Chapter 33 Wesley #2
I snatch the bottle, silencing her pout with a laugh. “Traviesita,” I admonish, holding out my hand so she’ll give me the other half of the equation, too. “You know I like to do this part.”
She sighs, but it’s dramatic, and I know she doesn’t mean it when she hands me the device and purrs, “Yes, Sir.”
Draped over mine, her legs are too wide open and her feet are dangling, so I help her forward off my lap and give her a little push so she braces herself on the desk. I wheel back, admiring the view of her: ass up, on her tiptoes, wiggling her hips desperately for a touch.
Standing, I take my place behind her, feeling her shiver when my trousers brush the naked backs of her legs.
I flip her skirt up, laying the fabric on her lower back and baring her to me.
Golden, perfect skin. I pull my hand back and give her a sharp smack.
She jumps, and her little noise of surprise melts immediately into a groan of desire.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, dropping her head between the arms holding her upright on the desk. Her hair falls forward, pooling onto the glass top in inky coils, swirled with green.
From her reaction, I’m tempted to spank her again, but I’m not sure how long I’ll last. I have an issue controlling myself with her—to the extent that we’ve started using a cock ring.
It helps that I’ve already been balls deep inside her perfect cunt once today, because I’ve found it takes the edge off.
So I spread lube between her lips, slow and methodical, until she’s panting and begging. Then, I slide the vibrator in place and smear the remnants onto my cock. There’s still a bit left on my fingers when I’m done, and I rub them together, staring down at her pliant body beneath me.
I reach down with a well-lubed finger and press against her asshole.
She inhales sharply, licks her lips and presses her hips back against me, impaling herself before I can even do it.
Her reaction makes my cock jump. Desire creeps up my spine, tingling in my balls so hard that another bead of precum leaks out.
I push the tip of my finger deeper in, spreading all the remaining lube. The ring of muscles in the asshole is firmer, stronger, and when she clamps down on my finger I nearly lose it, imagining her doing it on my cock. With an uttered curse, I withdraw.
“Noooo,” she moans, rocking back. “No! Put it back in! Fuck… Fuck!”
Her bratty demands melt into a shout of surprise when I stick my thumb back in her ass and use it as leverage to push her forward and lift her hips up onto the desk.
Without allowing for another noise of protest or demand for control she doesn’t truly want, I shove myself inside of her, slamming my eyes closed as the full length of my cock is enveloped in her wet heat.
She muffles her own cry, biting down on her forearm.
“What’s the matter, traviesita?” I taunt, snapping my hips back and forward again, bottoming out and drawing another muted cry. “Don’t you want them to know how naughty you are? And how well you take your corrections?”
“Is that what this is?” she fires back, laughing and then moaning again as I buck my hips forward again. “You’re—oof!—fucking the attitude out of me?”
I scoff and press my thumb deeper into her ass. “Like that’s possible.”
“Oh fuuuuck. Turn it on,” she begs.
“Do you think you’ve earned it?” I counter, barely maintaining control over my voice. All I want to do is grab her hips and pound hard, but she’s writhing and her ass looks so fucking good stuffed full with my thumb.
She’s quiet for a few seconds, then coyly asks, “Do you, Sir?”
I grin. She has now—realizing it’s not up to her. “Yes,” I reward, pulling back far enough to reach the button with my free hand. It buzzes to life, and she nearly sobs her relief.
I’m grateful she seems so close, because with this device vibrating so close to my sensitive tip and how worked up I already am, this won’t take long. A few moments of push-pull—I’ve barely found my rhythm—and I can feel the release gathering in my balls. The sensations pool there, collecting.
“I’m close,” I grunt.
“Yes, come for me,” she moans. “Feels so fucking good. So amazing. Dios, your cock is so good. This thing you made me is so good. I love it.”
My orgasm hits me like a freight train, robbing me of my senses for an instant that seems to drag on. The pleasure crests, shooting through me like the fire in my veins—a pleasure so intense it verges on pain. My vision whites out, and my head falls forward.
The comedown is slow, like wading through the remnants of a dream towards consciousness.
I can see her sweat-slicked body below me, can feel my release coating me inside her.
She bounces, rocking on top of the desk, forehead pressed down.
“Please, please, please,” she whimpers. “I’m so close… I need this so bad.”
I shake my head of the thick, disorienting feeling, and pull back. God, she’s clutching my thumb tightly… I pull it out too, reticently. After tucking my softening cock away, I crouch down so I’m eye level.
“Do you want my fingers?” I ask.
“Yessss,” she hisses.
“Where?”
She pauses, considering it, and glances over her shoulder at me. “My ass…” she whispers.
“Ask better than that.” I slap her cheek. The impact stings my hand.
She cries out, but it has the intended effect because she hurries through her request, and it’s as complete and perfect as I could want. “Please fuck my ass with your fingers, Sir!”
I shove my pointer and middle fingers into her cunt first, getting them wet with the combination of liquids, and she gasps and tightens around me. The feeling of the vibrator is quite strange, and I drag my fingers along it as I withdraw, making her breath break in her throat.
Still lubed and a little loose from my thumb, my index finger slides into her ass easily. “Do you like it?”
“Yes, more!”
I work my second finger in, and she gasps and moans around the intrusion. “Take it,” I rasp, slapping her other cheek firmly and then taking hold of it. I pull, spreading her and making more room for my hand. “You can take it.”
Working her over, building to a rhythm that’s hard and fast and relentless—it’s almost better than fucking her.
From the side, I get to see the expressions on her face.
I get to watch her eyes roll back. I get to watch her body shake and tense as she rubs her thighs together to find the perfect amount of pressure on the vibrator.
And when her orgasm builds, I get to watch as her body tightens, how her brows screw up, and how her mouth parts to let out the little noises of anticipation.
“Oh, traviesita,” I mock darkly, enjoying delivering the degradation almost as much as I enjoy giving praise. “Are you going to come? Like this? Spread out on my desk, a desperate little mess, begging me to fuck your tight arsehole with my fingers?”
“Oh my God,” she sobs. “So… close…”
I sink to my haunches and bite her, right in the middle of her thick cheek, still red with my handprint.
The pinch of pain must be what does it. She screeches her release, only remembering to muffle the sound after a second. Her ass clenches and loosens around my fingers in an unpredictable pattern as she shudders through her orgasm.
When she collapses against the desk, boneless, satisfied and spent, I sit back in my chair and pull her onto my lap. We’re both sweaty messes, covered in fluids and lube. I couldn’t care less.
“I can’t believe you bit my butt,” she murmurs.
“Seems like you liked it just fine.”
With a little laugh, she cuddles against my chest, humming contentedly with her eyes closed, and my heart soars. After a few minutes of closeness, when our pulses have slowed, and the sweat has gone cool in the air, she rears back. “What were you doing when I came in?”
“Hmm?” I say, stroking her upper arm. I heard her, but I need a second for my brain to come back online.
“When I came into the room. You had a book?”
“Oh, just some notes,” I reply, swallowing the sudden thickness.
“Notes about the General?” she asks. “Can I see?”
“They’re barely legible,” I misdirect. “Just some musings, trying to keep my thoughts straight.”
She swallows, eyes dropping. “You said you’d let me know when you needed help. I guess I just thought I’d be in here with you—that we’d be trying to track this guy down together.”
I inhale deeply and hug her back to my chest. “I don’t want to stress you out. You’ve been enjoying your downtime, yes? Finding your place in the house?”
“Sure, making dinner with Eleanor and nearly slicing off my finger,” she mutters. “What if I want my place to be in here with you?”
Fuck. There’s nothing I want more. I just… can’t.
“You’re too… distracting, Madison. Every time you’re in here, all I can think about is doing what we just did.”
Not easily deterred, she shrugs. “Well, there are like a million rooms in this house. Give me one to take over, and I’ll be like a remote coworker. We already know we make a good team that way.”
Another denial springs to my lips, but I reconsider. That territory, I can navigate. I already know how to parse out jobs from a distance. “That’s not a bad idea,” I say.
“I’m chock-full of not-bad ideas,” she teases, grinning. “Some might even say good ideas.”
I chuckle. “Of course.”
“Look, Wesley, as much as I like this kind of work,” she says, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, “I’m ready to do something with my day other than bouncing on it, watching weird Japanese horror movies—”
“They’re not weird—that’s closed-minded.”
“—and taking bubble baths. Put me in, coach!” she grins.
I smile back and tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’ll work on getting you a setup of your own.”