Chapter 34 WESTLEY
It was just after nine p.m. when we arrived back home.
Aurora spent the whole drive gushing about it being the best night ever.
She took endless photos as we walked through the harbour, collecting a selfie of the three of us after each stop.
Her victory photo at Shore Thing, the sunset behind us as we shared woodfired pizzas, and her beaming smile over the most over-the-top, double-scoop ice cream, complete with fairy floss, sprinkles, and a lollipop.
The cherry on top was when we noticed a small crowd gathering, and at the centre of it all was up-and-coming actress, Haliday Owens.
Aurora got close enough to shake her hand, and now she swears she won’t wash it.
Aurora’s still talking so excitedly, she doesn’t notice when I turn off the car and step out. I open her door, and she’s mid-sentence, saying she can’t wait for our next date night.
I fucking love that she wants to spend more time with me. That she’s so supportive of her mum and me together. It feels like family when I’m with the two of them. Or, at least, what I imagine family should be. I walk them back to their door with a hand on Maevyn’s lower back.
I kept tonight strictly PG since Aurora was accompanying us, especially after Maevyn’s cheeky dig at me before we left. But it hasn’t stopped me from having a hand on her whenever I could. On her back, on her thigh, holding her hand. I needed to feel her.
“I’m so glad you both had a good night.”
Maevyn stands with her back to the door, keeping it propped open as she rests her hands over Aurora’s shoulders.
“I can’t wait to tell Ever tomorrow.” She starts to smile, then quickly covers her mouth as it turns into a yawn.
Maevyn laughs quietly. “Up to bed now, babe.”
Aurora nods, twisting in her mother’s arms to circle her waist. “Night, Mum.”
Maevyn leans down, kissing her head. “Night. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Aurora peeks over her shoulder at me, a thousand curiosities written all over her face. I see her squeeze Maevyn a little tighter before she lets go, hesitates for a second, then circles her arms around my waist.
“Night, West. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome, kiddo. Goodnight.” I wait until she starts to let go before I break away from her hug.
When I hear Aurora’s footsteps retreat and the soft closing of a door, I hook a finger in the belt loop of Maevyn’s jeans and tug her towards me. Her hands land against my chest, and my lips land against hers.
The kiss is like Sunday morning sleep-ins. That comforting feeling when you have nowhere to be, and every limb feels like it’s in the perfect spot. There’s that distant awareness warning you not to move and disrupt the moment, where everything feels perfect.
Maevyn sighs, and I steal the opportunity to explore her mouth with my tongue. I struggle to keep my extreme need for her from building, but it’s impossible whenever she’s near, and even more when she’s within my grasp.
I reluctantly pull away, resting my forehead against hers.
“I should let you go to bed. You’ve got a double shift tomorrow.
” She’s got her day shift at Parlour Tricks, and then finishes her night at The Matchbox.
I’m wrestling with an uncomfortable feeling as I imagine all the guys who get eyes on my girl.
I know she doesn’t dance for any of them—it’s nothing real like what we have—but it doesn’t change that I want to keep her all to myself.
I also hate the thought of her working so much. I want to take care of her.
Her hands travel up my chest, settling behind my neck. “I like falling asleep with you, but I’m conscious of doing too much all at once. I don’t want to overwhelm Aurora.”
I nod, understanding and completely agreeing. I don’t want either of them to feel rushed or pressured.
“She did have the best time tonight, though.”
“I don’t want to do anything that makes her uncomfortable.” I press a kiss to her forehead.
“I know.” Her fingers play with the ends of my hair. “I’m so grateful for that.”
My hands circle her back, and I pull her in closer, hugging her to my chest.
“Do you maybe want to meet on the balcony?”
“The balcony?” I pull back slightly.
“Yeah.” She lifts a shoulder. “It would be nice to sit across from you and be totally justified in checking you out.”
“Never stopped me from the beginning,” I say with a smile. “I thought you were absolutely stunning. Pretty brown eyes, mischievous little smile. Then you spoke to me, and I loved the way you teased.”
“You like when I’m a little mean?”
“I like when you’re a little mine.”
Her dark eyes flare as lust flickers over her face. She steps back, letting her palms rake down my chest as she goes.
“Ten minutes?” A clueless man might take the innocent question for what it is, but I hear the inflection. A smart man like me knows to be a little afraid, and a whole lot turned on.
***
Nine and a half minutes later, after feeding Patch and rushing through the quickest shower of my life, I’m pulling a shirt over my head as I step out onto my balcony.
“I’m not sure if you need that.” My arm freezes on its way through the armhole when I hear Maevyn’s voice. “You’ll only get it dirty.”
I pull the shirt back off my head and toss it inside before sliding the door closed.
Maevyn’s sitting on her balcony in nothing but an oversized white T-shirt.
The fairy lights that hang from the ceiling are on, providing a soft glow around her, and her lounge has been moved so it faces directly onto my balcony.
“How would it get dirty?” I drag the patio chair from the corner closer to the railing and take a seat.
I normally sit on my daybed when I’m out here reading, but that feels too far away right now.
Plus, she moved her chair. I can only imagine it was for a reason.
This woman doesn’t do anything without intention.
Maevyn tips her head back, her neck exposed and begging as she lets out a taunting chuckle. When she looks at me again, she draws a hand up her torso, palming her breast through the fabric and pinching a nipple.
“Maybe it’s just my wishful thinking.”
My cock thickens as I take in the sight before me. Her beautiful face, clean from makeup. The hand that explores her chest. Her bare thighs as they rub together.
“What are you wishing for?” I’m rapidly losing any trace of coherence as the blood surges between my legs.
“I’d really love to come.” My palms flex as they run up and down my thighs. Maevyn rests one foot against the railing, then the other. “And I’d love to watch you come too.”
She shuffles down in her chair, opening her legs. Through the bars, I can see her perfect cunt, naked and ready, and I swallow hard.
“Another item from your list?”
She nods, then reaches beside her, bringing up a black rabbit vibrator. I slump back in my chair, my heart thumping wildly as my throat grows dry. This woman is every fantasy come to life.
“I love those grey sweats, baby,” she says as the sound of the vibrator switches on. “But lose them.”
I stand and push my pants down, clumsily stepping out of them, eager to join whatever Maevyn’s conducting. When I sit back down, I spread my knees, and my hand goes to my hard cock, pausing just before I wrap around it.
“Can I touch myself?”
Maevyn groans, throwing her head back again, and my foot starts to bounce as I wait for permission.
“I love what a gentleman you are.” She brings the vibrator to her mouth and licks from the bottom to the top. Jesus Christ.
“Show me,” she dares, as her eyes drop to my cock and her tongue keeps playing with her toy.
I grip myself tight, giving in to the rampant lust, but back off when I realise it’s gonna be over far too quickly if I do. I want to see what Maevyn’s got up her sleeve. Always my trickster.
“How come I’m the only one fully naked?” I ask as I tug myself up and down, a bead of pre-cum leaking over my finger.
Maevyn smirks, then slowly rises from her chair. She turns on the spot, exaggerating the movement when she sticks her arse out to me and leans forward to drop the toy to her chair.
I keep pumping as I watch her hands find the hem of her T-shirt and pull.
The smooth skin of her perfectly plump arse is exposed, along with that kissmark tattoo that I’m itching to sink my teeth into.
My breath picks up as more of her body is uncovered.
The dip of her waist, the muscles in her back from years of dancing on the pole, the long column of her neck.
Every little reason that screams at me to fuck this woman from behind and do it fast, because damn, what a sight.
When she turns back around, it’s my turn to throw my head back and groan.
My need for her feels feral as I watch but can’t touch.
My palms ache to feel the weight of her breasts, and my thumb moves back and forth against my thigh on instinct, as if I can imagine running them over her pierced nipples.
“Tell me how you got this idea.” Desire pools in the pit of my stomach as I fall forward, bracing one hand on my knee as my other continues to stroke and squeeze. “This feels like torture.”
Maevyn sits down in the same position as before, feet braced against the railing, spread wide, and now I don’t just see her swollen pussy, but the way her stomach clenches and her chest heaves, as she grows needy with a longing of her own making.
“In my line of work,” she says, rubbing the vibrator over one nipple, then the other, “I see the way men watch me dance, but can’t act on it. The way they bite their lips and clench their fists. I wanted to know what it would be like if that barrier was removed.”
“Only for me?” I ask, the jealousy burning through me again.
Her lashes flutter with desire, but her smile is sweet. “Only for you.”
My heart settles slightly with her promise.
“But you’re not dancing.” My breath hitches as she moves the vibrator down her stomach and grazes her clit.
“One day.” She sighs, the vibrator inching lower.
My mouth goes dry, and my hand picks up speed. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“Oh yeah? You think you can tell me what to do?” She teases the toy around her entrance.
“Damn straight. Why don’t you put that thing inside you?” Her back arches, and her legs drop open further at the command. “Come on, baby. Show me how you wish it was me over there making you feel so good.”
Gripping the side of the chair, she pushes the black silicone inside. I watch, mouth wide open as it disappears, inch by inch.
Maevyn’s eyes close, and a moan slips out as she moves the vibrator in and out.
“Good?”
She opens them again and shakes her head slowly. “Not as good as you.”
I groan as I lean back, my balls feeling heavy and tight.
“Fuck, Mae.” My fist pumps quickly, then stops, squeezing at the tip before I resume a steady pace.
“This is so much better with the real thing.” She pants, fucking herself with the toy.
“My dick?”
Her head thrashes against the chair. “No. Fucking myself while I look at you, instead of just thinking of you.”
My hands freeze. “When have you imagined me?”
Her smile is wicked as she thrusts the toy in short, quick bursts before sinking the whole thing deep. “Like, a week after we met.”
“What?” I suck in a breath. “You got off on thoughts of me?”
She nods. “You look way too good when you come back from a run. Chest dripping in sweat, and that slutty little tatt on your thigh.”
I look down at the phoenix inked on my leg. “My tattoo is slutty?”
“In a confident way.” Maevyn runs her tongue over her bottom lip as she bobs her eyebrows at me. “In a ‘it has no business being that sexy’ kind of way.”
She squirms in her chair as she continues to study me, no shame in the way she wants me. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me with such unabashed desire. “Did you ever picture me?”
I hum in agreement as my hand picks up speed. “Fucked my hand in the shower with the thought of your legs wrapped around my head.”
She moans, her hips rolling as her hand fucks harder. “Oh god, and you do it so well.” Her free hand clutches at her chest. “You eat me so fucking good, West.”
“Bet you wish you had my tongue now, don’t you, Maevyn?” She nods, and I can see the way her jaw is clenched tight as she fights to hold on to the pleasure. “Feeling it licking up and down your pretty pussy. Sucking that needy clit of yours in my mouth.”
“Shit.” Her head drops forward.
“Eyes up, baby.” My balls tingle. “Don’t wanna miss the show, do you?”
Leaning forward, Maevyn grips the railing.
“That’s it.” I pant as I feel myself ready to explode. “Watch what you do to me.”
Her moans turn into long, drawn-out cries as she buries the vibrator as far as it can go.
I grit my teeth, groaning as cum shoots up, landing on my stomach. My pulse is thumping against my skull as heat swallows my body.
Maevyn sighs from across the balcony, and I watch greedily as she trembles in the chair. Her back is arched, and the one leg still propped on the railing shakes uncontrollably as she tips her head back and cries up to the heavens.
The night stills, falling calm and quiet as we both catch our breath.
“So you pictured me, hey?”
“Shut up.” She laughs, pulling her shirt back over her head.
“No way. I’m never letting you live that down.”
“That only works if the person’s embarrassed or regretful.”
“And you’re not?” I stand up, leaning over the railing, still completely naked and covered in cum. It’s worth it to see her eyes slip down, taking in the evidence.
“Nope. Just wish I didn’t take so long to try out the real thing.” She crosses her arms over the railing. “Although I’m not sure if I would have let you in like this if we did it any other way.”
I nod. “I know what you mean.”
I wasn’t looking for anything before I met Maevyn, but I also wasn’t closed off to the idea. My past relationships helped me see what I wanted for my future.
Maevyn hasn’t had those same experiences. She’s learning as she goes.
It’s selfish of me to be happy that she’s never been like this with anyone else.
Never had the desire to try, because she deserves so much.
But the reality is, she only wanted to take this chance because of me.
I’m taking that honour and running with it.
Just like she’s taken my heart. And I doubt I’ll ever see it again. It’s hers.