Chapter 19 #2
He shook his head. “I promise, it’s not that, Juliette, all right?
” Wes let out a long breath. “We all have our moments, days even where we don’t feel our best. The important thing is that the moment passed.
So please, just put it out of your mind.
” His eyes seared into mine. “Now I’m ready for a dare. ”
Rather than pry, I remembered what my mother had said about not pushing things.
I chose to let it go. And anyway, as the seltzer went to my head, I found myself hornier by the second.
I moved over to straddle him. “I dare you to do something sexually with me that you’ve always wanted to but might be afraid to propose. No boundaries.”
His eyes widened. “Do you understand what you’re asking for when you give me that kind of liberty?”
“I do,” I whispered.
He set his beer down and held his hand out, leading me to the bedroom. He kissed me hard before he pulled back just long enough to ask, “Is anything off-limits?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I said as I reached down to rub my hand over his erection.
After taking off my clothes, I eagerly slipped my panties down my legs, ready to experience something new with Wes.
I lay back on the bed as he hovered over me and spread my legs.
He unsnapped my bra from the front and tossed it aside before lowering his head to my breasts, giving equal love to each one.
Wes moved his mouth slowly down the length of my torso, kissing until he got to my swollen bud.
He then circled his tongue around my clit, causing every nerve ending in my body to activate.
He went lower, and I felt his tongue circling my asshole.
It tickled a little and felt foreign at first. Before I’d even adjusted to that feeling, he stuck his tongue ever so slightly inside to test the waters.
I flinched a little. But as he kept moving his tongue in and out gently, I writhed in pleasure.
He stopped for a moment. “Does that feel okay?”
“Yes…” I breathed.
“Would you want to feel all of me in there?”
Oh. Goose bumps peppered my skin. “Yeah.” I moaned. “I would love to feel that.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “I want to try everything with you.”
He looked up at me. “Do you have lube?”
I bit my bottom lip, embarrassed. “I only have coconut oil.”
His eyes widened. “Coconut oil?”
“Yeah. It’s more natural. I don’t like chemicals up my hoo-ha. I use it with my vibrator.”
“Okay, then.” He chuckled. “I’ll just imagine I’m about to fry up my cock and serve it to you.” He winked.
I reached to my bedside and grabbed the jar.
Wes chuckled as he opened it and dipped a couple of fingers inside. He slathered his shaft with the creamy white oil. “Turn around,” he said gruffly.
I moved to the doggy-style position, my ass in the air.
Wes teased my hole gently for several minutes, circling his cock over my opening, then inching in slowly to start.
“How does this feel?” he rasped.
“Surprisingly good.”
“Have you ever done this before?”
I shook my head. “I haven’t.”
“Good,” he murmured.
Then I felt the first real push of his cock into my ass. It burned a little.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
My voice trembled. “Keep going.”
I reached for my clit, circling my fingers around the tender flesh as Wes moved in and out of me.
He was all the way inside now, moving a bit faster, with more ease.
It was a strange sensation, but I grew more aroused by the second. I was glad my first anal-sex experience was with him, even if his girth was a bit much to take.
“I need to slow down or I’m gonna come,” he said. “You’re so tight, and it feels too damn good.”
Rather than supporting that, I pushed my ass back against him.
“Fuck,” he warned. “Don’t do that.”
I giggled under my breath.
When he resumed fucking me, I tightened my muscles around him.
“Shit.” He gripped my side with his right hand and squeezed hard, as if that somehow might help him stave off an orgasm.
When my muscles tightened around him in climax, Wes let go, groaning as he filled me with his hot load. Though it hurt a little at first, this had turned into the most erotic experience of my life.
“Forget what I said about truth or dare.” He slowly pulled out and kissed up my back. “It’s my favorite game now.”
***
The next morning, my father called and gave us the all-clear to leave the house.
I told Wes I wanted to go to this farmer’s market I’d heard about.
It was only open on Saturday mornings, so I wanted to take advantage.
We skipped breakfast and grabbed coffee on the way, figuring we’d taste test some things at the market.
Among the items I hoped to score: fresh sourdough bread, wildflower honey, and these chocolate-covered strawberries I’d heard were amazing.
Despite last night’s hot sex, I found myself ruminating again about Wes’s change in attitude. It seemed to be back this morning, but I also wondered if I was reading into things too much.
But as we strolled the market, I couldn’t shake it. We stood at a table of farm-fresh eggs, hatched from local pasture-raised chickens, and I turned to him. “What’s really going on, Wes?” I swallowed. “Are you sure you’re not having doubts about us?”
He let out a long breath. “I’ve always been up front about the doubts I have, Juliette. Not about you, but about our ability to be together long term—for obvious reasons.”
“Why were you okay with us a few days ago, but suddenly turned weird? It’s like a switch flipped.”
He looked down at his feet. “I might’ve been in a weird mood lately, but that doesn’t mean you have to assign meaning to it.”
I raised my voice. “But your mood changed after you spoke to my father. So that tells me it’s not random. Did he say something you’re not telling me?”
He shook his head. “No, Juliette.”
My gut told me he was lying. I placed my hands on my hips. “You know what, if you’re not going to be honest with me, I don’t even want to be around you right now.”
Wes crossed his arms. “Well, I’m sorry, but you don’t have a choice.”
“Give me some space,” I huffed.
I stormed over to one of the other tables. He followed, but kept his distance.
A few minutes later, I’d just reached over to grab a bottle of honey when it felt like a truck hit me. Except it wasn’t a truck—it was Wes.