25. Hadley
Chapter twenty-five
Hadley
“Nope, keep the ring on.”
He takes a step closer to me like a predator on the hunt, and I can’t help the shiver that racks through me.
I move backward until my ass hits the dresser.
He prowls closer and cages me in, dropping his hands on either side of the dresser so I’m trapped.
Or at least it gives the illusion that I’m trapped.
If I asked him to move, he would. For as much as he’s acting dominating right now, I know that he’s really a sweetheart inside and would never hurt a hair on my head.
“But we’re not engaged. It’s fake.” My voice comes out in a whisper.
He leans closer, rubbing his nose along my jawline, his hard cock digging into me, and I fight the urge to grind against him. “What if it wasn’t?”
I peer up into his piercing gray eyes.
“Wes.” My voice is breathy. We just agreed to this thing between us being sex only, and now he’s saying that. “Did you hit your head on the ice? Are you concussed?” Where is this coming from? “Because you’re saying some ridiculous things, and I’m worried.”
He drops his hands, stepping back. “Not concussed. Just …” He runs a hand over his face. “Never mind. But keep it on. I want to fuck my fake fiancée wearing my ring on her finger and nothing else.” His eyes flare, and my body breaks out in goosebumps. “Wait. Will I need a safe word?”
“What is it with you and safe words, Weston?”
“I’ve got the perfect one, and I’ve been saving it.”
“Let’s hear it.” I brace myself, because who the hell knows what he’s going to say, but I’m also kind of curious as to what he’s come up with.
“Meatloaf.”
“Meatloaf?”
“Because I’d do anything for love, but I won’t do that,” he sings, and I giggle.
“Wes,” I hiss playfully, smacking him on the chest. “Could you be any more ridiculous?”
Now it’s his turn to laugh. “But you love it when I’m ridiculous.”
I roll my lips, hiding my smile. “That’s up for debate. That one was pretty good, actually. How did you come up with it?”
“Read it on the internet.”
I snort. “Do I want to know where?”
“A meme page.”
“Right. Sure.” My words are dripping with sarcasm. “To answer your question, no safe word needed. Unless you want there to be a reason to need one.”
His eyes darken. “Maybe another time.”
I nod, running a hand down his chest until I get to his hard cock pushing against his shorts. I trail my finger over his hardness, and he inhales sharply, grabbing my wrist to stop my movements.
“Not yet. On the bed,” he commands.
I do as he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and squeezing my thighs together. This is going to be so good. He is going to be so good. I just know it. Things between us are so easy.
He opens the top drawer of his dresser and pulls out a tie before stalking over and kissing me.
“You good with this?” He holds up the tie.
I nod vigorously. Yes. So much, yes. See, I knew it.
“Words, Hadley Jane. I need them.”
“Yes, fucking, please.” I clasp my wrists together and hold them out to him.
His pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare. He reaches down and squeezes himself through his shorts, and I track his movements.
“Lie down. Put your hands over your head.” He tips his chin toward the pillows at the top of the bed, and I comply. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much or if it hurts?” He meets my eyes.
“Yes, but I trust you.”
He inhales sharply before leaning over me, secures my hands, then checks his knots. Satisfied, he pulls back, staring down at me.
“Look at you all spread out for me.” He shoves his pants down and strokes himself as he watches me.
I tug on the bonds on my wrists. They’re snug, but I can feel the play, which tells me he left them loose enough that I could get out of them if I wanted to. I fidget, widening my legs.
“Keep your hands above your head, or we stop.”
“Now what?” I taunt. “Going to stare all night, or are you going to touch me?”
“I should have known you weren’t going to behave.” He smirks, tapping his chin, and takes a half step backward. “Where do you keep your vibrator?”
My core clenches.
“Nightstand,” I husk out.
He backs out of the room, and I wait with bated breath for him to get the toy.
He returns and comes over to the bed, my vibrator in his hand. He turns it on and runs it up the insides of my thighs.
“Keep those legs spread for me. Let me see you.”
“Yes, sir.”
He brings the vibrator to right above my clit.
I whine, shifting to try to get him to put it where I need it—on my throbbing clit.
He pulls the vibrator away. “Stop moving, or I’ll tie your legs down too. Or better yet, we’ll stop right now.”
“Then I’d go to my room and take care of myself,” I snap even as I stop moving. Although the idea of being completely tied down and at his mercy makes me even hotter.
He brings the vibrator back between my legs, this time to where I need it. I moan as he holds it there, my orgasm building. As I’m about to come, he pulls it away.
“Weston,” I hiss, glaring at him.
He has the audacity to wink as he puts the vibrator down and climbs onto the bed, stopping to untie my wrists and kiss each of them before lying on his back.
“I’ve changed my mind. I want you to sit on my face. I want to taste you when you come.” He sticks his tongue out, wiggling it around.
I scramble to do as he says, moving up his body until I’m hovering over his face.
“Down. Now,” he commands, tugging on my thighs until I have no choice but to smother him with my pussy.
Based on the sounds he makes as he slides his tongue through me, I think he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
I toss my head back, riding his face, forcing myself to stay in the here and now and not think about how he’s probably going to ruin me for all future men.
I haven’t even come yet, and I don’t know if anyone will ever compete with Wes.
But that’s for future me to figure out. Present me is going to enjoy all the orgasms he is willing to give me.
I brace my hands on the wall to keep myself upright as he laps and sucks at me. The familiar feeling in the base of my stomach starts.
“I’m so close,” I husk out.
“Mmm. Yes, you are,” he says before diving back in.
I close my eyes as my orgasm crashes into me.
“Weston. So good,” I yell out before slumping forward, leaning against the wall and hoping I’m not crushing him. Eventually, he guides me to lie down next to him, my head resting on his chest.
“That was really hot. I think you sitting on my face needs to be a regular occurrence.”
I giggle. “You won’t see me protesting.”
I run a hand over his chest, before my hand drifts lower and eventually collides with his hard dick. I hum, wrapping my hand around it, and stroke up and down his shaft a few times before running a finger along the sensitive head.
“Fuuuccckkkk.” He bucks against my hand. “Please, I need you.” He’s breathless.
“What do you need?”
“Whatever you’ll give me.”
“Hmmm …” I stroke him a few more times before pulling my hand away.
“Hadley. Fuck. I’m so close, and you’re just going to stop.” He lets out a frustrated huff. Now you know how I felt.
I roll onto my side and then get to my knees. “It’s my turn to play.” I crawl between his legs and lower my mouth down onto his cock, taking as much of him as I can.
“Just like that.” He pushes my hair out of my face so he has a better view.
Without breaking eye contact, I pull off his dick and lick up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue along the sensitive head, which makes him shiver and jerk.
I grip his balls, giving them a gentle tug, watching to see how he responds.
His eyes roll to the back of his head, and I swear his dick gets harder.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll be coming all over my stomach,” he warns, so I let go of him. “You’re a tease.”
I shrug my shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant, but all the while, I’m getting more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together.
“Why don’t you bring your pussy back up here, and I’ll take care of you while you play.”
Don’t have to ask me twice, especially not after his performance earlier. I get situated so my pussy is in his face, and his dick is in my mouth. I groan around him when he laps at me. He moves, and then he’s holding the vibrator to my clit as he licks me.
Fucking hell.
I pull off his dick, a series of low moans escaping me as I feel another orgasm start to build.
I am not going to last long if he keeps that up.
He pulls away, and I whine at the loss of contact. “Keep my dick in your mouth while you come, Hadley. If you take it out, we’re stopping.”
My needy pussy tells me to do as he says, so I take him deep into my throat as he goes back to eating me as if I’m his last meal. Holy hell. A few seconds later, I’m coming again, this orgasm much more powerful than the last one.
Eventually, I roll off him and lie flat on my back, closing my eyes.
I hear and feel the bed shift as he gets up.
“Are you going to fuck me now, Weston?” I ask, peering over at him standing at the side of the bed with his cock in his hand.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I widen my legs. “Please. I need to feel you inside me. Here.” I circle a finger around my wet opening.
He grabs a condom from his nightstand, fumbling a little until he’s able to open the package and roll it on.
“This is going to be quick. I’m so close.” He crawls onto the bed so he’s hovering over me.
“Quick and dirty. I want it all. Give me everything you’ve got.” I wrap my legs around his waist and draw him closer until his dick is rubbing against my pussy.
He lines himself up and slides into me gradually, inch by inch. My eyes flutter closed at the way he feels inside me, filling me up.
“Move.” I tap his bicep. “I need more.”
“Anything for you,” he tells me. He captures my lips with his and pistons his hips.
“Yes,” I hiss, breaking the kiss, gripping his biceps as he slams into me over and over.
“I need you to come again,” he says, reaching down and circling a finger around my clit as he pounds into me.
“Right there.” I throw my head back, taking everything he’s giving me. “Harder.”
I pinch my nipple, and he growls. He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, biting it and then soothing it with his tongue.
I yell out my release, an incoherent babble of words.
He pulls his head away from my chest, and I whimper. He leans down and kisses me as he pistons his hips a few more times.
“Fuuucckkk,” he groans, his body tensing as he slams into me one more time before he’s coming on a roar.
He exhales, collapsing on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him, loving the feel of his body on mine.
We lie like that for a few minutes before he shifts, pulling out of me and going into the bathroom to take care of the condom. He brings me a wet washcloth and helps clean me up. I let him, then I go and use the toilet—because no thank you to a UTI.
“Hurry back quickly,” he calls after me, and I can’t help but giggle.
I do what he asks, and soon, I’m climbing back into bed with him.
“Will you go out with me?” he asks, breaking the silence, his hand stroking down my back as I lie with my head on his chest a little while later.
I move so I can look at him, contemplating his question. “I—”
“I know you said just sex, but let me show you how good we could be together, and not just in the bedroom.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. I should tell him no. That we need to keep things to just the bedroom. But if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t know if that’s what I really want.
“One date. And nothing fancy or over the top,” I tell him, because that feels like a good compromise. I open my eyes to find him studying me.
“Counteroffer. One date with the potential for more.”
I contemplate his suggestion for a few beats.
“Fine. We’ll play it by ear, but nothing is guaranteed.”
“Deal. Now lie down and cuddle me.”
I snuggle against him. That’s the last thing I remember before I drift off to sleep.