Chapter 21 #2
My hands moved through his hair, clinging to his neck as he held me.
“I was young and stupid.” His hands moved to cradle the sides of my face, pulling me closer. “So fucking stupid to ever risk losing you.”
With a shaky breath between us, he kissed me.
Warm lips moved over mine, and my hands curled into his hair as I deepened it, opening for him and welcoming his tongue to tangle with mine. The storage locker of my heart was broken open, freed, and renovated to make room for whatever was happening right now. Something new and deep…something raw.
I moaned as he pulled me closer, his left hand sliding against my ass, pulling me against his hardening length. Our mouths moved in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, our tongues tracing lips, our moans increasing as my legs wrapped around his waist and I attempted to claim the friction my body needed.
We both were breathing hard when I felt some of the water recede around us, and I realized Wes was carrying us toward his bike. Water pebbled along my skin as I continued to kiss along his neck, and he kissed mine.
It wasn’t until we reached the bike that Wes shifted me in his arms. I was guided back, until my head was lying between the handlebars of his bike, my back was against the gas tank, and my ass on the warm leather.
My legs went to either side of the bike, straddling it in a way that exposed me to any bystander who might ride by on a mountain bike or stroll through a nearby trail.
“These need to dry,” Wes rumbled, while tugging my wet panties down my legs. I smirked as his mouth gaped. The warm air hit my sex, and it was soothing against my silky slit. Tracing the naked skin with my fingers, I watched as Wes looked on like a man starved.
I lifted up, unclasping my bra and freeing my breasts. “This does too.”
Wes laid it with my underwear over the back of his bike, then slid his boxers down. I didn’t have to care if someone came upon us. If Wesley was this bold with his nudity, it likely meant this trail and place was hardly ever visited.
“You look so fucking beautiful, River,” Wesley murmured, slowly stroking down my rib cage, cupping my breasts. With one hand he was pinching my nipple and with the other he was prying open my pussy. I gasped at the way his calloused finger felt along my smooth entrance.
Stroking inside me, my eyes fluttered closed as he curled his finger and then used his thumb to rub my clit.
“Yes.” I reached behind me and held onto the handlebars as Wes played with me, and when he brought his mouth down over my peaked nipple, I held him there by burying my hand into his hair.
“So fucking good,” Wes rasped against my breast.
I ached for more, so I slid my free hand down my body, pushing his fingers further into me, then my hips lifted with a gentle rock, and I was riding his hand.
“There you are, my perfect girl,” he whispered in awe before pressing a kiss to my chest. “Keep going. Fuck my hand, River.”
My mouth parted as I increased the movement of my hips, but I could see his thick erection bobbing against the seat as I moved, and that was going to feel so much better inside of me than his fingers.
Releasing him, I sat up and pulled him closer.
“Fuck me, Wes. Right here, on the back of your bike.”
He made a rumbling sound of approval as he reached for his leather cut, then lifted my back so I was sitting up.
I knew it was to help cover me if anyone found us, so I slid my arms through and then he pulled his jeans on, leaving his zipper and button undone enough that his cock could easily jut upward.
Once his boots were on, he stabilized the bike between his thighs, and guided my leg over his hip.
The angle allowed me some height, so I could easily sink down onto him. Holding onto his shoulder, and with his hand at my waist, he helped me adjust.
“Fuck,” I breathed as his fat cock pried me open in ways my poor vagina hadn’t been used since he last entered me.
The girth of this man was unlike anyone I’d ever been with.
We didn’t speak for what felt like two entire minutes as he grunted, the muscles in his forehead straining as he continued to pull me down, spearing me with his length.
Once he was fully seated inside me, we both froze, adjusting and allowing the swelling of his cock to acclimate to the tightness of my pussy. I inhaled a sharp breath before his hand went up my back, stroking along my spine and pulling me forward.
“I’m not going to last long”—he kissed my shoulder—“but move those hips, River. Fuck me until you’re dripping down my cock. I want you to make a mess of my seat as soon as I pull out of you.”
Pent-up need unleashed at his words, and I did exactly as he said, rotating my hips forward and back, sliding up and down his dick while gripping his shoulders.
He lowered his face, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while I ground harder against him.
The friction of his jeans and the zipper against my sensitive center just increased my pleasure, drawing out a moan from me.
The water babbled in the background, birds chirped, and we fucked under a canopy of trees, adding our own soundtrack to the world around us.
I could tell Wes was holding back, probably to keep his bike from falling over, but I rode him hard, circling my hips into a figure eight, tethering my hands at the base of his neck, and then he gripped my ass cheek and squeezed while dragging me against him.
“So fucking insatiable, River. You really haven’t been stretched or taken care of since you were last with me, have you?” he reverberated while tucking loose hair behind my ear.
I shook my head, gasping for air as my climax slowly took hold of me.
“You poor thing, your cunt is squeezing my cock so hard, it’s milking every fucking drop from me—” It was his turn to gasp, and then I was seeing stars.
“Wes!” My head tipped back as I moaned his name. My hips shuddered forward as my orgasm ripped me open and robbed me of breath.
Wes held my ass in place as he rocked forward once, twice, and then he was groaning into my shoulder, finding his own release.
Our chests heaved as we both went limp in each other’s arms, and when Wes helped me up, and off his shaft, there was indeed a mess that followed.
On instinct, I closed my thighs, but Wes held them open, staring up at me with that feral grin.
“Keep em’ open, River. I told you, that mess is mine, and it belongs here.”
Flushing the smallest bit, I let him handle me, while he leaned back, watching as his release dripped down my slit onto the seat.
With a groan, his finger slid back inside me, dragging the remnants of our joint release from my cunt until it was smearing his seat.
“Every piece of you belongs with me when I ride, especially what’s drawn from that body after we fuck. ”
God fucking damn. This man and his mouth.
I was already rocking my hips again, because he hadn’t lied, it had been too long since I’d been taken care of, and Wes knew my body intricately.
With a small chuckle, Wes helped me up until I was standing barefoot in the dirt, wearing his cut and nothing else. His eyes blazed as they trailed down my body. The breeze was making my nipples pucker, and the wetness between my thighs had me clenching them together.
“I don’t ever want anyone else on this planet to see you like this. I’m an obsessed motherfucker, too zealous for my own good, but fuck, you’ve ruined me.”
I was back in front of him within seconds, pulling his mouth to mine in another kiss. I wasn’t sure what we’d just done, or if this was a way of hitting reset for us, but I wasn’t brave enough to ask, and I wasn’t strong enough to hope.
Guilt rode me hard as I listened to Killian get his ass chewed by Wes.
I had assumed this little conversation would have taken place yesterday, but I was wrong.
Kill was on the back porch, sipping a cold beer when Wes lit into him about being focused on his own shit and losing focus of what’s on the line. Apparently, it was my life that was on the line, and after talking to Silas, I realized now more than ever how dangerous leaving on my own was.
Once Wes was finished with Killian, both men walked back inside.
Max didn’t even lift his head from my lap or move from taking up half the couch.
I locked gazes with Killian, seeing his eyes narrow on me in a glare as he passed.
I mouthed, “Sorry,” but he ignored me, storming out of the house and slamming the door shut.
“That seemed pretty bad,” I mused, slipping off the couch.
Wes locked the door after Killian left, and then took off his cut and boots.
“He’ll get over it.”
In just his T-shirt and jeans, Wes returned to the living room and tugged my hand into his, encouraging me to follow him upstairs.
“You don’t like hanging out in your living room?” I asked as Wes shut his door then slid the small dresser in front of it because the lock had busted when he kicked it open.
Max had followed us inside, plopping down on a what looked like a brand-new dog bed. It was bigger and plusher than the one I’d brought.
Wes stripped out of his shirt, tilting his head. “Easier to get shot down there.”
That was a sobering thought. It made me curious how many times Wes had been shot at during his time with this MC. But also, it would have been nice to know when I was all alone here last night.
“I chewed Killian’s ass for losing you, but we need to talk about what happened yesterday.”
I silently nodded, watching Wes slowly strip out of his clothes.
“Are we bathing first?”
He smirked. “We are.”
I jumped up, running into his bathroom excitedly.
“I freaking love this tub.”
Wes laughed as he bent over and started the stream of water, ensuring the tub was properly plugged.