Chapter 10 #2
I loved living in Denver. I loved my jobs. I loved my businesses and working with people.
Even after the crash, I loved it.
But taking these moments when the air was fresh, clean, and crisp? I loved this too.
I didn’t know what I would do when I finally finished this house, when I needed to go back to reality.
I was going to take this moment. And I was going to talk with Harper. Because we both had some explaining to do.
By the time we got back into the house, Lucky went straight for his water and food bowl, and the scent of coffee wafted through the air.
“I didn’t think to ask, do you open today?”
“Considering the sun is up, I would think not.”
Wearing one of my shirts that looked baggy and overwhelming on her, she padded forward and held out a cup of coffee for me.
“Just how you like it. And no, I’m off for the full day. I’ll get in trouble with my staff if I show up and try to work.”
“They’re just taking care of you,” I grumbled before taking a sip of my coffee. And she was right, she made it perfectly. Yes, I came in often enough that she would know my coffee order, but she had known it far longer than that.
What the hell were the two of us doing?
“I don’t know if I like the look on your face right now,” she whispered.
“What do you mean?” I asked, leaning down to pet Lucky as he pressed his head to my thigh. Thankfully it wasn’t the leg that hurt today, but for Lucky, I’d have taken the pain. He was Wellesley’s after all.
“Are you going to say that last night was a mistake?” she blurted, surprising me. Of course she shouldn’t have surprised me. This was Wellesley.
She spoke her mind, even if sometimes I knew she wanted to hide behind her own fears. She stood up to my mother, and frankly, stood up to most people. Maybe I needed to be the smart one and stand up for her.
“You were a virgin,” I said, knowing it was the truth.
We hadn’t had a fucking conversation. We should have.
We should have said anything before just falling into one another.
But I had a feeling if either one of us had, we would’ve backed away.
Not because it was wrong. Because I couldn’t have those kinds of regrets, but because it would’ve been too much.
“Yes. I was a virgin.” She took a sip of her coffee, her gaze right on mine.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw she had begun working on biscuits, flour spilling over the cutting board, with a bowl filled with whatever ingredients she’d found in my kitchen that I rarely used.
“You didn’t tell me.”
She shrugged again, before going back to the biscuits and not looking at me.
“Virginity is a construct. Yes, you are the first person that I’ve slept with. I wasn’t waiting on anyone. It just happened that way. But you sure as hell weren’t my first orgasm. Or the first person I’ve ever had any sexual contact with. You were just the first person to enter my vagina.”
I blinked at her, laughter threatening. It was getting far more difficult than it should be for me not to fall for this woman.
“It makes me a fucking monster. It may be a construct, but it wasn’t mine to take.”
“You didn’t take anything. And I didn’t give you anything. Other than an orgasm.” She winked over her shoulder, and I chuckled. I couldn’t help it. This woman. She was just too much.
But then she always had been.
“Seriously, I am a damn monster.”
“No you’re not.”
“It makes me feel like one because right now all I can think about is the fact that I fucked you and claimed you and I’m the only one who has. I’m the only one that’s been in that tight pussy of yours. And how fucked up is that?”
Her eyes widened, before she painstakingly and methodically went to the sink to wash her hands.
“Oh? Is that what you’re thinking about right now?”
“Damn straight.”
“So, you have been the only one there. Is that going to be a problem for you?”
“It should be. But we both know it isn’t.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” she asked.
“What do you want me to do about it, Wellesley? Because we both know I want to do this again. That you want this again.”
“Oh? You think I want this again?”
I looked down at her, at her parted mouth, her wide eyes.
“Of course you fucking want this again. But that doesn’t mean it should happen.”
“Because you don’t want it? Or you think I shouldn’t want it.”
“I’m only going to hurt you,” I said point-blank, thinking of Joshua’s words.
“Then don’t hurt me. It’s not a full-on promise that you will. Just try not to be an asshole.”
“Baby, I am an asshole.”
“Okay, try not to be the asshole that breaks my heart.”
I set down my coffee cup and sighed.
“I don’t promise forevers, Wellesley.”
“I wasn’t aware I asked you for them.”
“So what do you want out of this?”
“If you want to have that talk, I guess the answer will be your cock then.”
“You talking dirty is just getting me hard.”
“I can see that. You’re out here wearing male lingerie with those gray sweatpants.”
That made me bark out a laugh.
“If I fuck you again, that could be the end. That could be all we are to each other. Because I am not in the right head space for forevers. For a relationship.”
“Again, I wasn’t aware I asked you for one.”
“You have relationship written all over you.”
“Maybe. But then again, you’re the one who came inside me last night, so maybe I have you written all over me.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
And I was falling for her. And that was the fucking problem.
“Dorian. We’re friends. Before anything else, we’re friends. I’m not asking you for forever. I’m just asking you not to hurt me.”
She faced me then, so I reached forward and cupped her chin.
“I never want to hurt you, Wellesley.”
“Then don’t.”
“But if I fuck you again, you don’t get to fuck anyone else. While we’re together? This pussy is mine.”
I reached between us and cupped her over her panties.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“That’s right. When we’re together like this? You’re mine. Your pussy is mine, your orgasms are mine. Everything is mine. I’m not a nice man. I’m possessive as fuck.”
“Then same goes for you.”
She reached forward and gripped me over my sweatpants.
“You’re going to say that my cock is yours?”
“Damn straight,” she said, her voice shaking.
I grinned before I slid my thumb over her lips. She opened for me, and I let her lick at my thumb, imagining what it would feel like when that mouth was on my cock.
“Just you and me then.”
Until we fucked this up.
In answer, she went to her tiptoes, and I let my hand fall. When she pressed her lips to mine, so soft and sweet, I couldn’t hold back. I groaned into her, needing more.
The kiss was slow, tempting, as we explored one another.
I had wanted her before. When I had seen her thrive in her shop and show the world that she could do anything. When I had realized that she was one of the most beautiful people I’d ever seen in my life.
When she had been Joshua’s sister, and I couldn’t have anything more. But now she was on my tongue, her body pressed against mine. And I needed every ounce of her. I pulled away, my breath coming in pants. Before she could say anything, I twisted her so she faced the sink.
“Grip the edge of the counter,” I ordered.
“Dorian.”
“Do as I say, Wellesley. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come on my face.”
In answer, she pressed her ass back against my crotch.
Groaning, I went down to my knees and slid my shirt she wore up over her hips.
“Seeing you in my shirt nearly made me come in my sweats. You’re so fucking hot.”
“You in gray sweatpants pretty much did that for me.”
I pulled her panties down softly, gently, and she stepped out of them. And now, the feast of a lifetime stood before me. I spread her ass cheeks, looking at that beautiful pussy and her tight little hole.
“One day I’m going to fuck this part of you too, what do you say?” I asked, tracing the rim with my finger.
“Oh. Well. I don’t know.”
“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me. Eager. I promise.”
Before she could say anything, I leaned forward and kissed her there, and she shivered.
Smiling, I lowered myself slightly and licked at her cunt.
Her knees went weak, and I gripped her thigh with one hand, keeping her steady, but used my other to keep her spread before me.
She groaned, pressing her ass to my face, and I just grinned, lapping up her sweet juices.
She wiggled her ass against my face, and I kept going, sucking and licking until she arched for me.
She was like sweet mango, all lush and soft and ready for me.
When I shook my face between her cheeks, she let out a gasp, and then she was coming on my face, her juices spilling down my chin as I tried to lap up every ounce of her.
She was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.
I loved going down on women. I loved their tastes, their feel. I loved the way each of them arched differently whenever you found that perfect spot.
But Harper Wellesley bending forward so she could press her ass to my face as I ate her out?
The best breakfast in the history of mankind. There was no way I would ever top that.
Body humming, I finally stood back and palmed myself over my sweats, squeezing and tugging on my dick. She tried to turn from me, but I pushed at her lower back, keeping her facing away from me.
“I don’t think I can even stand much longer. Wow.”
“I’m going to love eating you out every morning. Just saying.”
“And I’m not going to stop you,” she rasped. “Except, why won’t you let me taste you?”
I groaned, squeezing the base of my cock so I wouldn’t come right then and there.
“You will. But not right now. First, I need to go get a condom though.”
“I’m clean. I just had all of my tests, and I have an IUD.”
She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes dark with desire. In answer, I licked my lips and looked down between us. At the way her ass pushed slightly towards me, begging for my cock.
“I’m clean too. I can show you my papers. And dammit, I should show you my papers.”
“I trust you.”
I cursed under my breath again, before I leaned back and shoved my shirt over my head.
“Pull your shirt up, I want to see your tits move as I fuck you from behind,” I ordered.
Eyes wide, she did as she was told and pulled her shirt completely off. I reached forward and palmed her breasts, loving the heaviness in my hands.
“Next time I’m going to fuck these tits too. And then I’m going to come all over them, painting them. What do you think?”
“I think I can feel my wetness sliding down my thighs.”
With a rough laugh, I shoved my sweats to my knees and positioned myself at her entrance. She was so wet she swallowed up the tip of my cock before I could even move.
We both froze, and I let out a shuddering breath.
“I’ve never fucked anyone bare before, this may be over quicker than we want.”
“Okay,” she said, and before I could take over, she pushed back, taking me to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I growled, drawing out the word.
I gripped her hips, keeping her steady, as I was buried to the hilt, my balls pressing against her.
“You are trouble.”
“If you say so.” She tried to wiggle on my cock, and I leaned forward and pinched her nipple.
“Dorian!” she squealed.
“Watch it, minx.”
She wiggled again, so I pinched her nipple once more. But before she could even squeal in surprise, I slapped her ass.
“Oh,” she said, this time a moan.
“Well, that’s interesting,” I muttered before I pulled out slowly. I looked down between us, at the wetness she left on my dick, and I had to count to ten before I moved again.
She whimpered for me, wiggling her hips over me since the tip of my dick was still inside. In answer, I slammed home in one movement. She froze, her knees shaking, so I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.
“Do you want it slow? So I just tease you over the edge? Or do you want me to fuck you so hard that you practically fall to the ground, bruising your knees?” I growled before I nipped at her earlobe.
“Yes please?” she said in answer. She tasted of coffee, and of Harper, and I knew that walking away would be the hardest thing I ever did.
So I wouldn’t do it yet. Instead, I pulled out of her and then slammed home once again.
It was hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I threw my head back, leaving myself to abandon as both of us arched from one another, finding a rhythm that was far too much and yet not enough all at once.
And when she finally came again, her pussy fluttering around my cock, I pulled out of her and twisted her around.
“Dorian,” she whined, but I didn’t say anything. Instead I slid two fingers deep inside of her and fucked her hard with my hand, loving the way that her juices filled my palm and trailed over her legs.
When she came one more time, I knew it was my turn.
I lifted her by the thighs, set her on the edge of the counter, and met her gaze before I rocked my hips forward.
It was hard and rough and too much for a virgin, and I knew she would be sore.
So I would take care of her soon. Pamper her the way that she deserved.
But for now, I took her mouth, as I took her.
When I came, filling that precious cunt with my cum, I didn’t pull away.
Instead, I filled her, wanting her to scent of me, to feel of me, to be marked by me.
I kissed her again, loving the way that she gripped me, not wanting to let me go either.
And I knew I was in so much fucking trouble—I had no way of getting out of this.
And yet, with her cunt keeping me in place, my cum filling her, I didn’t want a way out. And that was a fucking problem.