27. Wes
Chapter twenty-seven
Wes
I spent most of the ride home with sweaty palms, not because it was hot out, but because I was anxious that today wasn’t enough.
That my picnic and hike date was too lame.
She said she enjoyed herself, but would she have rather done something else?
Maybe I should have asked her what she wanted to do instead of guessing.
I close my eyes, trying to calm the chaos in my brain. Hadley would have told you if she wasn’t having a good time.
“I think I’m gonna go shower,” I say once we’re inside the apartment. I need a few minutes alone to gather myself and stop the anxiety spiral I’m on. “Want to watch a movie later?”
“A movie sounds good. I probably should shower too.”
I nod and head into my bedroom without a backward glance.
Alone in my room, it hits me—was she expecting me to invite her to shower with me?
Shit. Are we at that stage in our relationship?
Are we even in a relationship? Why am I so good at helping the guys with their relationships and giving them advice, but with my own, I’m failing miserably?
I run my hands through my hair, tugging on the ends, my gaze darting to the door.
Do I go out there and ask her if she wants to join me in the shower? Probably missed that opportunity. Fuck. I hope I didn’t screw things up. I inhale deeply. It’s fine. Everything’s going to be fine.
“I should talk to her,” I mumble as I strip out of my dirty clothes. “I should stop assuming and ask.” It’s that simple, right?
I hurry through my shower, dry off, and put clothes on, and after what feels like forever but is probably only ten minutes, I’m making my way into the living room, expecting to find Hadley on the couch. But she isn’t there. Before I can call her name, I hear a clatter of dishes.
“What are you—” My voice catches in my throat as I step into the kitchen.
She’s standing in front of the microwave, which has popcorn popping inside it, wearing a Storm shirt with my name and number on it and no shorts. Guess that’s my answer about whether she had fun on our date or not.
“Hadley Jane.” I stalk into the kitchen and lean against the counter. “What are you doing?”
She peers at me over her shoulder. “Making popcorn. We’re watching a movie. We need a snack.”
She looks like the perfect snack to me.
“Do you know what it does to me seeing you wearing a shirt with my name on it? And no pants?” I rub my hands together, taking her in.
She steps over to me. “It looked comfortable. And pants are overrated.”
“It’s sexy as fuck on you,” I grind out, balling my fists at my side.
She raises her hands above her head in a stretch, and her shirt rides up. Pretty sure she did that on purpose.
“You’re missing underwear though,” I rasp, running a hand over my jaw.
“I was searching for my phone charger in my nightstand, and I saw my vibrator, which led me to thinking about last night, which led me to having wet panties, so I took them off.”
Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. Because now I’m thinking about last night too. Her gaze drops to my dick, which I know is now standing at attention. Before I can say anything else, the popcorn finishes popping, and she spins around and opens the microwave door before it can burn.
I step up behind her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me, and whisper in her ear, “I can think of something else to do that’s more fun than watching a movie.” I feather kisses along her neck and reach around her and cup one of her breasts.
She grinds back against me. “What did you have in mind?” she asks breathlessly.
“I’ll give you a hint. It involves a bed and less clothes.” I move my hand from her breast and trail a finger down her chest to the bottom of her shirt, where I play with the hem.
“Mmmm, that sounds fun,” she grinds out, taking my hand and guiding it to where she wants it.
I hiss when I make contact with her sopping wet center. “Is this all for me, tornado?”
“Only you.” She turns so we’re face-to-face. “Just. For. You.” A shiver racks her body as I stroke her clit. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this feral for a man.”
I chuckle. “Only you could make a sexy moment funny.”
I take my hand out from between her legs before capturing her mouth with mine, spearing my hands through her hair, and turning her the way I want her.
She grips my shirt, pulling me closer. I thrust against her, and she moans.
I use that opportunity to dart my tongue into her mouth.
She meets me stroke for stroke as she rocks against my hard length.
I move my hands from her hair and grip her hips.
She tears her lips away from mine and tips her head back.
“So good. You make me feel so good.”
I kiss along the column of her neck, sucking and nibbling her exposed skin.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I rasp, lifting her up, and she does as I ask.
“Take me to your bed, and make me come,” she whines.
“So needy.” But I’m already moving in that direction.
“Only for you.”
How do I tell her what it feels like to hear her say that? To feel like maybe I’ve finally found my someone, which is crazy because we’ve gone on one date. Two if you count the fake date for the Storm.
We’ve been friendly-ish for a few years, but we don’t know each other on a deeper level that well.
And we’ve lived together for a few weeks, but as roommates, not lovers.
On the surface, it seems as though we’re compatible.
But I don’t know. We haven’t even had our first fight, haven’t talked about what we want for our futures.
I know she wants to pursue photography as a career, but what else?
That thought gives me pause.
Are we rushing into things? Would we even work out long-term?
“Wes.” Her groan drags me out of my thoughts and back to the task at hand—making her come.
“Yes, tornado?” I ask, stepping into my room and tossing her gently on the bed.
She immediately sits up and pulls off her shirt, leaving her naked, and I can’t tear my gaze away from her.
“Think you can make me come more than the other night?” she asks with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
I yank my shirt off and push my shorts and boxers off. “I know I can.”
“Bet?”
I stalk closer to the bed. “Bet I can make you come four times tonight.” She hums in response, staring up at me. “What do I win if I can?” I ask before kissing her.
She nips at my bottom lip. “Me.”
Is she saying what I think she’s saying? I pull back to meet her eyes.
“Let me get this straight. Four orgasms, and you agree to what? Be my real fiancée? Girlfriend? Fuck buddy?”
I bounce my eyebrows at her, trying to play off how excited I am that we’re going to be something real and also hoping she doesn’t say wants us to stay as just fuck buddies.
Not that I don’t enjoy sex with her, because I do. I just want more. But if that’s all she’s willing to give me right now, I’ll take it. I’ll take her any way I can have her, and I don’t mean that in a sexual way. I mean, yes to the sex too. But not just the sex. I want her. All of her.
She giggles, patting me on the chest. “Let’s start with girlfriend and boyfriend, Weston Riley.”
I growl, grabbing her wrist and bringing her hand to my lips, nipping her fingers. “Not my middle name, Hadley Jane. But you got yourself a deal. Now lie down, and let me get to work.”
She giggles again, pulling her hand from mine. “Dang it, I should have said you had to tell me your middle name.” She crosses her arms. “A girlfriend should know her boyfriend’s full name.”
I throw my head back, laughing. How can I resist her? Especially when she’s naked on my bed, asking me to pleasure her.
“You drive a hard bargain, Hadley Jane, but yes, I’ll tell you my middle name too. Now lie down and spread your legs so I can earn my prize.”
She does, and I take a moment to appreciate the view. And it is quite the view. Hadley spread out naked on my bed, blonde hair fanned out around her, skin flushed, and hooded green eyes watching me. She is a vision, and I am one lucky man to get to be hers.
“What are you waiting for?” she goads. “Get to work.” She spreads her legs wider.
“Yes, ma’am.” I give her a mock salute before gently pulling her toward the end of the bed and kneeling on the ground, which puts me at eye level with her pussy. I lean forward and swipe my tongue through it.
She squeezes her thighs, holding me in place. As if I’d try to move.
I lick and suck, noting the things that make her clench her thighs tighter. Eventually, I pull back, meeting her eyes.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she husks out.
“Nowhere.”
I slide a finger into her then pull it out and thrust it back in, watching as her eyes roll to the back of her head. I lean forward and suck on her clit. Her thighs begin to shake around me, and I know she’s close. I add a second finger, and she gasps.
“Just like that. Yesss,” she yells as her orgasm rolls through her.
I keep sliding my fingers in and out of her as her hips meet my hand stroke for stroke.
“It’s too much,” she gasps.
I pull my mouth away from her. “Your body tells me otherwise. Let go, and come for me again, tornado. I know you want to.”
I seal my lips around her clit, nipping at the sensitive bud, and that’s all it takes for her to come again with a garbled yell.
“Two.” I smirk, pulling my fingers out of her and standing up.
She sighs, a contented, happy sound that makes my heart soar. I love knowing that I made her feel that way. I grip my cock and give it a few strokes as I peer down at her.
“What are you waiting for? You’ve still got two more to go. I don’t have all night.”
There she is.
I shake my head, pinching her nipples, and she lets out a low moan.
“Did that make you wetter for me? Does my dirty girl enjoy having her nipples pinched?”
“She does,” she whispers.
I grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it on, stroking myself a few times.
“On your knees.”
She scrambles to do as I say, and I bite down on my fist at the sight of Hadley Jane on her knees, dripping for me.
Gripping her hips, I pull her to the edge of the bed and line myself up. She pushes back against me, and I smack her ass.
“In a rush?”
She smirks at me over her shoulder. “I’m starting to think you won’t be able to deliver on those two other orgasms.”
I know she’s deliberately pushing my buttons, but that doesn’t stop me from lightly smacking her other ass cheek before smoothing it. “Behave. And let me have my way with your pussy.”
“Yes, please,” she breathes out as I line myself up and slide into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to me.
I pull out of her and slide back in a few times.
“More, Weston. Give me everything you’ve got.” She adjusts herself so the top half of her body is flush with the bed and her ass is in the air, giving me a better angle. She wiggles her ass at me, and I smack it again before rubbing the spot. She groans into the blanket.
My girl wants fucked, she gets fucked.
“As you wish.” I piston my hips, slamming into her. She grips the blankets, her knuckles turning white.
“I’m so close.”
I lean over her, reaching around and circling my thumb around her clit, pinching it slightly, and that’s all it takes for her to come again.
The familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine, and I know my own orgasm is close, but I told her four, and four is what I plan to give her.
I pull out of her pussy and flip her over so she’s lying on her back, her eyes half closed. I grab a pillow and slide it under her ass.
“I don’t think I’ve got anymore in me,” she whispers, putting her hand over her face.
“I think you do,” I tell her, sliding into her, the pillow allowing me to hit a better, deeper angle.
She gasps and I lean down to kiss her, nipping on her bottom lip, then soothing it with my tongue before pulling back slightly. Her pussy flutters around my cock.
“Eyes on me,” I demand.
She does, and I almost blow my load, but I stave it off, needing her to come. “Feel how far inside you I am. Feel how much of me you’re taking.”
I pull out of her and thrust all the way back in.
Her fingers trail down her body. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
I peer down at where we’re connected. “Touch yourself. I want to watch you play with your clit while I fill your pussy up.”
She does as I say, and I can’t stop watching her.
“I’m so close.”
“Me too,” she pants.
“Come for me, one more time.” I reach down and pinch her nipple, and that’s all it takes.
“I’m coming,” she screams.
Her pussy squeezes my cock so hard, pulling me over the edge, and I spill into the condom, my vision going black for a second.