Chapter 24
Wes
I fucking hate fireworks. No matter what I do, they take me back to a time in my life where my life was constantly in danger.
The loud noise brings me back to the moment we were attacked.
Where everything around me was exploding.
The shock, the panic, the helplessness. It threatens to consume me and all because some people like to see bright lights in the sky for a couple of seconds.
It’s easier when I know to expect them. For the Fourth of July and New Years I go rent a place in the middle of nowhere, equipped with my noise canceling headphones, music, and some of my favorite movies.
But when some shithead kids decide to set them off on a random day in October, there’s no way I could’ve prepared for that, and my fight or flight kicks in instantly. I hardly realize Bailey is outside talking to me, my focus solely on finding the source of the sound and destroying it.
I’m blind to everything else around me. Even her.
It isn’t until we’re inside, and I sit down that I realize she’s with me. I do everything I can to get my heart rate back to normal and my mind out of the dark place it goes.
When I feel the warm pressure of her hand on my leg, moving gently as she squeezes, I grab it with my own and it helps.
I don’t know why or how it helps, but it does.
I expect her to leave now that I’m not fully freaking out. She has no reason to stay.
What I don’t expect is when I manage to look over at her she’s not looking at me with pity or fear. She’s just looking at me.
And the craziest part is I feel like she’s actually seeing me.
My eyes drop down to her mouth, her lips slightly parted, enticing me to feel them again. I’ve wanted to every minute since we first kissed. I’ve wanted to even longer than that, but she’s so closed off that me being in control in other sexual situations with us felt easier.
But right now, I don’t care about any of that. Right now, I just want to feel her lips on mine. I want to lose myself in her, and to forget about the reasons why my head is so fucked beyond repair. I just want to feel.
Without thinking anymore I dip my head down, capturing her lips with mine. She melts into me so easily, and I want more. I need more. When she opens up for me, I know she’s willing to give it, and I’m going to savor every single thing she offers.
My fingers tangle in her hair as I push my tongue into her mouth, and she moans, grabbing a fistful of my shirt and pulling me closer. I go easily, but push even further, laying her down on the couch while hovering over her body without breaking our kiss.
When she parts her legs and I’m able to settle my hips between them. I groan as she lets out a soft gasp into my mouth at the feeling of my weight pressing her down.
I told her before we kissed for the first time I didn’t think I would be able to stop, but I somehow managed. This time there’s no stopping. This time, she’ll need to say the word if she wants this to stop because I’m so completely out of my mind there’s no way I’m letting up.
In this moment, I’m a man possessed, desperate for the little bit of a distraction the woman underneath me is willing to give.
Our tongues tangle while my mouth dominates hers.
The moment her hips tilt up, seeking more friction, I can’t hold myself back from feeling her any longer.
I hastily undo her pants with one hand, flicking the button open easily and shoving underneath her panties to find her completely soaked already.
“Angel, if you’re going to stop me at any point tonight tell me now, because with your pussy this wet I need to do something about it.” I pant against her lips.
“I’m not going to stop you,” she breathes, and that’s all I need to hear, plunging a finger into her and she cries out against my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re going to choke my cock in this sweet little cunt.”
Bailey whimpers, bucking her hips up as I take her lips once again, thrusting my finger methodically. She grabs for my back, nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt.
The feel of her fingers digging into me throws every thought of taking any of this slow out the window. I should keep touching her until she comes at least twice before I even consider putting my dick inside her, but I can’t wait.
Not tonight.
Not with the way she feels, and not with the way my mind is still trying to drown me. I refuse to let it.
Instead of even bothering to shed the rest of our clothes, I sit up, reluctantly removing my hand from her pants. Bailey is breathing heavily, lips red and kiss bitten which only makes my already rock solid cock even harder.
“Take them off,” I demand, already unbuttoning my pants, and pushing them down just enough. She lifts her hips to push her own down, and mine are just barely over my ass before I’m on her again.
I push her legs up so I can pull her pants the rest of the way off before I drop my hips down between her thighs again. This time there’s nothing in the way as my length rubs through her, getting covered in her slick arousal.
“Wes,” Bailey moans my name gently, and I practically lose it. The sound is so perfect coming from her, I need to hear it again, and again.
“What do you need, Angel?”
“I don’t, I just want to feel you. Please.”
I thrust forward, rubbing against her sensitive clit and she moans, her arms wrapping around the back of my neck trying to pull my mouth down to hers again. As I position the tip to her entrance, I keep my lips just out of reach, barely grazing when I realize something.
“Fuck. Condom,” I grind out, worried that if I break this bubble we’re in my thoughts will completely consume me. That she’ll run away and I don’t even want to think about what the aftermath of all of this would look like.
She shakes her head vehemently, panting, “Fuck the condom. I’m on birth control, I haven’t been with anyone in–”
I don’t let her finish before I’m thrusting in roughly, dropping my forehead to hers with a groan while she cries out. “Me either,” I tell her, not specifying that it’s been three years for me.
Three years since I was last inside a woman. Three years since the night I was last inside her.
I don’t even care that our shirts are still on or that I can’t feel all of her. My pants aren’t even all the way off, the only thing that matters is that I’m actually having sex with Bailey Collee again.
She feels even better than I remember. I grit my teeth as I try not to blow too soon while she squeezes me so tightly I can hardly see straight.
She moans my name again, and I can’t help but turn feral at the sound. The feeling of her around me is all too much and also not quite enough. I pull back and then push forward roughly.
“I want you to remember this the next time you get an attitude with me.” I thrust again. “Remember how badly you wanted this.” Thrust. “Remember how good I make you feel.” Thrust. “Remember all of this.”
She wraps herself around me as I keep up my punishing pace. I drop to my elbows by her head, framing her face and burying my hands in her hair.
“Look at me, Angel,” I demand, not thinking too much about it.
Sex doesn’t require eye contact for me. In fact, I generally prefer if it doesn’t have it.
But right now I want her emerald eyes locked on mine.
I want to watch her face while she comes for me.
That way when she wants to deny me tomorrow, to try and act like this never happened, I can remind her of this moment.
I can remind her how present she was with me. Right here, right now.
As soon as she looks at me, the side of my mouth pulls up. “There you are,” I practically whisper.
I angle my hips, and Bailey cries out at the change in sensation, but keeps her eyes on mine.
And when she moans my name softly, I almost come undone. “Wes, I’m so close.”
“I know, Angel. Come for me, show me how good I make you feel.”
She tightens around me, her moans becoming louder as I hit the perfect spot for her. I’m fighting to hold back my own release because I need her to get there. I need it more than my next breath.
“Give it up, Angel,” I growl against her lips right before kissing her roughly as the orgasm racks through her body.
She’s shaking, squeezing and crying out into my mouth while I fuck her through the release. I’m not far behind, with the way that every inch of her is holding me I can’t hold it back anymore.
My orgasm takes over, and for a moment I realize I probably should have pulled out, but it’s too late for that. Plus the possessive side of me that only shows up for her takes over knowing my cum is inside her.
We’re both breathing heavily as we come down from our releases. I gently move her hair off her sweat slicked forehead. I feel like I should say something, but the words just get caught in my throat.
Instead of attempting to speak, I kiss her. Softer than before, our mouths brushing gently against each other’s. Just feeling, no end goal. No fight. No back and forth. Just here right now, together where nothing else matters except this.
It may not last forever, but for right now, I’m going to make this last as long as possible.