reaches my ears and a stupid, ridiculous idea crashes through me. I bite down on my cheek. Don’t say it, Charlie. Don’t freaking say it.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt out.
Dammit, I said it.
He goes completely still behind me. “Charlie?”
I angle my head, take in the intensity on his face. His jaw is so tight he’s going to snap something.
“Never mind,” I say quickly. I turn back around and press my cheek to the cool table. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
I remain still as he takes a big breath, lets it out slowly, and repeats it three more times. “Do you want me to fuck you without protection?”
Way to not let it go, Wes.
“I shouldn’t have said that. It’s stupid and irresponsible.” I turn my face the other way, not wanting him to see the flush of embarrassment.
“For the record, I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
“Right, which is why I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t take chances. I get it.”
“We wouldn’t be taking a chance. You’re on the pill.”
My brain races then slow. His words twist with the arousal inside me, and I can’t quite figure out if he wants to, or doesn’t want to.
“Wes?”
“I want to fuck you without a condom, Charlie,” he answers, his words firm, confident, definitive as he slides a finger into me, and I gasp. “I want to feel your flesh on my cock, the same way I feel it on my finger.”
“I…I want that too.”
“I’m clean. I promise,” he says and when I hear the quiver in his voice, I look back at him and when I do, I spot vulnerability. It wraps around my heart and makes me want him even more. I have no idea why I like him like this, unsure, almost a little afraid. I guess it reminds me he’s more than a cocky NHL player. That at the heart of the matter, he’s a small-town farmer with compassion and integrity.
Don’t fall for him Charlie.
I swallow down the unwanted emotions rising in me. “I’m clean too.”
“I know.”
“I want to feel your cum drip out of me all day, Wes. When I do, I’ll bite my lip to let you know.”