“Only about a gazillion times.”
Instead of laughing, his smile fades as he reaches for my face, dragging his knuckles across my cheek. “You’re special, is what you are.”
And now I’m fucking touched.
We’re not going to fuck. We’re going to make love.
“You’re so special, too, baby.”
Chapter 26
Jett
You’respecial,iswhatyou are.
Wes’ eyes soften, pooling with longing and warmth. For a second, I think he’s going to say the words that burn on my tongue.I love you. I love you so fucking much.This is more than just sex. This feels like the threshold to something that will change everything between us, along with Wes’ silent promises of what can be, and of the kind of life we can have if I just give myself permission. I see it so vividly, and I want it so badly.
Wes closes the space between us and touches his lips to mine in a light kiss. I close my eyes and let sensation take over. He hums, the sound a teasing vibration. I dip out my tongue and swipe it along his bottom lip, and he gasps into my mouth before sucking on my tongue hungrily. Fuck, he feels so good in my lap. I moan, thrusting my hips upward. I need more. I need him closer, inside me, filling me, until there’s nothing else but him.
He grinds against me, his length hot and hard against mine. “Fuck, Jett. I want you so much.”
“Want you, too.” I grab his hips and hold him close. My fingers dig into his skin, and he hisses at the sensation. I’m barely hanging on myself, my arousal holding my body in a fierce grip. Every time our cockheads brush against each other, I burst into flames. “Need you inside me.” My hands trail down to his ass, massaging the meaty part.
He stares down at me, his blue eyes glazed over with lust. His cock leaks onto my stomach, and it’s the hottest fucking thing, seeing the evidence of his desire coating my skin, my happy trail. “Shit. How ready are you?”
“Get the lube,” I grit.
Wes grins and reaches for the bottle on the nightstand. He tosses it onto my chest, then licks his lips.
“Can I watch you?”
I nod, hardly recognizing my own voice when I say, “Yeah, you can watch.”
Wes slides off me and lies on his side, his eyes glued to my hands. I scoot up the bed, my back resting against the headboard. Squeezing some lube into my palm, I spread my thighs, then tilt my hips. Wes sucks in a clipped breath as he moves closer, his fingers whispering along my shins. “Shit, babe. Look at you,” he hums, and my hole clenches at his appraising tone. No one has ever made me feel as wanted and cherished as he does. He’s like a drug, a high I never want to come down from.
My ass is on full display. I’ve never felt this exposed, but it’s such a fucking turn-on, feeling Wes’ light touch and his eyes glued to my ass. I want this night to last forever. I don’t want Wes to fuck me. I want him to make love to me and to see every part of me. I might not be able to tell him everything that’s in my heart, but I can show him. My body can say the things I’m not ready to say yet. I can put them in every single touch, and perhaps Wes will feel it. How much he matters to me.
I put on a show for him, caressing my chest with one hand, while teasing my rim with the other. I mirror my movements, circling my nipples, while I trace the outline of my hole.
“Holy fuck, Jett,” Wes groans, moving closer so he’s resting between my thighs. He feels so right there, the way he fits perfectly. “That’s the hottest fucking thing ever.”
“Yeah?” His words are like gasoline on the fire inside me. I need his words like flames need oxygen.
“Uh-huh.” He leans in and kisses my inner thigh, then nips at the sensitive skin.
“Ahhh.” I pinch my nipple as I prod my finger against my entrance.
“Fuck yourself, babe.” Wes’ breath is hot against my thigh. “Fuck that hole for me. Make it good and ready.”
I breach myself with one finger and hiss at the intrusion. It’s been so long since I’ve had someone inside me. My body struggles at first, but I massage my nipple and the arousal returns full force. I fuck myself on my finger, then I add another, craving more fullness. In my mind, it’s Wes’ cock, breaching me, owning me.
“You’re beautiful, Jett.” His voice is tinged with awe, and something unfurls in my chest. “So fucking beautiful.” I feel how beautiful I am in his eyes, how the ugliness dissolves and bleeds away, giving way to a feeling of lightness, as if I can do or be anything as long as his eyes don’t leave me.
I fuck myself faster, deeper, and Wes wraps his hand around my cock and imitates my thrusts with his strokes. I’m on the cusp of my orgasm, but I don’t want to come until Wes is inside me. I want to come on his cock, feeling it swell, like my heart is swelling with so much emotion.
“Need you,” I pant, my hole squeezing around my fingers as I ride my hand. Wes shuffles next to me, reaching for a condom on the nightstand. His fingers tremble as he opens the packetand takes out the condom. I coat my hole with more lube; the anticipation of how Wes is going to fill me is almost unbearable. He rolls on the condom, giving his length a few pumps. He looks as wrecked as I feel, and it’s the sweetest fucking thing ever.
He grins, that rogue lock of hair flopping into his eyes. I’ve come to love that lock so much, like I love the rest of him, from his lively blue eyes to his lips against mine, and his hands, so demanding, yet tender when he touches me.
