Chapter 17
17
WESTON
I slide my hands into her silk panties and rub circles against her needy clit.
“You knew that though,” I whisper.
She nods, and the confession makes me fucking weak. Feeling how she’s dripping wet for me turns me on. Just being close to her unlocks something primal inside of me. A single look was all it ever took.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I mutter against her plump lips.
She strokes me from my base to the tip. I throb against her, the sensation both overwhelming and completely consuming. I’ve wanted her touch for so fucking long, and while I should deny myself of her, I can’t. My willpower has vanished, even if I know, deep down, I don’t deserve Carlee. Not sure anyone does.
“Wes, I need to come so bad,” she begs as if her life depends on it.
My nickname on her lips makes my heart skip a fucking beat.
“Let me worship you,” I whisper, trailing my lips down her neck, sucking and nibbling her sweet skin.
She jerks me so fucking good that my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. I get lost with her as I effortlessly rub circles against her clit.
She rocks her hips against me, and desperate pants release from her lips as we get each other off.
“Mmm. Pre-cum,” she says, placing her sticky fingers in her mouth.
I brush her hair out of her pretty face, studying her.
If she only knew what she did to me.
“Can I?” She glances down at my cock with anticipation and need.
I raise my brows and smirk, then slide a finger inside her tight pussy. Curling my finger, I tease her G-spot, and she clenches around me.
“Tell me what you want.” The words come out in a rough gruff.
“I want you in my mouth,” she whisper-hisses as she rocks against me.
I give her two fingers and go to the knuckle. She continues working me in long, slow strokes; if she keeps this up, I’ll lose myself.
No other woman has ever made me feel like she does. I’m high on her, on us, on this.
Carlee’s mouth falls open, and the intensity surrounding us builds. We’re finally crossing that line. We both know it; we both don’t give a fuck. She rocks her hips against me as desperate pants escape her lips like sweet music.
“Mmm. You want me so bad. I see it on your face. I’m memorizing that look,” she purrs, her voice low. She continues stroking me as pleasure cascades through me.
“I always want you,” I confess, brushing my thumb across her flushed cheek.
Her eyes are wide with lust. We’re lost, and logic tells me one of us has to find a way out of this. Right now, we’re tumbling through space together, falling toward an alternate reality where maybe we can be together. Neither of us will admit it .
She pushes the blanket away and glances down at my cock. Her gaze is filled with hunger.
I raise my brows and smirk. The thrill of having her courses through me as I continue to finger-fuck her. She clenches around me, a gasp escaping her lips as I move from her clit to her cunt, teasing every inch of her.
“Let me have you,” she whispers, her words like a seductive spell as she rocks against my hand.
A deep moan escapes her as she grips my cock tighter, keeping a steady rhythm that drives me closer to the edge. She wants me to lose myself, and I want to surrender to the intoxicating need that takes hold of us both.
It’s time to give in. I can’t fight myself any longer.
“You win,” I tell her, meeting her eyes.
“Finally,” she says, kissing me deeply.
Without losing eye contact, she sits up and removes the T-shirt she’s wearing, revealing her breasts. Carlee lies back down, giving me access to her perky pink nipples that stand at full attention. I had no idea.
Dark brown hair splashes across the pillow, and my eyes soften. I want to capture her like this.
“Do you want my panties off?” she asks.
I nod.
Carlee seductively wiggles out of them. I study every curve and freckle as my fingers trail down her smooth skin.
I trace my finger around the tattoo on her hip. I turn onto my side and smile. “Is that a love potion?”
“Yep. And you can’t forget this one. I had a rebellious stage,” she says, rolling over to show me her round ass.
My firm palm rubs over a red pair of lips tattooed on her cheek. I scoot down and bite it, leaving teeth marks around it.
“Mmm.”
My hand runs up the curve of her body.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous .
I lift one brow, a teasing smirk playing on my lips. “You’re such a bad fucking girl.”
“You have no idea,” Carlee replies, twisting her body to hook her fingers in the waistband of my joggers. My cock springs free, and she lustfully studies me before swallowing hard. “Damn.”
“Think you can handle it?” I ask, my heart racing in anticipation.
“I grew up on a Christmas tree farm, Weston. I can ride anything ,” she responds, a grin dancing across her lips.
“Giddyup then, little darlin’.”
I lie back and tuck my hands behind my head. She moves between my legs, licking down the shaft, her tongue exploring every ridge and contour of my length and balls.
She strokes me, chuckling. “You’re not supposed to make jokes.”
“Why? I find you so fucking sexy when you laugh,” I say.
A heavy breath escapes me as her gaze meets mine, and I wonder if she realizes what she’s always wanted is right in front of her.
“What’s that look for?” she asks, and I realize she’s paying more attention, reading me better than before.
“Tell me what you were thinking first,” I say, licking my lips.
“I feel like I’m dreaming,” she admits before taking me in her hot mouth.
Her confession causes heat to flood through me.
“Me too,” I mutter.
She teases the tip as I gently run my fingers through her silky hair. Carlee takes her time like she’s memorizing each inch of me with her tongue. It’s agonizing how badly I want her.
“I like it when you watch me like this,” she says right before taking my cock to the back of her throat.
My heart swirls with emotions—something I shouldn’t feel with just a fuck buddy. This is too intimate, and the moment consumes me. I should’ve known better, but selfishly, I didn’t give a fuck .
Carlee increases her pace, working me like her life depends on it. I give her all of me. She can’t get enough as she forces me to the back of her throat.
No gag reflex.
“Give me your pussy,” I whisper. “Sit on my face.”
“Show me how,” she says, crawling toward me.
Her lips crash against mine with overwhelming urgency. We grow breathless and needy.
“You’re the only person who’s ever had this part of me,” she admits. “Teach me.”
Knowing I’m the only man who’s ever tasted that sweet pussy makes me so goddamn feral. It will stay like that from now until the end of time. Just one lick of her was all it took.
“Put your pussy right here,” I instruct, hard as a fucking rock.
She climbs on top of me, hovering above me. I kiss every part of her inner thigh. Desperate moans release from her as I gently tease her bundle of nerves.
I trail my tongue down her wet slit, devouring her arousal.
“Smother me with your sweet cunt. I can’t get enough.” With a firm grasp, I grab her ass cheeks, pushing her against my mouth.
“Your facial hair,” she says breathlessly before taking most of my cock into her mouth. “Feels so damn good.”
It’s ecstasy as she rides my face and sucks me. I give her a finger, and she clenches around me. Carlee’s breathing grows heavy. It happens too fast, and we’re both chasing our ends.
“You want to come so fucking bad. I can taste you,” I mutter, twirling circles on her hard clit.
Her body shudders in anticipation. The desperate breaths and high-pitched pants are a dead giveaway as she steadies herself on my chest. Her back arches as she fucks my face.
“Weston, oh, oh,” she screams out as the orgasm takes over, and as she shatters I shove my tongue deep inside her.
I lick every inch of her, not wasting a drop. Guttural groans release from her body, and I love the way it sounds when she loses herself.
“You taste so fucking good.”
I continue giving her clit play as she returns to my cock. Carlee keeps her pussy in place as I run my hands up and down her body.
“You’re close,” she says breathlessly as my balls seize.
I see stars. I grab her ass, creating more friction, and seconds later, she comes on my tongue again .
“Mmm, fuck yes. Two,” I say, knowing I’m on the brink of falling over the edge.
“I need you inside of me, Weston,” she nearly begs.
“No,” I whisper. “One of us has to have control. Two days. You can wait.”
“You don’t want to fuck my tight little cunt?” she asks, grinding her wet pussy against my facial hair.
Love that she’s insatiable and horny as fuck. We’re a match made in heaven—and I’d know after living in hell for so long.
I ache for more of her, bucking my hips upward, hitting the back of her throat as she strokes me with her hand. I imagine being buried deep inside of her, stretching her wide. We’ll have to go slow at first to allow her time to adjust. Sure, she has toys, but they don’t compare.
Her body tenses and shakes, and I slide a finger back inside her. She’s coming for the third time.
“Greedy girl.”
“Mmhmm,” she says with her mouth full.
I can feel my orgasm building, knowing I’ve brought her to the end three times. Feeling her pulse around me is so fucking hot.
“Come for me. I want every drop of you,” she demands. “Give me what I want, Wes.”
My body tenses and the orgasm rips through me. I grunt as I pump inside of her hot, greedy mouth. Carlee massages my balls, continuing to stroke me as the world around me collapses. I can’t think straight and inhale ragged breaths as she licks me clean .
“Mmm. You taste so good, baby.”
“Fuck,” I say, hyperaware that she called me baby, barely able to catch my breath.
Carlee lays flat on the bed beside me, facing me. We’re both in a daze.
I lean forward, kissing her passionately, wanting her to taste how sweet she is on my tongue. Our pleasure mixes together, and it’s confirmed that Carlee Jolly will be my goddamn demise.
“Weston, I’m …” she whispers.
There’s something she wants to say, and I wait for her to continue, but before she can, the doorbell rings.
We stare at each other.
“What time is it?” she asks, the sound pulling us from our haze.
“Get dressed,” I tell her, quickly capturing her lips. “Time is of the essence.”
“Why?”
“Because if it’s Easton, he’s already let himself in, and he’s making his way up the stairs.”
“Shit!” she whisper-hisses.