Chapter 24
It Was Gonna Happen
CALLIE
Wes closes the door behind us and slides the deadbolt, then crashes his mouth onto mine.
He bends down and picks me up again, holding my thighs around his sides so I can wrap my legs around him.
Step, step, step. I vaguely recognize that he’s walking us down the apartment hallway, but he’s kissing me the entire time and it’s hard to notice anything else.
I was both right and wrong about Wes. He’s definitely a criminal involved in bad things.
Worse than I’d imagined. By far. But he’s also a really decent guy.
He protects the right people and takes down the worst ones.
He doesn’t pretend bad things don’t happen, instead, he chases the ones responsible for them.
We don’t turn the lights on. I don’t look around.
He walks me through a doorway and in a smooth motion, pushes me onto the bed, pulls off my jeans and my shirt, and leaves me on my back in my bra and underwear.
He pulls his hoodie over his head with one hand and kicks off his jeans, so he’s left only in his boxer briefs.
He pauses for a beat at the bottom of the bed, his chiseled chest on display in the moonlight, his expression heated and predatory as he stares down at me.
“Wes,” I say as he lets his eyes soak in my body and then drops onto the bed and crawls over me.
This is spiraling out of control. We should have a conversation before we have sex.
Talk about… things. Make sure it’s clear what we are doing.
I feel his heat as he pauses above me, then lowers his body onto mine.
The flesh-on-flesh contact is almost more than I can handle, but then he slides his hand down my abdomen, and into my soaking wet underwear.
I moan as his fingers find the place they left off before we were interrupted in the kitchen, his thumb massaging my clit, his finger slowly slipping into my pussy.
“What, Calliope?” Wes looks down at where he’s stroking me, and my eyes follow. I watch his fingers work my body, and I’m already half coming at the sight of his huge length pushing up against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He slides a second finger inside me, and I gasp, my eyes squeezing shut.
“This is just—” I moan loudly, unable to control myself. The friction feels so fucking good “—oh god. That feels so good.”
Instead of answering, he presses his mouth to mine, then proceeding to slide his tongue in and out in the same rhythm as he pumps his fingers.
How can I already be on the edge? Fuck me.
He breaks the kiss, and without removing his fingers from my pussy, he tugs his briefs down and reveals his incredible cock.
It’s engorged and thick, and I gasp at the thought of that thing inside of me.
A second later, he’s leaning over me again, lowering himself down to press his cock against my thigh, thrusting against me.
God damn he is good at this. Just when I’m on the edge, he pulls his fingers out with a sinfully wet squelch.
“I want to taste you, sweetheart,” he says, and I almost black out. “Can I taste you?”
I nod, because god knows I can’t come up with any words right now.
Wes dips his head between my legs and fuck!
I moan when his lips press against me, his tongue sliding between my folds, then a finger entering me, then a second.
Now he’s sucking on my clit, and I—I can’t focus on anything, especially when he curls his fingers and sucks so hard I see stars, coming long and hard and on his face.
He keeps licking long after I’m done, then crawls up over me.
“Good girl. Now, were you going to say something?”
I’m panting, looking up at him, his cock a hard rod between us.
“I… I can’t remember.” My breath is still coming fast, my heartbeat racing.
“Yes, you can.” Wes leans down and kisses my lips. I taste myself on his mouth and shiver, and as he places gentle kisses on my cheek, jaw, neck, I remember what I was thinking before his fingers and mouth distracted me. I make a hmm sound.
“Well.” This is going to come out so bad. I don’t even want to talk about it anymore, especially with his dick sliding along my belly, the promise of more ahead of us.
“Tell me, sweetheart.” Wes’s lips find my right breast, and his mouth wraps around my nipple, his tongue flicking and sucking. I involuntarily arch my back and let out a low moan.
Focus! Fuck.
“Fine. I was going to say—but now wish I wasn’t—that I don’t know what this is between us.
” I’m jelly underneath him, and my breathing is accelerating.
Wes drags a hand up my body and plays with my left breast. He’s trying to distract me.
Maybe he doesn’t want to hear this as much as I don’t want to say it.
“But this is all I can give you right now.”
He pauses and looks at me. “Fucking?”
“Yes.” I lift my hands to his head and pull him up to my mouth, then reach down and tug his hips down until his cock is between my legs. I’m still so wet, it won’t take much for him to slide right in. “Is this enough? Just fucking?”
Am I crazy? I watched Wes hold a man still while his brother stabbed him to death.
It was planned and intentional. They’re murderers.
Serial killers. Wes is also a stalker and clearly a bit obsessive.
I feel like I should care a lot more about that, but I want him so deeply that they all seem like good things, not red flags.
Because when I think about it through the lens of him having my back, maybe they are all green flags.
Fuck the flags. I don’t care what color they are. I want him.
“I’m not sure I accept that this is only fucking, but okay, for now, Calliope.” Wes leans down and kisses me. “But I need you to say the words out loud.”
“What words?”
“Tell me you want me to fuck you. Say you want my cock to fill your pussy. Tell me—”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck me. I want you inside me.” Damn, am I begging? Yup! Sounds like it. “Do whatever you want with me. With my body.”
“Good girl.” Wes kisses me, and I can feel him smile against my mouth.
For the first time, I don’t mind being called a good girl.
He pushes my legs together and nudges the tip of his cock at the intersection of my thighs and my pussy, pushing into the tight space, his cock sliding along my hot core.
I’m still sensitive from coming, and it feels so good.
As he thrusts, I lose the ability to think straight.
His hands are everywhere, one of them pulling my wrists above my head, stretching me out so I’m even more bare than before.
Wes reaches down and shoves my legs apart, then drags his engorged cock along my swollen, desperate slit.
“Fuck me, Wes,” I moan his name.
“You feel so good,” Wes says, whispering in my ear. Moonlight shines in from the window, illuminating the side of his gorgeous face. I’m drunk, yet I haven’t had a drink. I’m floating, yet I’m pinned to this bed.
I try to answer him, say that he also feels so good too, but I can’t get a word out.
“I’m desperate to feel you from the inside.” Wes slowly moves his hips so his cock rubs against my pussy. I whimper. “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and I got tested after that.”
“Yes, please. And I got tested as soon as I told Shane I wanted a divorce. I’m clear.” Thank fuck I found my voice. “I’ve never gone off the pill. I want you bare inside me. Please, Wesley, do it.”
He moans, and his cock twitches at the word bare. As soon as I consent, I feel the head of Wes’s cock nudging my entrance. I gasp and try to hold it together.
“Say it again, Calliope. Tell me to fuck you bare.”
“Please, Wesley. Please fuck me bare.” I know what he wants me to do. Beg him some more. And I’m more than willing. “Please.”
He pushes an inch into me, and my pussy stretches for him. I groan.
“Say it again. Louder.”
“Fuck me, Wes. Fuck me, please.”
He pushes in another inch, and the breath is stolen from my lungs. There’s no way he’s going to fit, no way—
Wes pulls out, and I feel horribly empty. He hangs his head for a second above me, taking a few deep breaths.
“Wes, please.” Now I really am begging.
“I just need a minute so I don’t come before I get fully inside you.” Wes pushes back into me, farther this time, and he swears under his breath.
I buck up my hips and get him in deeper, but there’s so much more to go.
“You feel so fucking good, Calliope. But I need you to take a little more, okay, sweetheart? I need your pussy to stretch and take all of my cock.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He pushes further in, and I feel like I’m being torn in half in the best possible way. Wes reaches down and massages my clit. He’s still got my hands secured above my head, but I’m not going anywhere.
Wes thrusts once more and takes a deep breath.
“You good, sweetheart?” Concern laces his voice, wavering for a second.
I nod, and he leans down to give me a messy kiss, licking my bottom lip, then pulls out before thrusting in again.
He keeps going, and I feel like I’m in another world, on another planet, and it’s just his cock and my pussy and the building of pleasure that starts deep in my center until it spreads and I’m coming, so hard, I might even scream, but he’s grunting and coming inside me, our joint orgasm going on impossibly long until he rests on his elbows above me, his cock still inside.
“Fuck, Calliope. That was perfect.” He’s panting and struggling for control.
“Yeah, it was.” I try to catch my breath. It was exactly what I needed. A good fuck to ground me, get it out of my system, maybe break this weird obsessive relationship I have with Wes. I can’t work through any of this now, not when we’re still naked and sweaty and he’s inside of me.
Later. I’ll think about it later.
But then I meet his intense gaze, and with the way his blue eyes are locked on me, I think we just made it worse. We didn’t break anything. And for now, I’m okay with that. More than okay with it. I’m drunk on it. I’m high. I’m fucked up on whatever drug Wes is made of.
He pulls out and reaches down to rub his finger in the mess of me and him on my pussy.
“You are a dream, Calliope. You’re just dripping with us.” Wes drags his finger up my body, leaving a trail of wetness. He leans down to kiss me, then scoots off the bed. “Stay exactly there. I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up.”
As if I could even move? I’m blown away by what just happened. By this entire evening, which feels like it lasted a hundred years.
Wes returns to run a warm washcloth up my thighs, over my stomach, and between my legs, gently cleaning me up. Then he cleans himself up before crawling back onto the bed and wrapping himself around me as the big spoon.
“I still have to brush my teeth,” I say as I melt back into his chest, every inch of my naked back and ass pressed against him.
“Oh, sweetheart, we’re not going to sleep yet.
We’re just on break.” Then he slides his hand from my neck down to my stomach, gently swirling his fingers in soft circles on my skin.
He’s already growing hard behind me, his cock nestled against my ass, and when his fingers make their way back into my pussy, I’m ready for him.
This time, he takes me from behind, pulling a leg over his hip, sliding in, and making me come with his cock in my pussy and his fingers massaging my clit.
When he’s done, I’m a puddle of heat on the bed, and he cleans me up again, but not long after, his face is buried between my legs.
When we cuddle after that and I drift to sleep, he pulls me snug against his chest and murmurs sweet things into my ear.
This is fine. Everything is fine.