Chapter 8 Good Luck Prying Me Loose （Wesley）
GOOD LUCK PRYING ME LOOSE (WESLEY)
As soon as the door clicks shut behind us, we both snap.
Jackets hit the floor. Shoes somewhere after. By the time the lock slides, I’ve got her pinned to the door, her back hitting wood with a soft thud.
She gasps. Surprise. Excitement. Challenge. And I’m a goner.
Her body slots against mine, perfect. I rock forward, delirious.
Her breath snags. “You’re not playing.”
“Foxy,” I rasp, “you have no idea.”
I lace our fingers and haul her upstairs, urgency eating the steps.
The bedroom door’s barely shut before I’m on her again—hard, hungry.
She meets me with a moan that blows the fuse on every ounce of restraint I’ve been faking: the PDA, the chirping, the pretend relationship that has never been pretend.
Her palms skim up my chest, nails grazing skin, and the last of my control breaks, bright and clean.
“You are so damned sexy,” I manage, voice rough. “All spark and trouble and…I need to fuck you. Tell me yes. Tell me you want me inside you.”
Her eyelids flutter. “Bossy man.”
“Damn right.”
I fumble with the lock, flip it. When I turn, my pulse just…stops.
She’s already out of her jeans. Sweater off. Top gone. Black lace and lamplight turning her into heat and shadow—hips, ribs, that soft dip of her waist—and my brain blanks.
“Jesus, Joy,” I rasp. “You’re a wild one, aren’t you?”
She crooks a finger, wicked smile tugging. “Come here, pretty boy. Show me what you got for me.”
I’m halfway undressed before I know it—shirt off, belt loose, fingers fumbling my fly. By the time I reach her, she launches, legs cinching around my waist, heat searing through denim.
“Goddamn,” I groan, gripping her thighs. “You trying to finish me?”
Her lips curve against mine. “Maybe just ruin you a little.”
Her hips roll, dragging that hot, perfect pressure over my cock. A strangled sound tears out of me.
“I’ve got a nice little treat for you, stud,” she whispers, voice dripping sin.
I can’t think, can’t breathe. Just feel.
She presses herself into me again—slow, ruinous—her tongue skimming my jaw. “Find a nice place to lie down, Alaska… and unzip your pants.”
My brain stutters. What leaves my throat isn’t language so much as her name, a prayer, a curse. Heat hammers in my ears; the pressure against my zipper borders on catastrophic.
I walk toward the bed, every step a drag of friction and fire. Reaching the edge of the mattress, I drop down, gritting my teeth when gravity presses Joy on my hard-on, her thighs locked around my waist like a vise.
She grinds again—unrestrained, shameless—dragging her center over me until my vision sparks. I’m one breath from coming apart like a teenager.
“Ready for your treat, pretty boy?”
I nod roughly. “I’ll take anything you give me, baby doll.”
She presses me back onto the mattress. My head blanks; every drop of blood heads south. She slips off me just long enough to work open my waistband and strip me down, then swings back astride, nails skimming my chest in a sharp, electric rake.
“Christ.”
She pouts, wicked and pretty. “Oh no. Did I misbehave?” A teasing look. “Guess I’ll have to make it up to you.” She looks at my arousal, hard and thick and glistening with precum.
Grinning, she lowers her head to my crotch and pants a warm breath over my aching tip.
At the first flick of her tongue, I feel as if lightning has struck me.
I cry out and collapse on the bed when her tongue slowly slides over the side of my length, tasting and licking slowly, before she envelops it and pushes it deep inside.
“Oh my God, Wesley.” She smiles, humming low in her throat as she licks me again. The sounds she lets out are feral with need. She looks up at me as her hand moves over my balls, squeezing. “You’re huge. How can you even play with this thing between your legs?”
“I’m warning you,” I say hoarsely, rising on my elbows, allowing me to watch her sink down again.
She’s beautiful with my dick in her mouth.
I can’t look away. It’s clear she loves giving head.
She strokes me, her spit coating me, until I’m so wet I could as well be inside her.
My hips pump up, desperate grunts escaping my lips, and she bobs on me, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip.
“Your cum tastes good,” she mumbles, wrapped around me. “Will you come inside my mouth?”
This girl is a fucking tease. My every sense is locked on the sensation of her tongue on me. I feel like I’m going to burst into a million pieces.
“Not tonight. I need to fuck you, Joy. Need to be inside you.”
I’ve never been this hard and thick.
“You feel how heavy they are?” I growl as she reaches for my balls, squeezing. “That’s all for you, baby. I need you riding me, not just tasting me.” Her thighs squeeze together; she moans for me, and it’s almost my undoing. “You keep this up and I’m gonna lose my name, not just forget it.”
Her answering whimper is pure yes. I reach for the lace at her chest and slide my fingers under the strap, easing it down off her shoulder, baring her for me.
Her perfect tits bounce as she takes me to the back of her throat.
“I’m losing my mind,” I say as I sink a hand into her hair and guide her up so I can kiss her.
She pops off me with a gentle sucking sound, a mischievous smile coating her lips.
I roll with her, flipping us so she’s on her back, but I keep my weight braced on my arms.
She lets out a startled gasp, and I bring my lips to hers. “God, yes,” she moans as she wraps her legs around my waist in just the right spot that her center smooths over my length.
“It’s time to try it on,” I murmur. “Tag’s still on, right?” My lips move along her jaw, nipping at her skin as she glides against my shaft.
“Let’s see if it fits.” She giggles, rolling her hips. “What was it you promised me?” she teases. “That you’re going to pound me?” Her teeth catch my earlobe; my neck goes tight as I reach and tug her panties down.
It fits. God, we fit. Joy Preston was made for me. “You’ll take it all, Foxy. Your pussy will take every last fucking inch of me.”
“Then give it to me,” she bites my lip, drawing blood, the metallic taste spreading on my tongue. “Hard. I want it hard. Please.”
This girl is a dream.
I would’ve never, never guessed what was under those oversized hoodies and loose jeans she lives in. All those nights she prowled the locker room with her phone, cool and contained, camera slung over her shoulder. All that understatement. Turns out she wasn’t hiding insecurity. She was hiding this.
Toned curves and a mouth that could end civilizations. Dirty, fearless, bossy-as-hell, scrambling my brain and bulldozing every moral code I’ve ever had.
I’m spinning.
Because Joy Preston—the funny, sparkly girl behind the lens—just turned siren. The kind men fantasize about and never get a shot at.
Except I’ve got my hands on her. And she’s asking for more.
My pulse hammers. Vision whites out at the edges.
She’s fire in silk. Sunlight with teeth. And somehow—somehow—she’s mine.
The guys can have their highlight reels. Their trophies. Their stats.
I just hit the fucking jackpot.
“You keep pouting those lips at me,” I snarl, barely recognizing my own voice, “I’ll put them back to work.”
She laughs, bright and wicked. “Then show me who’s in charge, stud.”
Christ. She’s going to wreck me. When I touch her center, she is soaked, ready. “Normally I’d taste you first. Take my time. Tease you. But that is not what you want right now, is it?” I need to hear it. “Tell me what you want, Foxy.”
“I want you inside me. I want it now.”
My thoughts are all muddled. With barely enough composure left, I grab a condom from the nightstand and rip it open.
“Put. This. On.” I watch her smirk and take it from me, sliding it down over me with both hands.
Once I’m fully sheathed, she pulls me back on top of her, grinding against me until my flesh pushes apart her feminine lips.
Rubbing myself in her juices, a string of curses rolls off me. “You’re gonna make me come. But I need your hot pussy wrapped around me first, or I’m gonna die.”
She’s so wet, dragging against my length like a heathen, kicking off a rough rumble from me. I’m not the least bit gentle grabbing and squeezing her round ass. “You want the real thing, or are you planning to tease me all night long?”
“I want it so bad, Wes. Will you give me what I need?”
‘Everything. I’ll give you everything.”
Taking my hand between us, I ram my entire swollen length inside. She is tight and hot and her thighs are shaking.
“Joy,” I shudder. “Baby, open up for me, yeah? Let me in. I’m gonna fuck you now, ok?”
“Yeah. Give it to me. Hard,” she mewls, spreading wide for me. “You’re so big, Wes. I bet it gets uncomfortable in your pants, doesn’t it, stud?”
Fucking hell. Every filthy word fries my circuits. I drag in a breath, lock it down. She’s not walking away on a few lazy strokes. I’m taking her apart and keeping her under me till sunrise.
“God, you’re such a brat,” I grind out, throbbing inside of her, voice wrecked with how good she feels.
I start pumping, roaring when her fingers dig into my ass.
Hot air is bursting from my nostrils as I drive deep, and I press my forehead to hers, voice low.
“Tell me you’re good. Tell me you want it like this. ”
“Please,” she moans. “Please, Wes, please don’t stop. I promise I’ll be good. I want it, I want it—”
As if there was a chance of me turning back now. Her legs are locked around my waist. I don’t spare her for a minute, having allowed her to play with me.
“You offering that tight cunt to me on a platter?”
I find her nipples and squeeze hard on one while sucking on the other. I bring her breasts together and kiss between them, moving inside of her in hard pumps. But I need to slow down, or I will blow my load too fast.
“I want this pussy on my tongue.” It’s half growl, half prayer, and I pull out, sliding down and lifting her legs on my shoulders. She mumbles in protest, but when I press my tongue on her clit, she cries out.
“Careful, baby,” I murmur into her, heat pounding in my blood. “House is full. You need to be quiet.”
She grabs her top that’s lying haplessly on the covers and shoves it into my hand, eyes blazing.
“Here,” she pants. “Make me behave.”
I’m speechless for a second, then I recover and press the fabric to her mouth, tying it loose enough that she can pull it away whenever she wants, then slide back down between her legs.
She lets out muffled sounds behind the gag she asked for while I rapidly flick my tongue against her clit. It could be my name, another tease, or a curse.
“You taste so fucking good. I could spend hours between your legs.” I dive my tongue against her while my hands travel up to play with her tits and her nipples.
She moans even louder as her body starts to tense.
“Come on my face.” I sink back between her legs, lapping up every ounce of her while her orgasm builds.
She thrashes and mumbles, and I bear down, flicking my tongue fast, and when I feel she’s about to come, I insert two fingers into her center, pressing on her G-spot. Her eyes fly open, her fingers grip the sheets, and I continue to lick her while her peak rips through her body.
Nothing has ever touched this. Not a perfect game, not draft day. Her beneath me, coming hard—and I’m the one who did it.
“That’s it. Look at you.” I move upward, slipping the shirt away and replacing it with my mouth, kissing her slowly, worshipfully. Pushing back inside her, I thrust slowly at first, then pick up the pace.
“You’re my good dirty girl,” I pant as I thrust into her. “I want to own every last inch of this cunt. Come all over you, inside you. Have you wake up tomorrow with the feel of me still between your legs.”
“Wesley,” she cries. “I’m so close.” She starts to clench again, and I need to come so fucking hard feeling her around me, knowing I’m her man. She convulses, squeezing me, and the room around me fades to black.
I grip her ass, and rock into her, a burst of white-hot pleasure shooting up my spine.
“Motherfucker,” I snarl as I pulse into her, coming until there’s nothing left in me. She continues to tighten around me as I slow down. We both collapse on the bed, me rolling her over so she’s on top of me. I kiss her neck, her shoulder, her lips.
“Fuck.” I pull out slowly and discard the condom.
I’ve never come harder.
She melts against me, boneless, looking thoroughly fucked. Thoroughly mine.
I stare at the ceiling, chest heaving, trying to catch up. Joy Preston and I just had sex. Not the safe kind; it was mind blowing, life tilting, filthy. The pretty blonde who hides in baggy layers has a body built for sin and a dirty, fearless mouth—and she knows exactly how to use both.
Good luck prying me loose.