“Ready?” he asks, settling between my legs.
“Yes.” I spread my thighs wider, holding my legs back against my chest. Something flashes in Wes’ eyes, and I know he feels it too. How everything is going to change now because of him. I want and crave it because I’m no longer alone.
Wes wraps his hand around the base of his cock, then aligns it with my hole. His eyes don’t leave mine as he pushes forward carefully. I feel the bluntness of his cock, prodding against my entrance, and I suck in a breath, pushing back as Wes slides inside me. There’s the familiar sting at first as he breaches me, followed by immense pressure as he pushes inside, filling me. I’m bursting, coming undone, my body unable to contain everything I feel. Wes groans as I clench around him, his wide and wondrous eyes fixed on where we’re connected.
“Fuck, you feel so good, babe.” His chin drops to his chest as he bottoms out, his chest heaving, his hair covering his face like a curtain. “Shit, Jett.”
I lock my legs around his waist, holding him tightly against me. I never want him to pull out. I never want him to leave. My body adjusts to him as if I were made for him. His dick pulses inside me, the repetitivethump-thump-thumpspreading throughout my body. Wes leans down and kisses me lazily, his tongue licking inside me as he slowly starts moving in shallow thrusts. I follow his movements as I suck on his tongue. Every time he pulls back, my hole sucks him right in greedily. I wasstarving for so long, famished, waiting for him to come along to feed me.
“Fuck me. Please!” I yell. Wes kisses me harder, bruising my lips. I don’t care. “More,” I beg. “Need to feel you.”
He snaps his hips and pistons into me, and when he hits that spot deep inside, I scream with pleasure.
He freezes on top of me, his eyes wide. “Shit, you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, my voice caught in my throat. I clench around him, and he groans, his eyes fluttering closed.
“No,” I whisper. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Feels so good.”
He opens his eyes again. “Yeah?” It’s the most unsure I’ve seen him, like the idea of hurting me is unfathomable to him.
“Yes. You fuck me just right, Wes.” I bury my face against his neck, and he starts moving, hitting that spot again and again in long, deep thrusts. We move like one being, our bodies glued together with sweat and precum. My dick is locked between us, cushioned against Wes’ soft stomach.
“I’m close,” he pants, his movements becoming irregular and frantic. “Please tell me you’re close, babe.” I nod, pushing up against him. My walls milk him, and I wish there was nothing between us, that he’d shoot his load inside me.
“Come,” I moan against his neck, then dig my teeth into his skin. “I need you to come, Wes.”
He makes a keening sound, low in his throat, and it echoes against my lips. Then he stills, his body trembling, his length throbbing. I cry out against his neck, the sound muffled, yet loud in my head, in my heart. I come, shooting between us, waves of bliss coursing through my body. Wes fucks me through my climax, murmuring sweet words against my chest, my chin, my closed eyes.How good I feel. How amazing I am. How fucking me is everything. How he wants to stay buried inside me forever.I suck up the words and make them a part of me. Iwant to believe so badly that I can be exactly what he needs, and that my past won’t come between us.I love you, I mouth into his hair, but Wes is too far gone in his pleasure to notice.
Eventually, he pulls out, and I wince at the emptiness. He falls onto his back next to me, his chest heaving, his eyes closed. Drops of sweat cling to his forehead, and his skin is glistening. “Fuck, babe, you killed me.” His voice has that floaty, hoarse edge to it, like he’s miles away, still locked inside his own pleasure. I reach for him blindly, brushing my fingers against his stomach, feeling the remnants of my cum. My body tingles deliciously.
I laugh. “Me? You’re the one who killed me with that dick of yours.”
He rests on his elbow and looks down at me. “Was it okay?”
“Dude, were you not here? I nearly blew my brains out through my dick.”
Wes grins, then looks down at his stomach, his happy trail a sticky mess. “Welcome to the hands-free club, babe. Your membership card is in the mail.”
“Fuck you.” He’s such a dork, but I want him so much, just like this. I don’t care what happens in the future, but I know I want Wes. Heismy future. I almost tell him, but I don’t want him to think I’m saying the words because I just came my brains out.
“I should go clean up,” Wes sighs, pressing a quick kiss against my lips.
I tighten my hold around him. “No, not yet.”
He squirms in my arms, giggling, his voice lofty and happy. “But I’m a sticky mess.”
“Not gonna happen,” I grunt. “Want you like this, sticky or not.” Sleep pulls at me, and the idea of Wes leaving my arms, this bed, after what we just did feels wrong.
“Babe…” Wes sighs into my chest, his voice so tender. “I’m not gonna go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
“No.” I sling my leg over his thigh, and I feel him giving in, melting against me.
“Okay,” he whispers against my forehead, his fingers caressing my nape. “But you’ll be sorry in the morning when we’re all crusty and gross.”
I don’t think Wes understands. I won’t ever be sorry about anything that involves him. I may have many regrets, but loving Wes won’t ever be one of them. And right now, the idea of letting him go is unbearable.
“Shhh,” I say against his ear, and he shivers. “Let’s sleep now and worry about tomorrow later.”
