Chapter 26
Jett
You’re special, is what you are.
Wes’ eyes soften, pooling with longing and warmth.
For a second, I think he’s going to say the words that burn on my tongue.
I love you. I love you so fucking much. This is more than just sex.
This feels like the threshold to something that will change everything between us, along with Wes’ silent promises of what can be, and of the kind of life we can have if I just give myself permission.
I see it so vividly, and I want it so badly.
Wes closes the space between us and touches his lips to mine in a light kiss.
I close my eyes and let sensation take over.
He hums, the sound a teasing vibration. I dip out my tongue and swipe it along his bottom lip, and he gasps into my mouth before sucking on my tongue hungrily.
Fuck, he feels so good in my lap. I moan, thrusting my hips upward.
I need more. I need him closer, inside me, filling me, until there’s nothing else but him.
He grinds against me, his length hot and hard against mine. “Fuck, Jett. I want you so much.”
“Want you, too.” I grab his hips and hold him close.
My fingers dig into his skin, and he hisses at the sensation.
I’m barely hanging on myself, my arousal holding my body in a fierce grip.
Every time our cockheads brush against each other, I burst into flames.
“Need you inside me.” My hands trail down to his ass, massaging the meaty part.
He stares down at me, his blue eyes glazed over with lust. His cock leaks onto my stomach, and it’s the hottest fucking thing, seeing the evidence of his desire coating my skin, my happy trail. “Shit. How ready are you?”
“Get the lube,” I grit.
Wes grins and reaches for the bottle on the nightstand. He tosses it onto my chest, then licks his lips.
“Can I watch you?”
I nod, hardly recognizing my own voice when I say, “Yeah, you can watch.”
Wes slides off me and lies on his side, his eyes glued to my hands.
I scoot up the bed, my back resting against the headboard.
Squeezing some lube into my palm, I spread my thighs, then tilt my hips.
Wes sucks in a clipped breath as he moves closer, his fingers whispering along my shins.
“Shit, babe. Look at you,” he hums, and my hole clenches at his appraising tone.
No one has ever made me feel as wanted and cherished as he does.
He’s like a drug, a high I never want to come down from.
My ass is on full display. I’ve never felt this exposed, but it’s such a fucking turn-on, feeling Wes’ light touch and his eyes glued to my ass.
I want this night to last forever. I don’t want Wes to fuck me.
I want him to make love to me and to see every part of me.
I might not be able to tell him everything that’s in my heart, but I can show him.
My body can say the things I’m not ready to say yet.
I can put them in every single touch, and perhaps Wes will feel it. How much he matters to me.
I put on a show for him, caressing my chest with one hand, while teasing my rim with the other. I mirror my movements, circling my nipples, while I trace the outline of my hole.
“Holy fuck, Jett,” Wes groans, moving closer so he’s resting between my thighs. He feels so right there, the way he fits perfectly. “That’s the hottest fucking thing ever.”
“Yeah?” His words are like gasoline on the fire inside me. I need his words like flames need oxygen.
“Uh-huh.” He leans in and kisses my inner thigh, then nips at the sensitive skin.
“Ahhh.” I pinch my nipple as I prod my finger against my entrance.
“Fuck yourself, babe.” Wes’ breath is hot against my thigh. “Fuck that hole for me. Make it good and ready.”
I breach myself with one finger and hiss at the intrusion.
It’s been so long since I’ve had someone inside me.
My body struggles at first, but I massage my nipple and the arousal returns full force.
I fuck myself on my finger, then I add another, craving more fullness.
In my mind, it’s Wes’ cock, breaching me, owning me.
“You’re beautiful, Jett.” His voice is tinged with awe, and something unfurls in my chest. “So fucking beautiful.” I feel how beautiful I am in his eyes, how the ugliness dissolves and bleeds away, giving way to a feeling of lightness, as if I can do or be anything as long as his eyes don’t leave me.
I fuck myself faster, deeper, and Wes wraps his hand around my cock and imitates my thrusts with his strokes. I’m on the cusp of my orgasm, but I don’t want to come until Wes is inside me. I want to come on his cock, feeling it swell, like my heart is swelling with so much emotion.
“Need you,” I pant, my hole squeezing around my fingers as I ride my hand.
Wes shuffles next to me, reaching for a condom on the nightstand.
His fingers tremble as he opens the packet and takes out the condom.
I coat my hole with more lube; the anticipation of how Wes is going to fill me is almost unbearable.
He rolls on the condom, giving his length a few pumps.
He looks as wrecked as I feel, and it’s the sweetest fucking thing ever.
He grins, that rogue lock of hair flopping into his eyes. I’ve come to love that lock so much, like I love the rest of him, from his lively blue eyes to his lips against mine, and his hands, so demanding, yet tender when he touches me.
“Ready?” he asks, settling between my legs.
“Yes.” I spread my thighs wider, holding my legs back against my chest. Something flashes in Wes’ eyes, and I know he feels it too. How everything is going to change now because of him. I want and crave it because I’m no longer alone.
Wes wraps his hand around the base of his cock, then aligns it with my hole.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he pushes forward carefully.
I feel the bluntness of his cock, prodding against my entrance, and I suck in a breath, pushing back as Wes slides inside me.
There’s the familiar sting at first as he breaches me, followed by immense pressure as he pushes inside, filling me.
I’m bursting, coming undone, my body unable to contain everything I feel.
Wes groans as I clench around him, his wide and wondrous eyes fixed on where we’re connected.
“Fuck, you feel so good, babe.” His chin drops to his chest as he bottoms out, his chest heaving, his hair covering his face like a curtain. “Shit, Jett.”
I lock my legs around his waist, holding him tightly against me.
I never want him to pull out. I never want him to leave.
My body adjusts to him as if I were made for him.
His dick pulses inside me, the repetitive thump-thump-thump spreading throughout my body.
Wes leans down and kisses me lazily, his tongue licking inside me as he slowly starts moving in shallow thrusts.
I follow his movements as I suck on his tongue.
Every time he pulls back, my hole sucks him right in greedily.
I was starving for so long, famished, waiting for him to come along to feed me.
“Fuck me. Please!” I yell. Wes kisses me harder, bruising my lips. I don’t care. “More,” I beg. “Need to feel you.”
He snaps his hips and pistons into me, and when he hits that spot deep inside, I scream with pleasure.
He freezes on top of me, his eyes wide. “Shit, you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, my voice caught in my throat. I clench around him, and he groans, his eyes fluttering closed.
“No,” I whisper. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Feels so good.”
He opens his eyes again. “Yeah?” It’s the most unsure I’ve seen him, like the idea of hurting me is unfathomable to him.
“Yes. You fuck me just right, Wes.” I bury my face against his neck, and he starts moving, hitting that spot again and again in long, deep thrusts. We move like one being, our bodies glued together with sweat and precum. My dick is locked between us, cushioned against Wes’ soft stomach.
“I’m close,” he pants, his movements becoming irregular and frantic. “Please tell me you’re close, babe.” I nod, pushing up against him. My walls milk him, and I wish there was nothing between us, that he’d shoot his load inside me.
“Come,” I moan against his neck, then dig my teeth into his skin. “I need you to come, Wes.”
He makes a keening sound, low in his throat, and it echoes against my lips.
Then he stills, his body trembling, his length throbbing.
I cry out against his neck, the sound muffled, yet loud in my head, in my heart.
I come, shooting between us, waves of bliss coursing through my body.
Wes fucks me through my climax, murmuring sweet words against my chest, my chin, my closed eyes.
How good I feel. How amazing I am. How fucking me is everything.
How he wants to stay buried inside me forever.
I suck up the words and make them a part of me.
I want to believe so badly that I can be exactly what he needs, and that my past won’t come between us.
I love you, I mouth into his hair, but Wes is too far gone in his pleasure to notice.
Eventually, he pulls out, and I wince at the emptiness.
He falls onto his back next to me, his chest heaving, his eyes closed.
Drops of sweat cling to his forehead, and his skin is glistening.
“Fuck, babe, you killed me.” His voice has that floaty, hoarse edge to it, like he’s miles away, still locked inside his own pleasure.
I reach for him blindly, brushing my fingers against his stomach, feeling the remnants of my cum. My body tingles deliciously.
I laugh. “Me? You’re the one who killed me with that dick of yours.”
He rests on his elbow and looks down at me. “Was it okay?”
“Dude, were you not here? I nearly blew my brains out through my dick.”
Wes grins, then looks down at his stomach, his happy trail a sticky mess. “Welcome to the hands-free club, babe. Your membership card is in the mail.”