Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Weston
I couldn’t believe she’d agreed to come to my home. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have come. I needed to make my move, but I had to be careful. She was different from the other women I’d slept with. One night. No strings. And then I’d never see her again.
I stood from my chair and extended my hand. She looked at it and then up at me. Placing her hand in mine, I helped her up, took her drink, and set it on the table.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I really feel the need to kiss you. Do you mind if I do?” Our eyes locked on each other.
“I suppose it would be okay.”
My lips curved into a smile as I leaned in and softly brushed them against hers.
They were soft, just like I knew they’d be.
My tongue met hers, and I was done for. Our kiss turned passionate, and there was no stopping now, especially when my cock was the hardest it had ever been.
Our lips stayed locked as I walked her back into the bedroom.
My fingers slowly unzipped the back of her dress.
It fell to the floor. I took a step back and stared at her beautiful body.
It was delicious, and I had every intention of exploring every inch of it.
She removed her bra, and I was done for the moment I saw her perfectly round and perky breasts.
Slipping out of my clothes, I tossed them to the side, wrapped my arm around her waist, and pushed her back onto the bed, while my tongue explored her neck.
Light moans escaped her lips as my mouth made its way to her breasts, taking her hardened peaks in my mouth.
My hand slid down her taut torso and down the front of her panties.
She was perfectly shaved, and I was losing control.
My mouth traveled down south. Pulling off her panties, my tongue explored her sensitive area while her fingers tangled in my hair.
I wouldn’t stop until she orgasmed. I wanted to satisfy her in a way I never cared about before.
She let out a howl as her body tightened and an orgasm tore through her.
Reaching over inside my nightstand, I pulled out a condom and slipped it over my hard cock.
Hovering over her, I thrust inside. We gasped at the sensation that possessed us.
I moved in and out, slowly, letting euphoria take over.
Our lips met and our tongues tangled, while our heart rates increased.
I flipped her on her stomach and took her from behind, thrusting in and out while my fingers dug into her ass.
Moans escaped us both as she orgasmed again, forcing me to come with her.
I closed my eyes at the feeling and grunted while every last drop fell out of me.
Collapsing on top of her, our bodies melted into one.
I pressed my lips against her bare shoulder while I waited for my breathing to regulate.
Once it did, I pulled out and rolled on my back.
Glancing at the clock, it was midnight, and I was sure she had to get home to her daughter.
“That was incredible, Samantha.” I smiled, removing the condom.
“It was. Thank you. I didn’t know how much I needed that.” She rolled onto her back.
“Well, an absurd amount of time had passed since you last had sex,” I smirked.
“I know.” She laughed in a cute way that I didn’t want her to leave.
“I suppose you have to get home to Zoey.”
“Actually, she’s spending the night at a friend’s house. So, I’m not in any rush.”
I climbed off the bed and disposed of the condom in the trash can in the bathroom. When I walked back into the bedroom, I climbed under the sheet and stared at her.
“So, you’ll stay the night?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’ll stay.”
I wrapped my arm around her as her head lay on my chest. I’d enjoy the rest of the night, take her home tomorrow, and forget this even happened.
Samantha
I WAS SO SCREWED.
I lay there, his arm wrapped around me, and my head on his chest, as if I belonged there.
My body was still trembling from the amazing sex.
My body never trembled. But this time, it did.
Lying there, wrapped in his arms, I finally understood why people chased things they knew were bad for them.
Weston Castile could easily become an addiction.
Like meth was to a drug addict. Or like alcohol was to an alcoholic.
I knew it, and most certainly, my body knew it.
It was already craving him again, and it had only been twenty minutes.
What people didn’t realize was that one bad decision could disrupt your entire life.
I was curious and only thinking about my vagina instead of the consequences that would follow.
The following morning, I opened my eyes and caught him staring at me.
“Good morning.” He placed his finger under my chin.
“Morning.” I smiled.
He leaned over and brushed his lips against mine while his hand slid down my torso and he plunged his finger inside me.
After we had sex again, I climbed out of bed and slipped on last night’s dress. Following him to the kitchen, he made us a cup of coffee while I sat at the island and watched.
“Are you hungry?” He turned and asked. “I can make us some eggs.”
“You cook?” My brow arched.
“Not much. But I can make eggs,” A smirk crossed his lips.
“As good as eggs sound, I really should get home. I don’t want Zoey to come home and see that I’m not there.”
“It’s eight a.m. She’s a teenager, and it’s Sunday. Do you really think she’ll be home before 3 p.m.?”
“True.” I shrugged. “I’m sure she and Maya were up all night.”
“Okay. Eggs it is.” He winked.
We had just finished eating when there was a knock at the front door.
“It’s my friend, Finn. What the hell is he doing here so early?” Wes said.