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“But I don’t, Devon.” The tension between us pulls my gaze back to him. My heart races in my chest. A dire weight hangs in this moment. Part of me is scared to ask, and the other part can’t resist.
“What are you missing?” My voice comes out as a whisper.
“You really don’t know?” He rises from his chair, and makes his way around the kitchen island until he’s standing right next to me, towering over me. I’m glued to the spot, not just because he’s so big, so incredibly overpowering that I feel like the tiniest, most delicate flower, but because I can’t believe this is actually happening.
“Devon, there’s a reason I come into your bar every Saturday night.”
“You need a drink?”
His lips curl into a sly smile. “No, it’s not the drink I need.” His chest rises and falls with each passing breath. “I need you.”
A series of sounds escape my mouth as I search for the right words. “Me?”
Weston takes another step toward me, closing the gap between us. “You think I didn’t notice you in high school. I did, but you were so tough, I thought a girl like you would never go for someone like me.” He cups my face in his hand. “But we’re not in high school anymore, and if I don’t tell you how much I fucking want you, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
I melt into his touch. “I want you too, Weston. I never thought you…” His soft, warm lips press against mine before I can even finish my sentence. Fireworks dance behind my eyelids.
“Devon, I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of your vulnerability.”
“What? Why would I think that?” My eyes dance across his face, so close I can see the tiny freckle under his left eye. How have I never noticed it before?
“Because of last night.” His jaw clenches. “Goddamn those pricks.”
“Shhh.” I gently graze my lips against his. “I believe you.”
“Seeing you almost hurt, I realized I can’t wait any longer. I have to tell you that you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
A shiver runs all through my body. I’ve dreamed of this exact moment and yet, I’m having a hard time believing it’s real. “You’re right, Weston. I havealwaysbeen yours.” As soon as the words leave my lips, I know they’re true. “And I’m ready to give myself to you.” I press my cheek against his and whisper into his ear. “Every single part of me now belongs to you.”
6
Devon
Weston staresdown at me with hooded eyes. I barely have time to gasp before his hungry mouth comes crashing down onto mine, his silky tongue parting my lips. My center pulses with anticipation as I press my body into him, hands making their way around his broad, strapping shoulder blades. Wetness explodes from my center as he plants a trail of kisses down my neck, pulling at the low neck of my Nirvana t-shirt until my breasts are exposed. The t-shirt is so thin, it rips.
“I hope that wasn’t vintage.”
“No,” I say, breathless. “Target.”
After an awkward giggle, he pulls my shirt up over my head and takes one of my rock hard peaks into his mouth sucking and nipping, I moan with delight.
“You’re so beautiful, Dev.” He says, kissing the tender flesh between my breasts. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.”
“Don’t wait too long,” I whisper.
Weston loops his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, gently tugging them down over my hips until I’m left wearing only my panties.
He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up onto the countertop. I don’t try to talk him out of it. The cool surface feels refreshing against the heat between my legs. Weston licks his lips and spreads my knees wide, then drags his tongue along the length of my inner thigh. When he gets to my panties, he presses his nose to them and inhales.
“You smell so fucking good, baby.” As strange as something like this seems at the moment it only makes me hotter and wetter, something I didn’t think was possible. He pulls my panties to the side, exposing my dripping center. A low groan fills the air as he presses two fingers into me, twisting them just right so that he’s tapping my g-spot with a force I’ve never felt.
He pulls his fingers out, then I help him wiggle my panties off. He spreads my legs wider this time, taking in every inch of me. “Fuck, Devon. I could come just looking at your pussy.” I clench my ass, the dull ache between my legs growing more painful. He lowers himself, bringing his lips to my steaming center as his tongue dances up and down my dripping slit. With just the right amount of pressure, he traces circles around my tiny bundle of nerves with his expert tongue as he fingers me. I’m surely soaking the countertop, lifting my hips with each thrust so his fingers reach as deep inside of me as he wants.
It feels so naughty, so dirty that we’re in the kitchen. My fingers fist the back of his thick, still wet hair, pushing his hungry mouth forcefully up against me as I fuck his face. My breath quickens and soon the familiar feeling arises, that uncontrollable quake deep inside of my core. Every nerve in my body ignites and I release every ounce of desire I’ve held for Weston over the last decade.
“I’m coming, Wes.” My hips buck forward, as though I’m frozen. Weston keeps licking and sucking, tapping my g-spot so hard I don’t think I’ll ever stop twitching against his full, soft lips.
“Oh my God, you have to stop.” I say, gently moving his face away.
