Page 74 of Weston’s Treasure

His hands squeezed my hips and I started to move on his lap, my finger going between my legs. I waited a long time for his eyes to leave mine, for him to look down and watch me play with myself, but he never did. Our eyes stayed locked. Between his cock filling me, my finger teasing my clit, and his eyes on me, I was ready to explode. It was frustrating as hell, Weston refused to allow me to go faster. My orgasm was dancing just out of reach.

“Faster,” I panted, not above begging. Not that I ever was with Weston.

“Slow.”

“Weston, please. I need more.”

“Move your hand and lean forward.”

Yes!

His mouth brushed against mine and his hands went from my hips to my ass. One hand moved between us and I felt him touching where we were connected, then it was gone and his finger was circling my hole. My body locked and I froze. No one had ever touched me there. Not ever. And that was by choice.

“One day I wanna take you here.” He kept circling. “Keep riding me, Silver.”

I came out of my stupor and started moving, still very unsure of what was happening. He kept adding pressure but my orgasm was no longer dancing—it was barreling fast and furious.

“Faster, baby,” he demanded. “You gonna let me take you here?” He pressed in the tiniest of fractions and my hips bucked, my orgasm right there. “I get you on all fours, eat your pussy first, get you wild for me, you’ll let me take your ass.”

I pressed my face into the crook of his neck and I don’t know what came over me. I bit down as my world exploded. He gave me more of his finger in my ass, thrust up into me as I slammed down, prolonging my orgasm. It was dirty. Naughty. Forbidden. But I knew I was going to let Weston take my ass.

“Fuck, baby. Grind down harder.”

With my teeth still sunk into his shoulder, blinding flashes of light behind my eyelids, I fucked him harder.

“Goddamn, treasure. My treasure,” Weston grunted and held me to him.

That time I didn’t get to feel his cock swell, or the ropes of come throb from his dick. I couldn’t feel anything because I was in shambles. Broken apart. But I wasn’t worried. I trusted Weston would put me back together.

* * *

The next morning I awoke in a fog. Sun was shining into the room through unfamiliar sheer curtains, lighting unfamiliar cream walls.

“Babe?”

“Sorry. Took me a minute to remember where I was.”

We were still in the same position Weston had put us in last night. Naked. Me on my side, my back to his front, his heavy arm around my waist. I loved that Weston cuddled. That he wanted me close even in sleep.

His arm tightened around me and I wiggled my bare ass against his lap.

“Took you rough last night,” he weirdly started.

“Yeah.”

“That means this morning I take care of you. We’ll take a shower, get you something to eat, then before I go, I’ll run you a warm bath.”

That seemed odd, that I’d need a shower and bath so I told him so.

“Don’t think I’ll need a bath after we shower.”

“The shower’s because I need one before I head out and I want you with me. The bath is for you to relax.”

That was sweet. I liked he wanted me to relax, though I wouldn’t because if all went well today and he caught his man, we were headed to his parents’ house. Though I wouldn’t bring that up and start another argument. Not only because it was silly, it didn’t matter how many times Weston told me not to worry, I was still going to. But also because he had to get on the road and catch a bad guy.

“Okay.”

“It’s a miracle she’s agreeable,” he muttered to himself.