Chapter 10 Wesley #2
I stayed over him without rushing, letting the weight of my body hover over him just enough for him to feel enveloped.
My thumb brushed over his soft lips, still damp from the kiss, and then I leaned in to claim his throat.
The first drag of my teeth against the delicate skin there drew another stifled sound, his hands gripping the bedding so tightly the fabric strained.
“You want it so badly, don’t you?” I whispered against his pulse, letting my teeth nip and tongue soothe in the same breath. “You want me to take care of you. You want me to make you mine.”
He writhed, a quiet, choked noise slipping free when I let my hand splay over his hip, thumb dragging dangerously close to where his tension betrayed him most. I didn’t touch him there—no, not yet. I wanted him strung tighter, every nerve tuned only to me.
I lifted my head just enough to watch his eyes. Wide. Glinting. Caught somewhere between anxiety and want.
My lips curved. “Say ‘betta’ if you want me to stop. Otherwise—” My hand traced slowly along his thigh, teasing ever closer, then pulling back. “—I’ll give you exactly what you came here for.”
“Please,” Ro whispered, barely audible, like he couldn’t bear to say it any louder, couldn’t bear to have anyone hear his vulnerability besides me.
My breath hitched, and my cock twitched in its confines.
I placed my hands on the slight curve of his hips, rubbing his hipbones through the fabric of his pants.
Slowly, I began the journey upwards, bringing his sweater up off his abdomen, then arranging his arms above his head to pull it all the way off.
Ronan’s chest was pink as it heaved under my stare. Unable to resist, I pressed a chaste kiss over his heart before hooking my fingers in the waistband of his pants, carefully pulling them off.
He made quite a pretty picture sprawled out in just a pair of tight black briefs, the darkness of his underwear a stark contrast to the rest of his body.
Leaning down, I pressed a kiss on each hip, then peeled the final piece of clothing off of him.
I raised up on my knees to take him in.
“Fuck,” I cursed, almost overwhelmed by his unencumbered beauty.
He was exquisite—a porcelain doll brought to life and laid out on silk.
Ronan’s alabaster skin, almost translucent in certain spots under the warm chandelier light, every line of him carved fine and lean, not bulky, but deceptively strong.
His hair spilled across the pillow, wild and tousled.
His white lashes fluttered against that unearthly skin, his mouth swollen from my kisses, his cheeks pink with arousal.
And his eyes—God, those fucking eyes. They stared up at me, pupils blown out around a ring of soft pink, practically eating me alive as I began to undress.
I sat back on my heels for a moment, watching him watch me.
My chest ached with the sheer unfairness of it—this boy, this beautiful assassin, spread out on a bed I’d bought with blood and power.
He was everything I never thought I’d have, never thought I deserved, and honestly, never thought existed.
I caught a glimpse of myself in a gold-framed mirror across the room.
Its reflection didn’t lie. My hair had gone salt-and-pepper years ago, silver threaded thick through the dark.
My skin bore creases from decades of living, of frowning and smiling and surviving, and the tautness of youth was long behind me.
There was a softness over the muscle, a heaviness in the shoulders and chest that spoke of age and time.
And yet, here he was, looking up at me as if I had the power to ruin him.
A low chuckle escaped me, rough at the edges.
I leaned back down, bracing a palm against the mattress beside his ribs.
“You’re a dangerous creature, doll. But fuck, you’re gorgeous.
” My lips grazed the hollow of his throat as I whispered it.
“I never thought I’d have someone like you laid out in front of me. Someone so… perfect. So untouchable.”
His breath hitched, a flicker of defiance in his gaze as though he wanted to argue, to twist the words into mockery—but his body betrayed him. His thighs tensed, his chest rose sharp and quick, and when my thumb stroked slowly across the jut of his hipbone, he shivered.
“The fact that no one’s ever treated you like the treasure that you are is a travesty,” I murmured, kissing down the center of his chest, over the sharp line of his sternum. “I’ll teach you how you deserve to be taken apart.”
His lips parted, and he whispered, “Please, Wes.”
I smiled against his skin, teeth grazing just above his heart. I raised my hand, holding my palm just over his mouth. “Get my hand nice and wet, babydoll.”
Ro whimpered, then began to lick stripes over my palm, keeping heated eye contact with me while doing so.
“There’s a good boy. Just a little more,” I coaxed, my own cock already beginning to leak. After a few more of his kitten licks, I brought my hand down and wrapped my slick palm around his length.
His hips jerked at the contact, but settled as I used my free hand to stroke soothing circles into his hip.
“Wes,” he breathed out. “Wes.”
“Don’t hold anything back, doll. Let me hear all of your gorgeous sounds. Let me learn what your favorite spots are.” My thumb swiped through the precum on his tip, making him shudder. His feet kicked a bit, more of an involuntary movement than an attempt to get away.
“So good,” he purred, thighs trembling. My hand on his hip slid up his tight abdomen to his chest, finding one of his pert nipples and rolling it between my fingers. Ro whined, writhing against the sheets.
“Do you like your ass being played with, babydoll?”
He moaned and nodded. “Yes. Please. I want you in me.”
I groaned. “I’ll fill you up, doll. But first, I’ll need to stretch that pretty hole so you can take me. Can you hold your legs up?” Ro hooked his hands under his knees and readjusted so that his tight rosebud was nice and exposed for me.
“Like this?” he asked, a hint of his fire reappearing. His dark pink pucker twitched, pulling a low moan out of my throat.
“Yeah, doll. Just like that. Doing so good for me.” I stared, enamored, until I remembered I wouldn’t be getting anywhere close to in that tight heat without some lube.
I rolled off the mattress, heading to one of the nightstands in hopes that they’d stocked the room as I’d requested.
Ro let out a small, confused cry. “It’s okay, I’m just grabbing lube.
” He visibly calmed, his grip on the backs of his thighs loosening some.
I smiled in relief when I pulled the top drawer open to find a small travel-sized bottle and a box of condoms.
While I’d prefer fucking Ronan raw, I wasn’t about to ruin the moment by asking about tests, so I used my teeth to tear open one of the packets and rolled the condom onto my dick.
I wasn’t sure about his history or what exactly Elias had made him do. But just based on how he’d approached me as a honeypot, I didn’t have high hopes that he’d gotten by without having to use his body in ways he hadn’t wanted.
“Wes?”
I took a breath, pushing those unsavory thoughts from my mind. Crawling back onto the bed, I opened the bottle of lube and poured some out onto my fingers.
My forefinger stroked gently at the furl of muscles. Putting a bit more pressure on it, my fingertip popped through the ring of resistance, entering him.
Ro gasped as I slid in the rest of my finger, rubbing his inner walls with something akin to reverence.
“This okay?” I checked in, catching as Ro bit down on his plush lower lip.
His eyes flicked to meet mine, and he nodded. “Yeah.”
Pressing in a second finger, I smirked as he moaned. Crooking my fingers, I quickly located his prostate and began to massage it.
Ro cried out as his toes curled in the air.
I continued to stroke and prod at the gland, drawing out sound after sound from Ronan’s throat. “You’re going to take me so well, Ro. Fuck, your ass is just sucking in my fingers.”
“Wes, please! I can’t take much more. Wanna come on your cock,” he panted, eyes glazed from pleasure.
“Hold it, doll. Be good and take a third finger. I don’t want to hurt you.” My ring finger pushed in beside the others, stretching his rim obscenely. Ro’s hole spasmed around them, ripping a long moan from his lips.
“Fuuuck. P-put your dick in already,” Ro demanded, his breathy voice cracking with impatience.
My brows rose, and I tsked. As he went to open his mouth again, I brought my free hand down hard on his left ass cheek, rippling the smooth skin there and leaving a red handprint.
Ro yelped, and his eyes went wide. “W-wha—”
“You gave me control, Ronan. You don’t get to make bratty little demands like that. I’m in charge here, and I won’t put up with any attitude, got it?” He nodded meekly, his cock jerking at my tone. I smirked at that, then continued, “Good. Now beg me to fuck you, babydoll. Beg for me to ruin you.”
Ro squirmed underneath me, sweat on his brow.
He licked his lips and looked up at me through his long eyelashes.
Just a little louder than a whisper, he said, “Please fuck me, Wes. Ruin me. Please.” Letting go of his legs but keeping them in the air, his hands moved to grasp his cheeks, pulling them apart to spread his hole lewdly. “Please, Wes. Fuck me.”
I growled, overcome by his beautiful submission, then lined myself up with his hole, rubbing the head of my cock against the sensitive rim.
We kept eye contact as I slowly breached him, my dick throbbing from the squeezing pressure around it. As I pushed past his prostate, he moaned loudly and wrapped his legs around my back.
“More,” he whined, his hands flying to his sides to fist the sheets.
“Yeah?” I panted, my teeth clenched from the tightness of his channel.
He cried, “Yeah! Yes! Please! Fuck me hard!”
A shudder racked my body, and I prayed that I could hold on long enough to give him the rough dicking he was begging for. His hole felt like warm velvet around my cock, and I’d never felt anything like it before with past partners.
I steeled myself, then slammed in to the hilt, shoving the last few inches of my length in all in one go. Ro’s head fell back as his mouth opened in a silent scream.
I shifted my hips back, my ass clenching as I pulled almost all the way out, then thrust the entirety of my eight thick inches back in.
“Wes!” Ro shouted, his heels digging into my back.
I leaned down a bit as I continued thrusting and wrapped a hand around his throat, feeling the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.
I tightened my fingers, almost coming when Ro’s tongue rolled out of his mouth in response to being choked.
My side ached, but the sting of the cut only fueled my need.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I grunted, pounding in and out of his tight ass.
When I loosened my grip to allow him some air and time to say the safeword if needed, he rasped, “Choke me harder. Please. So good. So good.”
His plea hit me like a gut punch, wrenching a long, low moan from deep in my chest. My fingers tightened again around his throat, hard enough that on my next thrust in, his body went still and his hole suddenly clamped down, his cock sending spurts of cum shooting onto his chest and upper abdomen.
My vision whited out as he milked my orgasm from me. I released his throat and pumped into him a few final times, riding out the waves of pleasure.
When the pleasure began to shift closer to overstimulation, I reluctantly pulled out and took the condom off, tying it off above my release.
Still catching my breath, I collapsed onto my back on the bed and pulled Ro closer until he was lying halfway on top of me. He shut his eyes and rested against my chest, breathing heavily as well.
My arm wrapped around his back, and I held him. After a few minutes of neither of us speaking or moving, I nudged the top of his head with my chin and softly asked, “You okay? Do you need anything right now?”
Ro’s eyes remained shut, but he hummed contentedly into my skin. “I’m okay. Just want to stay like this for a while.”
I stroked his back, basking in his warmth and the weight of his body on mine. “Anything you want, doll.”
Ro made a rumbling sound reminiscent of a cat’s purr. “Mhm.”
Guess I needed to kill Elias now.