Never Been Worse (Evergreen Park #3)

Chapter 22 – Wes

TWENTY-TWO

WES

“Go upstairs,” I say as we step inside, kicking my shoes off into a corner as I turn my back to her to lock the door behind us. “Our bed. Naked.” It’s a command, one I expect her to obey.

The drive was the most blissful kind of torture I’ve ever endured, the kind I’ll revisit in my mind many, many times from now until the day I die. Though, if things go my way, I won’t have to relive the moment on my own.

But as tends to be Harper's way, when I turn toward the stairs, I’m surprised to find her undoing the back of her sinful dress, letting it fall in a puddle around her until she’s completely naked in the foyer, save for those heels, her wedding rings, and the W necklace. When I gave her the jewelry, I never anticipated what a fucking sight it would be for her to wear nothing but them.

Okay, that’s a bit of a lie. I’ve pictured exactly that many times. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve jacked off to the idea of what Harper would look like in nothing but that necklace. Ever since she wore that tiny bathing suit that was the temptation to end all temptations and hid little to nothing from my imagination.

But the reality proves to be much, much greater than my imagination.

“Harper.” I take in her body, all lush curves and miles of freckled skin, her copper hair falling in waves over one shoulder as she smiles before taking a step toward me. “Harper,” I repeat, warning in the word because the look on her face is absolutely devious. Still, she continues to move closer until she’s right in front of me, head tilting up to look at me. Instinctively, my hands move to cup her jaw, and I press my lips to hers.

I can’t get enough of her. I briefly wonder if I ever will as my tongue swipes along the seam of her lips, as they open to me, as her tongue swipes against mine.

Probably not.

My hand slides down her naked back, a shiver running through her as I finally take the opportunity to hold her bare ass in my hands, groaning as I cup it and pull her into me. Maybe I’ll just fuck her right here on the floor because I’m not sure if I can make it up the stairs and to our room.

No , this has been such a long time coming. I think I can wait another moment.

I think she’s on the same page as me when her hands move to the waist of my pants, unzipping and pushing them down, my feet stepping out and kicking them to the side.

Once more, she surprises me as she shifts, moving to her knees before me. Those high heels are all I can see besides her gorgeous red hair and her full pink lips and her wide green eyes staring up at me as she wraps her hand around my cock, slowly tugging once. I groan at the feel, at the look, and at the way her eyes go wide when she looks at my hard cock, something that makes it bob with pride.

“Take off your shirt,” she whispers, and I do as she asks because I think I’d do anything she asks right now. I toss it to the floor, and then all conscious thoughts leave my mind when her small, pink tongue moves out, trailing from base to tip in one long swipe, her eyes locked on mine as she does. A shuddering breath leaves my lungs as she takes the head between her lips and sucks, twirling her tongue over the tip.

“I told you to go upstairs,” I say, my voice low and gravelly with need.

Her mouth pops off as she looks at me. “I don’t want to,” she says in a pout, her hand tugging at my cock.

My jaw goes loose just a bit, my hand moving to her hair against my will, gently gathering the thick locks into a ponytail. “You’ve got a smart mouth, you know that, Harper?”

Her eyes twinkle like she finds this to be a fun challenge. “What are you going to do about it?” she asks low, her breath ghosting along my cock.

“Guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?” I lean back a bit to get a better view of her tongue licking the precum off the tip as she jacks me slowly. “Suck it, baby.”

Her eyes go wide with my command before they go heated. They never leave mine as she slides me into her mouth, enclosing me in warm, wet heat, and giving me everything I’ve been dying to feel for months. Years.

“God, your mouth feels good,” I breathe, watching her slide me back out, leaving a trail of spit before she sucks hard on the head. “Fuck!”

My hand moves on its own volition, pressing on the back of her head to guide her, excitement filling her eyes at the move.

Because of course it does.

There is not a doubt in my mind that Harper was made to be mine in every sense of the word. Of course her likes and dislikes would line up with mine: she’s my own dream come true. Slowly, her lips reach the bottom of my cock, her jaw going slack and the head slipping down the back of her throat. That’s when I twist her makeshift ponytail, wrapping it around my hand and tugging her back to the tip, then slide her to the base once more. She moans around me as I guide her, as I begin to use her mouth for my own pleasure.

A deep moan leaves my lips at the sight, Harper on her knees before me in nothing but her heels, sucking my cock, eyes glued to me, her red hair wrapped around my fist. Her hand goes up, cupping my balls and I groan, tugging a bit harder on her hair.

She moans again, telling me she likes that, and I watch with astonishment as her free hand moves between her own legs, beginning to touch herself.

Made. For. Me .

“Fuck, Harper, you’re getting off on this as much as I am, aren’t you?” Her hand starts moving faster, and I start to move her head to a similar rhythm. The noises in this foyer are fucking heaven—her mouth working me, her muffled moans, the sound of her hand between her legs, playing with her wetness.

“My little wife is a good little slut, isn’t she?” I murmur, looking down at her, her cheeks hollowing around me. She moans around me, head nodding as much as she’s able, and her eyes slip shut with desire. My fingers tighten in her hair, tugging it tighter as I do. “No, eyes on me while you take your husband’s cock deep.” Her eyes snap open, looking at me, wide and obedient as I tell her what I need her to know while I have her here.

Another one of her moans vibrates along my cock, and I feel it building, my balls tightening, and I need to get out of her mouth and up the stairs to our bed now. I tug on her hair, but she slides her mouth over my cock faster, like this is some race and she wants to win.

“Harper, I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.” Another muffled moan escapes her, and I groan. “Harper.”

But her hands are moving to my hips, one wet with her, and she urges me forward, telling me to fuck her face. “ Fuck, ” I groan, wanting that, but also not sure. “I want to come inside you, Harper.”

Finally, she unseals her mouth from me.

“And you will. But first, I want you to come down my throat, Wes.” Her eyes are wide with her words before she adds, “Please.” I’m helpless to her, even more so when she widens her knees, putting one hand back between them and sliding in a finger, leaning back so I can see as her other hand pumps me. A loud moan leaves her lips. “Fuck my face and come down my throat and then fuck me. Let me take the edge off, baby. We’ve got all night.” She tilts her head, licking the side of my cock. “Please.”

Who am I to say no when she asks so nicely?

All resistance is snapped then, and my hand tightens in her hair once more, guiding her mouth to my tip and sliding in. I hold her in place, moving my hips to fuck her face. She likes it, if the way her hand moves faster and the moans coming from her are any tell. I groan, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can commit this vision to memory.

It builds, my balls tightening up once more before I warn her. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” I groan. She nods around me, giving me a quiet mm-hmm, and that’s what sends me over, coming down her throat, and thrusting until I’m spent. I’m breathing hard as she swallows around me, her tongue roving over my dick in her mouth, and realizing it’s barely the edge taken off.

My grip on her hair gentles, and she slides her mouth off me, giving me a small smile before her lips go loose, a gentle sigh leaving her.

She’s still fingering herself.

“Wes,” she moans, and I stand there for a moment, watching my wife finger fuck her cunt, wet from sucking me off, before I bend down, lifting her as I move toward the stairs. She shifts her body, and I feel her wet pussy on my side, and her little pants as she shifts her hips, trying to get friction any way she can. “That was so hot,” she moans in my ear as I’m three steps up, her teeth biting my earlobe when I hesitate.

I should wait.

I really should.

The next time she comes, it should be around my cock, but I’m a selfish man, and the feeling of her, wet and needy on my side, cracks my restraints. I want to taste Harper Holden’s pussy more than I have ever wanted anything in this life.

I place her on the stairs, ass on the edge of one, elbows holding her up on another, her hooded eyes looking down at me like she owns me.

She does, of course.

Thankfully, I’m learning it’s a mutual ownership.

“Wes,” she starts, confused. “We need?—”

“Open up,” I growl, kneeling on a few stairs below her, hands moving to her inner thighs and pulling them apart for my eyes to see my reward. When I lock eyes on her dripping cunt, I groan. She’s pink and wet and pretty, already swollen and begging for my mouth. Somehow, I gather the willpower to refrain, using one finger to slide down her center, dipping two knuckles into her and pulling a moan from her before moving out and up to circle her clit.

“Fuck, my wife is pretty,” I whisper, almost to myself.

I clearly did something right in this life, because this in front of me? A fucking prize.

“Are you going to just stare at it, or are you going to eat it?” Harper asks, staring at me, and when I look, there’s a small smile on her lips, a tease in her eyes.

This fucking woman.

A perfect match for me.

I return the grin, then shift the hand on her inner thigh to her knee and start to close her legs. “If you’re going to be a little brat...” I start, and she shakes her head frantically, opening her legs wider.

“No. No, please, Wes.”

“You sound so pretty begging for me, little wife.” And then, because I’m a generous man, and also because I’ve been waiting for this for years, I bend down, wrapping my lips around her clit, and I suck.

She shouts, her back arching. Her hand instantly moves to the back of my head, twining in my hair, fingers digging into my scalp just like I’ve imagined so many times before. Harper moans as I devour her, as I run my tongue over her clit, as I slide my tongue inside her, letting her ride it. I moan into her, and her hips buck at the vibration.

When my mouth moves back to her clit, one of my hands moves, sliding a single, thick finger into her wet cunt, and she moans my name. It’s become somewhat of a chant as her pussy tightens on my fingers, as her hips move to guide my finger at the same time her hand in my hair guides my mouth, showing me what pressure she likes, how she wants me to eat her.

“Wes, Wes,” she moans. “I’m going to come. Oh, oh!” I move faster, groaning into her because fuck yes , I’ve even been dying for her to come on my face, and then it happens.

My wife falls, tightening around my fingers, a new wash of wetness hitting my tongue as she screams my name. She continues to rock against me as she comes down, as my finger continues to move in her, my tongue trailing up over her to clean up every drop. Finally, when her hips slow to a stop, I stand, leaning down and grabbing her once more. My cock is rock-hard again after the small reprieve, and I take the last few remaining steps before turning toward my room.

My lips move to the skin below her neck and suck there.

“What was that?” she asks with a giggle.

“That was me starting my mission to have you on every surface of this fucking monstrosity of a house.”

“Oh,” she whispers, and I smile as I enter our room, tossing her on the bed. She shifts to the center, and then she’s spread, one elbow on the bed, the other hand between her legs. It’s like she can’t help it, as if it’s been building between us for so long she can’t sate it with just one or two orgasms.

I understand the feeling, my cock bobbing with need as I take her in.

“Jesus, look at you.” I don’t move from where I stand and watch her. My hand moves to stroke my cock, and she bites her lip.

“Like what you see?” she asks delicately, unnecessary nerves hidden beneath her bravado.

“A hell of a lot. Wider, so I can watch while I roll this on,” I say, grabbing a condom from the nightstand, and she obeys. I slide it on over my cock, Harper licking her lips as I do, and I shake my head, smiling at her. “Like what you see?”

“A hell of a lot,” she whispers as I finish my task.

Finally, I crawl up the bed, up her body, before we’re face-to-face, pressing my lips to hers.

Suddenly, everything changes. My need is still fevered, but it’s tinged with something beautiful, like the understanding that something big is about to happen and that we’re about to change everything in the best way possible.

“I’m crazy for you,” I whisper, my lips brushing her, one hand in the bed, the other resting on the side of her face.

“I’m yours,” she says, somehow knowing it’s what I need to hear, what I’ve been dying to hear. “For however long you want me.”

I line up the head of my cock with her entrance, moaning as the heat of her wraps my tip before I press my forehead to hers.

“How’s forever sound?” I shouldn’t do it, talk to her like this about when we’re about to fuck for the first time, but I can’t help it. This feels monumental, and she knows it.

“Really fucking good,” she whispers, then lifts her hips, taking me into her. We groan in unison as I push into her all the way, slowly filling and stretching her until I’m seated deep inside. It’s fucking perfect.

“Fuck,” I groan deep into her neck through gritted teeth.

“I’m so full,” she breathes, making my cock twitch.

I laugh, as I always seem to do with Harper. “Do you want this to end quickly?” I ask, sliding out slowly and then pushing back in.

She gasps, her hand moving to my neck and gripping tight, in time with the way her pussy clamps on me. “I’m just…” She takes in a shaky breath as I slide out again, seeming to lose her train of thought. “Oh my god, Wes, it’s so perfect. We’re so fucking perfect.” It’s an admission, and she knows it.

“Yeah,” I whisper into her neck. I knew it would be like this with her, all-consuming and soul-changing, but I don’t think I understood the magnitude of it as I continue sliding in and out of her, filling her with each thrust. Her legs move, wrapping around my hips, tightening to urge me on before her nails dig into me.

“More. Please, more,” she begs

“I don’t want to?—”

“Fuck me, Wes. Please, I need you.” That snaps my delicate tether on reality and common sense, and I pull out before slamming in. She moans loudly with that, head snapping back, back arching with all-consuming pleasure. I shift, placing my palms beside her head, caging her in. I hold her eyes as I start fucking her hard, pounding deep, giving in to what we both need.

“I’m close,” she whispers, something I knew because of the vise-like grip on my cock.

“I know,” I groan, grinding into her with my thrust. “I know. Me too.” I continue to fuck her, liking watching her hold off, waiting for me to let her fall. I never told her that was something I liked, having the control of her orgasm, but somehow, as seems to be her way, she just knew.

Finally, I can’t hold off much longer, so I groan as I pull out. “Now, baby.” Then I slam in deep, feeling her pussy spasm around me, her body going still as she comes apart, and I follow her, pushing in deeper as I come, moaning her name into her ear, knowing I’ll never say another name like this again in my life.