9. West
9
WEST
“Are you warm enough?”
Her lips curve into a smile. “Yes, thank you.”
The touch of her hand against my chest is making it hard to breathe. I don’t know how I thought I could honestly keep my hands off this woman. The need to roll her onto her back and take her with my mouth almost overwhelms me. Then I remember the no bra thing, and there is no controlling my dick anymore.
“West, are you okay?”
I realize I’m staring at her. What a loser. Focus! Yet, it’s a little hard to do that when I don’t give a flying fuck about Yellowstone. “I’m fine, but if I’m bein’ honest, you’re a little distractin’.”
I love the way she bats her eyelashes, like she has no clue what she does to me without even trying. “Why would that be?”
I try to tear my gaze away, but it’s impossible. “Because you smell and look so damn delicious.” She rolls her lips, and I purse mine. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just... do you feel like a teenager all over again? I keep checking my watch to see if I should let Asher know I’m going to be late.”
It’s impossible to hide my grin. “Actually, you do have this ability to make me feel like a boy again.” I pique a brow. “Where did you tell Asher you were goin’ tonight?”
Now it’s her turn to purse her lips, then she winces. “I... I didn’t tell him exactly where I was going or with whom, and before you say anything, it’s not for any reason other than keeping what we’re doing private.”
“And what is it we’re doin’ exactly, Peaches?”
“Enjoying each other’s company.” She hesitates. “But you’re one to talk.”
I love the back and forth between us. It’s like foreplay. “Meanin’?”
“West, you know what the girls at the club call you.”
“Glad I’m sittin’ down, enlighten me.”
She laughs softly. “A silver fox.”
I brush a curl back off her face. “You know, I’ve heard that a few times. Those Booktok girls can be wild.”
“Booktok girls?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know about Booktok?”
Nevada and I had this conversation a while back, when he was warning me not to hurt his mom. I pay attention, but even though he’s half my age, he had no clue what I was talking about.
“I worked with Lace,” she says. “So I know all about kindle girls and what they’re reading behind those innocent-looking kindle sleeves.”
“What are they reading?”
She lowers her voice. “Dirty stuff.”
I roll my lips. “Is that right?”
“Oh, it’s even worse than you think. They also have audio books and some of the filthy things these men say...” She fans herself. “Let’s just say it’s probably best not to listen in public.”
My dick thickens at the idea of talking dirty to her while I ease myself inside her tight little pussy. Lord, have mercy. She liked my dirty talk at Faux Paws yesterday... Oh, I can do dirty talk ‘til the cows come home, sweetheart. “Do you like it?”
“It’s certainly spicy.”
I dip my mouth to her ear. “I saw you blushing yesterday when I said those things about what I wanted to do to you.” Her fingers brush against my ribs, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. She’s so effortlessly sexy.
Her big eyes meet mine once more. “Did you mean them? About stealing my panties?”
I don’t even hide my smile. “Yes, but I’m also a patient man?—”
“What if I’m not a patient woman?” Her voice is seductively low, like she knows what she’s doing but is so innocent at the same time. She also doesn’t wait for an answer; she surprises me by pressing her palm against my chest as she pushes herself up and her lips find mine. They barely brush over mine as my hands find her waist; her dress has risen up, but she doesn’t seem to care. The pulsating in my veins feels nuclear as the kiss deepens, before I know it, she’s climbed into my lap and she’s straddling me.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” She almost sing-songs the words like she’s my own little vixen.
“I know where I’d like my tongue.” I kiss her this time, my tongue sweeping against hers as she mewls, grinding down against my cock. I can’t even control myself, and I feel like I might spurt in my fuckin’ jeans at how hot she feels in my arms.
Her lips are so soft, so perfect, and when she kisses me back, I grip her hips harder, holding her down against me. “ West, ” she moans.
“West on the couch, Hustler in bed, baby .”
Her hot little pussy is rubbing against me, and even though I’m wearing jeans that I wish would disappear like a magic trick, I can’t fuckin’ take much more.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers.
“You feel that?”
“Yes.”
“My dick’s been hard for you for the better part of a year.”
She gasps at my words, our kisses hot and frantic. “It has?”
“The dirty things I wanted to do to you at the weddin’, now I wish I had.”
Her hands pressing against my chest, I nuzzle my face into her neck, kissing her gently as one hand roams over her ass and the other works up her ribs. I want to play with these tits, but I don’t know if I’m moving too fast to second base until she says. “Touch me, West.”
I gently nip her neck as she rocks against me, and my hand snakes up her body to cup her breast. The noise she makes hits me with force as I fondle her, and we make out like we’ve both been deprived.
“Wanna get you off just like this,” I grunt as I rock her hips over my dick, dragging her back and forth.
“That feels so good.”
I pinch her nipple and she cries out. “What about that?”
“Yes.”
“Can I see these pretty tits, Peaches?”
She doesn’t answer but starts fumbling with the buttons down the front. I knock her hands away and take over, adrenaline building as she stares down at me, her breathing just as ragged as mine. The dress spills open, and I’m reminded that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her tits are a perfect handful and I stare at them, her darkened nipples taut and ready for my mouth. “So fuckin’ pretty,” I murmur.
She watches as I cup them, my thumbs brushing over the tight buds as she groans, her eyes squeezing shut. “ West.”
“Watch me,” I tell her. Her eyes spring open. “Watch me suck these pretty little buds while I make you come, baby. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she cries when my tongue darts out and I lick one nipple. “Yes, I want to.”
“Then be a good girl and push those tits in my face.” She does as instructed, shifting to her knees as she lifts up, and I suck on one rosy nipple. Her eyes are hooded as I fondle her, enjoying every single murmur and pant she has to offer. I start to move her hips again, rocking her against me. I’m so close to coming myself, and I don’t give a fuck if I make a mess in my jeans; it’ll be worth it.
“West, that’s... oh God, that’s so good...” I love how she pants my name.
“Let go, My Little Peach, let me hear you, baby.”
“I’m going to make a mess on your jeans,” she cries, her neck and cheeks flushed, and I know she’s close.
“Fine by me.” I grip her hips, lifting her the skirt of her dress, and that’s when I realize something crucial right as she comes... she’s not wearing any panties.
I watch in fascination as she tips her head back and cries out, moaning some variation of both my names as I ride her through her pleasure. My hands gripping her hips where the material of her panties should be... my dirty little minx. I reach to suck a nipple into my mouth as she rolls into a second orgasm, and I bite it softly, loving how her hands grip my hair as she tugs.
I’m so close to exploding. I still her hips, and then she opens her eyes. I lift my head and press my forehead to hers, and I’ll never forget this sight—my baby doll with her pretty, expensive dress wide open, her tits spilling free as she rides me without panties on. She turned up here without underwear on because My Peaches wanted sex.
“Now,” I murmur, and it’s as if I just ran a marathon. “You’re gonna tell me why you have no panties on or a bra, and then I’m gonna decide if I’m gonna finger this pussy when you’re bein’ such a dirty, dirty girl.”
“West!” She cries when I lick her nipples one at a time. My hand is so close to cupping her mound and sliding a finger in her hot little hole, but she hasn’t okayed that yet.
“I’m waitin’.”
“I...” she groans when I lick between her breasts all the way up to her neck. “I was feeling so daring and, well, a little, uh, turned on when I left the house.”
I love how shy she is with her words. “Did you bring any panties with you?”
“They’re in my purse.”
“You put your panties in your purse?”
She tries to bury her face in my neck, and I relish in the warmth between us. “You’re making me shy.”
I grunt out a laugh. “I think deep down you like bein’ my dirty little girl, don’t you?”
She kisses my neck, and I move a hand to my buckle to loosen it, then I stop myself. She bites on my pulse point. “I do like it, but I think you bring it out in me.”
“Do you want me to touch you, Audrina?” I breathe. “Do you want me to play with this pretty pussy?”
Her lips press against mine. “Yes, please .” Hearing her admit that makes me want to burst. “But I think I should loosen you up a little.”
I jerk as her fingers brush against me as she reaches for my buckle. She makes light work of undoing it and popping the button on my jeans as she slides my zipper down. I can’t even form any words as I watch her. My dick isn’t out, but the extra room is a welcome relief.
I grip her ass, running my hands over the smooth skin as I slide one hand around over her thigh, and I cup her pussy. Immediate warmth hits me, and then I feel how wet she is.
“Fuck,” I growl. “I’m gonna die from touchin’ you, baby.”
She moves her hips against my flat palm, and I slide my middle finger inside her wet hole. She immediately cries out, and her hand grips my wrist as I gently move in and out of her.
“So tight. Jesus, you’re so perfect.”
She grinds down, and I feel her hand flatten against my dick as she palms me, and I jerk in response. I’m so wound up. I want her to take my dick out. I want her to take it in her tiny little palm and then lick my tip before I slide it down her pretty throat.
I brush her clit with my thumb, and she makes a groan that hits me right between the legs.
“West, oh God!” She climaxes again, and I can’t hold on as she palms my cock over my underwear and I come. I fuckin’ come in my briefs, and my dick isn’t even out. I close my eyes and groan, enjoying how wet she is, and then I hear her giggle.
My eyes fly open.
“Did you just—” I cut off her words with my mouth, sucking on her bottom lip as I roll her onto the couch so she’s on her back.
“You think that’s funny? That you just made me come in my pants like a horny little teenager?”
She bites down on her bottom lip, and I keep sucking on it, palming her tits as I lie on top of her.
“It is kinda funny.”
“I’m a mess.”
“Did you want to go clean up?” I see the amusement in her eyes, but I don’t have time for that. I want to eat her pussy.
“No. I don't. What I want to do is spread your legs and roll my tongue over your sweet little clit til you’re beggin’ me for it.”
“You’re so dirty,” she whispers, her face looks at me in awe. Oh, she’s no idea how dirty I can be.
“Do you like it, princess? Do you like my dirty words?”
“West?” I love how her breathing is ragged. “Will you take your pants off?”
“What about my shirt?”
“That, too.”
I try not to laugh. She’s so goddamn sweet. I move off the couch and take my jeans off, then I rip my Henley over my head and watch as her eyes drink me in.
“My God, your body is amazing,” she tells me. “I know you work out, but this is ridiculous.”
“Not as much as you’re gonna get worked out by the time I’m done,” I promise.
I keep my briefs on and slide back between her legs, flipping her dress up so her bare pussy is on display. I groan.
“Did you get waxed for me?” I grunt. “Did you wax this pretty pussy because you wanted me to see it?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation.
“When?” I brush my fingers over her clit and her folds, and she shivers.
“Um, uh, a few days ago.”
“Before our fight?”
“We didn’t fight; it was a misunderstanding, mainly on my part.”
I grunt again. “How could I ever want another girl when you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”
She swallows hard, then says, “I have a confession.”
I stop my ministrations. “Let’s hear it.”
“I bought condoms for the first time.”
My eyes go wide, then my tone deepens. “Did you buy those for me?”
She nods.
“Did you buy them because you wanted me to take you to bed, Peaches?”
“God, it was such an embarrassing experience, I even wore glasses and a hat in case anyone I knew saw me.”
I burst out laughing. “Tell me you didn’t.”
She laughs too. “I’m so bad at this. I did try to warn you.”
“You also didn’t answer the question about me taking you to bed.”
I brush over her clit again, and she gasps. “Yes,” she sighs. I kiss her quickly on the lips as I make my way south, and she adds, “Wait, are you really going to, uh, do that?”
I kiss her belly over the fabric of her dress, wanting to rip it off her body, but I also want to see her in it again, only so I can peel it off all over again.
“Do what, baby?”
I kiss the tops of her thighs, edging closer to my goal but also wanting to keep teasing her.
“ That!”
“I’m pretty dumb, gonna have to spell it out to me.”
“Oral sex,” she whispers, one arm folding over her eyes. “It’s just I’ve never... he never...”
I lift up from between her thighs. “Your ex never did that?”
She shakes her head. “He wasn’t into it, not that I want to think about him when you’re on top of me.”
I stare at her dumbfounded. “He wasn’t into it?” I say the words, though the meaning isn’t hitting right. “Is he fuckin’ insane?”
She shrugs. “I just... I just thought it wasn’t something married couples do.”
“It’s something real men do.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep. So, I’m guessing this is a first for you?” I can hardly believe my luck.
“Yes, is that embarrassing at my age?”
“Nope, what it is is a damn shame.” I blow on her pussy, my eyes still on hers. She ripples in delight, trying to close her legs, but I don’t let her. “Because I’m gonna send you to Heaven and back, just like I promised, and when I’m done, you’re gonna take my cock out and put it in your dirty little mouth.”
I’m pushing the boundaries, but something tells me she likes it. I bet she can’t even say the word cock. It amuses me.
“Oh.”
“Do you want my dick in your mouth, Audrina?”
“I... I... yes.”
I lick her slit, and I feel her knees around my ears, but I push her legs open. Knowing this is her first time has me feeling a new kind of energy surge. My dick, even though I’ve already emptied myself, is ready to go again. I lick her again and again, then suck on each of her lips, and only when she’s squirming underneath me do I suck her clit into my mouth. She orgasms loud and hard, her hands clutching my head as I take every single one of her groans and lap her harder, inserting a finger as I slide in and out. “West, West!”
Her slickness drips all over my hand, coating them as I spread her pussy with my fingers, my tongue replacing where I penetrated. I fuck her with my tongue, and she jolts as I give her exactly what she needs.
“ Oh, oh!” she breathes. “I’m coming, oh my God, that’s so good...”
I lap her up, and she lifts her hips and comes all over my face, my dick so hard I may come for the second time tonight in my goddamn underwear. “Fuck, baby.” I press kisses over her mound and her thighs as I work my way back up her body. “Do you wanna see how good you taste?”
Her eyes go wide as I laugh, but she pulls me in, and our mouths crash before I can blink. I think my girl has been locked up like a prisoner for far too long. She feels so good.
“Naked,” I pant. “I want you naked, Audrina.”
She pushes up, her hands on my chest as I roll back, and she strokes her hands up my body. “What you just did to me shouldn’t be legal.”
“Your pussy shouldn’t be legal, it’s so damn tight.”
She palms my cock, and I groan. “You’re so big, Hustler. Just like I knew you would be.”
I can’t hold back my amusement. I pull her closer, our foreheads touching. “Have you been thinkin’ about me, Peaches?”
“I’m always thinking about you.” She squeezes my dick through my briefs, and the embarrassment about coming in them is long forgotten.
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Did you dream about this moment, when we’d be naked together?” I want to hear her talk dirty to me.
“I can’t deny that I wondered what you like in bed.”
“I like you , a lot.”
She smiles, continuing to stroke me. “I can see that; what I meant was, if you’d like, uh, foreplay or just getting right to it.” She almost whispers the word foreplay.
“Sex, you can say it.”
She looks away, and I love it when she’s like this.
“Do you like me playin’ with your body?” I go on.
She nods. “I love it. You make me feel alive, West, like you switched a light on inside me.”
“I want this so badly, baby, but you’re not obligated to do this just because I — ahh!"
She slides her hand into my briefs and wraps her palm around my dick. Her other hand works on tugging them down until my dick and balls are exposed. “Holy, oh my...” She gasps. I wouldn’t say I’m godzilla, but I’m decent. “You’re, wow... you’re huge.” But hearing her say that makes it swell even more.
“Or just slide your hand into my pants,” I muse.
“It’s all sticky,” she laughs. “What’s the matter, West, are you gonna blow again?”
I cup her face as she strokes me. “Cheeky.” I kiss her chastely. “My dirty little girl.”
I glance down as she grips me, stroking me slowly, my release making it slippery, and I have no clue if she’s going to go down on me until she shifts and all of a sudden her head is in my lap.
Kill.Me.Now.
I can’t even believe how perfect this woman is, and now she has me right where she wants me. I have no problem being flat on my back, or anywhere for that matter, as long as it’s what she wants. I want to give her everything, but as she licks the head of my dick, I think she’s the one who’s giving everything to me.