Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
WESTON
I wrenched away, breath coming in pants. I still had my hand around the back of Bella’s neck, the other on her hip. I forced myself to step away, wondering where the hell my sanity had gone. Or perhaps it was exactly where it needed to be. Nowhere near here.
“I’m sorry. Here we are, trying to have a fucking conversation and I can’t keep my hands off you.
” I ran my hands through my hair, grateful for some distance.
My cock pressed hard against my zipper, and I knew it would probably leave a mark.
But I didn’t care in that moment because I could still taste Bella on my tongue.
None of this felt real. And yet in this moment it was far too set in reality.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” I blinked at her, at the warmth in her tone, and wondered if I had misheard.
“What?” I said, my voice shaky. “What?” I repeated, knowing I was mumbling at this point.
“I don’t know what’s coming next, I don’t know anything. And for someone who spends their life making sure that they adhere to the plans, it makes no sense. But I really want your mouth on me. I just want to forget. And I want to remember you. So kiss me. Please. I just need your touch.”
I stalked toward her, sliding my hand through her hair before I tugged slightly. Her mouth parted, and I slid my thumb over her lower lip, tugging down marginally.
“If I kiss you right now, I’m not going to stop.
I’m going to want to taste every single inch of you.
I want to taste that cunt of yours, slide my tongue between your lips, letting that tart taste settle over my tongue.
I want you to gag on my cock, taking me as deep as you can go.
And then I want to shove into you, feeling exactly what I’ve been missing all these years.
I’m not a nice man right now, Isabella. Outside this room, in any other moment I would do anything for you, for those I…
care for.” I had nearly said love, and I could have slapped myself.
Because I didn’t know this Isabella. But I sure as hell wanted to.
“So what do you say, Bella? Because if I kiss you, I’m not stopping until you tell me to.”
Because I knew she had been through enough. I wasn’t going to be the one she wanted. I had broken her heart, and then somebody had shattered her safety along the way. I wasn’t the right choice for her, and I had known that all along.
But then Bella went to her tiptoes, my thumb sliding from her mouth, and she bit my jaw.
My eyes widened in surprise, and I tugged on her hair harder, loving the gasp that escaped.
I slid my hand underneath her breast, cupping her.
My thumb slid over her nipple. When it pebbled against my skin, I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, harder than I would normally.
She arched against me, and I swallowed hard.
“I’m going to need the words. Say it out loud.
I’m not going to guess. We both know I’ve never been good about reading your mind. ”
“And we both realized that I was never good at reading yours. But take me, Weston. I just want to forget.”
“I need you to be sure. Because I can be a good guy. Out here. For my kids. For anyone. But in bed? I’m an asshole. Here and now? I’m not a good guy.”
“You need to stop trying to scare me away. Because I remember exactly who you are. Now take me.”
I wasn’t sure I liked that answer. Because I didn’t want her to forget this. But then again, with reality closing in, maybe it would be good to live in our own fantasy.
So I nodded tightly before crushing my mouth to hers.
I gripped her by the hips and lifted her up.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to the bedroom.
It was a short hallway, and I realized as soon as we walked in it wasn’t even her room.
I didn’t care though, and I knew I was about to fuck a Cage in the Cage guest room.
It wasn’t exactly what I had planned for my night, but it was exactly what I needed.
“On your feet,” I whispered, and she let her legs drop as I gently set her on the ground. With that, I went to my knees in front of her and looked up.
Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. I slid my hands up her tights, grateful she was wearing a dress.
“I want to rip these off you, so I can get closer to that pussy of yours.”
“I don’t have that many clothes here,” she teased.
“Well, it looks like I’m going to have to buy you more.”
I ripped her tights at her waist, and she let out a shocked gasp. Somehow, I was able to rip them through the seam and pull them down over her boots.
“Weston!”
“I’m not done unwrapping my present.”
I then leaned forward and pressed my face to her pussy, inhaling. “So fucking sweet.” I could feel her blush all over her body as I used my nose to rub along her clit.
“Weston.”
“This is my pussy. Do you get that?” I looked up at her as I slid my finger along her lower lips.
Her tongue darted out as she wetted her lips, but she nodded.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s yours.” She swallowed hard. “For now.”
In answer, I slapped her pussy over her panties, and her mouth parted.
“Weston!”
“You didn’t answer correctly. And now you get to be punished.” I slapped her pussy again, and then ripped the side of her panties.
In one movement, I shoved her down on the bed, then pulled off her boots, tights, and panties, and threw everything to the side.
She squirmed under my hold, but still on my knees, I wrapped her legs around my neck and feasted. With one long swipe of my tongue against her cunt, she shifted against me, so I reached back and slapped her swollen folds again.
“If you keep moving, I’m not going to let you come.
I’m going to fuck this pussy, and your ass, and your mouth, and I won’t let you come.
You’ll walk all day in just this dress, no panties, no tights, but your clit will be so swollen it’ll ache.
But I won’t let you come . So are you going to listen to me? ”
“You weren’t like this before.”
My lips tilted into a grin and I swallowed hard, my cock pressing against the seam of my jeans. “Well, we’re both a little older, and I need a little more from you. What do you say?”
She looked like a fucking goddess above me. She leaned on both her elbows, looking down at me between her legs, and she finally nodded, her teeth biting into her lower lip.
“Good girl.”
In answer, I leaned forward and licked at her slit again. She moaned, her pussy wet for me. I spread her, studying her pink flesh, the way that she swelled for me, and I continued to lick, suck.
“Eyes on me,” I ordered, and she shifted to look down at me. With my gaze still on her, I spit, loving the way she gasped.
“Did you…” But she didn’t have a chance to finish her question before I lowered my mouth to her pussy again and ate.
She tasted sweet and tart and I couldn’t get enough of her.
I speared her with my tongue, loving the way that her hips rolled against my face.
I shook my head, rubbing my nose against her clit as I used two fingers to spread her, before spearing her with three fingers with my other hand.
She nearly shot off the bed, but I didn’t let her move.
Instead I slid my fingers in and out of her in a hard and fast rhythm, one that I knew would send her over the edge soon.
Wet sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room, and my palm dampened with her arousal.
But I kept moving, alternating between fucking her hard with my fingers, and then eating her out with everything that I had.
And when she came, her body arching off the bed, I continued to suck and lick, taking every ounce of her orgasm.
I pulled away as she rocked beneath me and tugged at her side so she sat up.
“Lick. Taste yourself,” I ordered, and she nodded tightly, her eyes wide. I slid my fingers over her lips, and she grinned against me before taking them inside. She licked every drop of herself, and I just smirked, sliding my fingers along her jaw.
“I remember how beautiful you looked when you came, at least I thought I did. You’re even more beautiful now.”
She rolled her eyes at me, her fingers playing along the edge of my jeans. “You say that, but I’m not some young twenty-something anymore.”
I raised a brow. “Yes, because you being, what, twenty-nine now makes you such an old lady. Did you see the gray hair at my temple that the twins left? I’m the old man now.”
“First, I did see the single gray hair, and oh my God, it just makes you look hotter. It’s not fair with men. And my boobs aren’t as high and tight as they used to be.”
“We’re just going to have to be the judge of that.” I tugged on her dress, and we were both laughing, the tone shifting ever so slightly as we tossed her dress over her head, and I undid her bra with ease.
She lifted a brow at that, but I just shrugged before pulling my Henley off in one movement and staring down at her breasts.
“I think you need to look in the mirror more often.” I leaned forward, cupping her breasts with both hands, running my thumb along her nipples. “I’ve dreamed about these for years. Do you see how they overfill my hands? You’re so fucking beautiful, Bella. You haunt me.”
She blinked up at me, her hands still on my hips. “You say the strangest and yet most beautiful things.”
“I wasn’t saying much with my mouth on your pussy just now.”
Blushing, she shook her head. “You were always a dirty talker.”
I slid my thumb between her lips, loving the way her eyes darkened. “And I always knew how to shut you up.”
She rolled her eyes again, and I laughed before using my free hand to undo the button of my jeans. She immediately slid my zipper down, then reached into my boxer briefs.
Her small hand around my cock nearly sent me over the edge, and I groaned.
“I want those lips on my cock. Can you do that? Can you take me?”