Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
WESLEY
I’m fucked.
Completely, irrevocably fucked.
Sadie stands in the center of her room—completely and devastatingly bare—while I force myself to act like it’s nothing.
Pretending the honey-warm light on her skin isn’t undoing me, that I’m not coming apart at the seams over the soft dip of her waist and faint tan lines.
Pretending my cock isn’t aching, straining against my sweatpants.
Every throb is a punishing reminder that I have no right to want her this deeply.
My pulse hammers like it’s trying to shatter through my ribs.
I’m losing my goddamn mind.
While I would thoroughly enjoy making her moan my name and come on my tongue again, I need to remember that’s not part of the plan.
Restraint. Control.
I won’t survive the rest of summer if I give into the temptation and cave every time I see her.
Feigning nonchalance, I clear my throat, adjust myself to hopefully make it less obvious, and continue to scroll aimlessly on my phone.
I am not affected. I’ve seen a naked girl before. I am not—
Then two things happen at once: I make the fatal mistake of glancing up from my phone at the same time Sadie bends over, sliding lacy black panties up her thighs.
I don’t remember moving. One second I’m on the bed, and the next I’m in front of her, my hand threading into her hair, guiding her up to me.
My mouth crashes into hers, desperate, unthinking.
She gasps against my lips, a tiny sound that lights me up, and then she’s pulling me closer by my shirt like she can’t stand the space between us.
All sense of control evaporates. If I’m being honest, I never stood a chance.
I’ve never had this problem with anyone. Not in high school, not with the girls who’ve thrown themselves at me.
Nothing prepared me for this.
She’s not just irresistible—she’s a fucking force of nature.
Her kiss is wildfire, consuming everything in its path. No hesitation, no restraint. Just raw, scorching need—unfiltered and dangerous.
And I’m lost to it.
For half a second, I hesitate. We never talked about lines, what she wants, how far to push. But then she arches into me, pulling me even closer, whispering with every touch that she wants this too.
Her mouth is addictive, her tongue brushing mine with a tenderness that guts me. Every kiss says stay, every breathless sigh says don’t stop, and I have no choice but to obey.
Pressure builds, relentless and cruel, every twitch of my cock pulling me closer to the edge. I should’ve taken care of it, eased the tension in the shower—but I knew, deep down, nothing could ever compare to her.
Her touch pulls me under, a current I don’t want to fight, and every nerve in me ignites in response.
Even if we had a lifetime, it wouldn’t be enough. After tasting her, I want all of her, every inch, every sigh, every heartbeat.
She sparks something deep inside me and I’d burn for her forever if she asked me to.
Her fingertips skim down my torso, trailing until she’s palming me through my sweats.
I choke on a groan and she giggles—sweet, breathless—and the sound only makes me harder. I tilt her chin up to look at me.
“Can’t say I’ve ever had a girl giggle while grabbing my cock.”
Her lips glisten as she licks them, then she slowly sinks to her knees.
Naked. Kneeling. Looking up at me with parted lips and her big green eyes. I can’t breathe. She’s every wet dream I’ve ever had come true.
My vision tunnels. I never want anyone else to see her like this. Not Lane. Not another fucking soul.
“Don’t talk about other girls when you’re with me like this,” she breathes.
I swallow hard, pulse hammering. “I just meant—it’s not exactly a compliment.”
Her fingers find my waistband, and in one smooth motion, my pants hit the floor with a soft thud. I quickly tear off my shirt.
She strokes me through my boxer briefs, slow, tentative, like she’s tracing every line, every curve, memorizing me inch by inch.
Every brush of her hand sends tremors through me, a coil tightening behind my ribs, and I can barely breathe through the hunger building in me.
“Aw, do you need me to say you have a big dick, Wesley?” Her voice is teasing, but there’s something in the tilt of her lips, the way her eyes flick to mine, that makes my chest surge.
Then her hand dips into my underwear, tugging them down, and she freezes for a fraction of a second, lips parted. That look alone sends a jolt through me. My cock pulses at the reaction, and I know she has no idea how implicitly she owns me already.
“I think you just did,” I rasp, tilting her chin so she has to look at me.
The sight of her like this rips something feral out of me. Her hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly, teasing—and the sound that claws up my throat is humiliatingly desperate.
My grip slips from her jaw, dragging up the back of her head until my fingers bury in her hair.
I’m panting from a hand job like a fucking teenager, every nerve wired too tight.
I know I won’t last, not with her like this, not with her eyes locked on mine.
The ache to touch her, to claim every inch of her, nearly undoes me.
She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, shifting restlessly on her knees, like she can’t be still under the weight of this moment. We’re both watching her hand work over me, every stroke blurring the line between torment and bliss.
Her gaze flicks up, voice breaking softly against the tension between us.
“Can I?” she whispers. “Please?”
Every ounce of air leaves me. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, asking if she can take me in her mouth.
“Yeah, Sadie, baby.” I nod, voice rough.
Because there is no universe where I could deny her.
Her tongue grazes the tip, then she takes me in—hesitant at first, then bolder when I groan.
“Fuck,” I choke. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
My hands sink into her hair, careful, guiding but never forcing. She hums around me, the vibration ricocheting through my entire body, blurring the edges of my vision.
Her mouth is heaven and damnation in the same breath—sucking, teasing, unraveling me until I’m nothing but pure, relentless need.
Her wet hair twists tight in my grip, every muscle straining as I fight the savage urge to take, to drive myself down her throat and fuck her mouth raw—but she moans around me, greedy, like she craves every second, like she was made for this.
For me.
I’m wrecked. Completely, irredeemably wrecked.
My grip tightens until my knuckles ache, helpless while her tongue circles me with slow, aching reverence. Then she takes me deeper, drawing broken curses from my throat. I’ve never known pleasure like this, so intense. Never felt so seen, so wanted.
Control slips through my fingers, unraveling to reveal my corruption.
No one else will ever see her like this. No one else will ever know what it is to be devoured by her.
She’ll be the end of me, and I’ll thank her for giving me the honor.
Somehow, we slip out of the house and into my truck without my dad catching us.
The night air chills against my burning skin, grounding me for the first time in an hour.
My pulse is still wild, my body still buzzing from the best blowjob of my life. Truly un-fucking-believable.
I still don’t know how I convinced her to stay behind with me, but even if that’s as far as she wants to go tonight, it was worth it. But I’m still going to sneak into her room tonight to properly show my appreciation.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks, buckling in.
“I could,” I say, grinning. “But then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
She rolls her eyes. “At least give me a hint.”
Pretending to mull it over, I tilt my head side to side. “It’s somewhere…special.”
“What kind of hint is that?”
I shrug. “You asked for a hint. That’s your hint.”
“That’s not fair.”
I steal a glance at her—arms crossed, staring hard out the window, lips pouty in a way that makes my chest ache.
Makes me want to slam on the brakes, haul her into my lap, and crush my mouth to hers until she’s breathless, trembling, stripped of every reason she has to stay mad at me, and the only thing she can think about is me and what I do to her.
Instead, I veer down the narrow, overgrown path swallowed by wildflowers. At first glance, it seems like a dead end—like it’s a secret pocket made just for pulling her close and giving in before I lose my fucking mind.
“We’re here,” I announce, shifting the truck into park and turning off the engine.
Sadie quickly looks around before facing me. “I’m confused. You’ve already taken me here.”
“Have I?” I ask, feigning confusion. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says, voice clipped.
“Hm, I guess you can just stay here then.” I shrug before hopping out. “You know, since you’ve seen it already.”
Shutting the door, I turn and start down a smaller footpath off to the side. Her muffled curse makes me laugh when she slams the passenger door and hurries after me down the hidden trail. I slow down my pace, letting her catch up.
We walk together, side by side, in near silence. A distant hoot of an owl and the thump of our feet on the ground fill the empty space.
The walk takes less than a minute before we come to the clearing. I stop, holding my arm out in front of me and gesturing for her to go ahead.
She pauses, eyeing me hesitantly. “Is this the part where you lead me out in the middle of nowhere so nobody can hear my screams for help as I’m brutally murdered?”
“Jesus Christ.” I gape at her, raising my eyebrows. “If you were worried about me being a murderer, why would you agree to come with me, in secret, to an undisclosed location?”
She twists her mouth to the side. “Clearly, my survival skills are nonexistent.”
“Clearly.”
She huffs, shimmying past me and walking into the clearing.