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THEA
Wesley and I sit in silence, watching, yet not watching, the movie on the screen. His finger does laps over my thigh. It’s an aimless gesture. Maybe it even comforts him. At first, it soothes me as well, although it isn’t long before my skin begins to tingle and heat at his touch.
I trace my fingers over his chest, admiring the hard muscles beneath his cotton shirt. The idea of testing that theory is looking really appealing.
Running my hand to just below the collar of his shirt, I curl my fingers so that only my nails touch the fabric. Then, I drag them down. Not too hard, but enough to see if I’m right—if Wesley enjoys being clawed.
My eyes flick up to study his reaction.
He sucks in a breath, although it doesn’t seem like he’s in pain. So I dig in a little deeper and his head falls back. Fuck, this is hot. Then I feel his nails pushing into my thigh. I’m not sure if it’s a reaction to what I’m doing or if he’s trying to show me he’ll do it back.
There’s only one way to find out. Thea gets what she wants.
I yank the blanket from our laps and swing my leg over, so I’m straddling him. His head jolts up to look at me. Wesley’s surprised at first, his jaw slack and his lids heavy with desire. But then his jaw flexes and he’s grabbing my ass, pulling me deeper into him.
The bulge in his pants presses into me. Thank God I’m wearing these thin yoga shorts. I want to feel everything.
“Damn it, Thea.” His eyes roll back as I rock my hips into him, sliding my pussy over his hard cock. Despite the thinness of my clothes, there’s still too much fabric. The need for there to be nothing between us wars with my desire to savor this.
He’s been far too reserved for my liking, like Damian. I need to nudge Wes in the right direction. Damian…well he’s a different story. He needs to be in control, or at least think he is, so I’ll have to convince him another way.
I lower my mouth to his neck and let the very tip of my tongue run up the center of it, over his Adam’s apple, only stopping just below his chin. His head rolls to the side, giving me access to his angular jaw. I kiss along it. Each peck makes his hands grip my ass tighter. The feel of his fingers pushing hard into me makes me gasp.
My mouth finds the shell of his ear, my tongue darts out and traces along it, making him shiver. I nip softly at the tender skin. Wesley’s arms release and wrap around my back until his hands are on my shoulders, pulling me down harder onto this cock.
Something comes over me, the feel of power at knowing that I have these four men so fucking horny for me all the time ignites my confidence. “How much do you want this, Wes?” I breathe into his ear.
He gives me a moan in response. Not good enough. I run my hands over the nape of his neck and into his messy hair until I can grip it. I push his head up so that he’s forced to look me in the eye. “How much do you want this?” I repeat louder and more insistently.
“So damn much, blue eyes,” he answers. I let go of his hair and drop my lips to his neck, licking a circle before I bite down gently right over his pulse.
Wesley’s hands tighten on my shoulders and he bucks his hips upwards, right into my pussy. Oh yes, he likes being marked up. Something about that knowledge has me wondering how far I can take it. I bite down a little harder and he groans out, “Yes”.
I can’t help smiling against his skin.
My hand slips between us and I find his erection easily in the gray sweats he’s wearing. He’s so thick, I almost moan from gripping him. I stroke him a few times through the material, but I’m desperate to get these clothes off.
He has other ideas.
Mid-stroke, Wes’ hand glides over the back of my head. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls. It stings, although somehow also feels good. He’s telling me it’s his turn to take control. I let him. Releasing his cock, I cup his face and stare into those beautiful brown eyes as we pant from the building tension.
I know I could come like this, rubbing myself over him, even through the material. The thought turns me on more and I’m so wet I swear I must be soaking through my shorts.
Wesley returns the favor from earlier, kissing along my jaw and ear, before landing on my neck. I feel his teeth graze over the sensitive skin.
It’s his turn to test me.
He bites down softly at first and it sends a rush of heat right to where I’m rocking against him. His teeth clamp down harder and I cry out. He immediately releases me.
“No,” I whimper. “Don’t stop.” Wes searches my face, looking for a lie. “Keep going,” I command, letting him know with my tone that I’m not deceiving him.
His mouth returns to where he was biting, but he kisses me instead. I’m about to say something until he moves to where my shoulder and neck meet. Wesley sinks his teeth in, much harder this time. I know it’s going to leave a mark tomorrow.
The thought heightens my arousal, if that’s even possible.
Suddenly, he’s pulling me away and throwing me down on the couch. The surprise of it disorients me, however, it’s only momentarily. Before I can ask what he’s doing, already missing the feel of his cock between my legs, he’s yanking off my shorts and tossing them over the couch. He leaves my panties on, though.
I have the faint feeling of wanting to cover myself. I’m not sure why—maybe it’s the wild look in his eyes or maybe it’s because we’re in the theater room where anyone could walk in.
“Let’s go to your room,” I say breathlessly. “Someone might see us.”
His teeth pull over his bottom lip as if the idea of being caught turns him on. A flash of familiarity comes over me. Cole with his hand up my dress in the kitchen. The risk of being caught made what we were doing more exciting.
“Let them watch, blue eyes. I don’t mind putting on a show.”
With that, Wesley nudges my thighs apart. Heat flashes in his eyes as he takes in the sight of me in my white lace panties. He takes my leg in his hand, propping my foot on his chest.
Starting at the top, he kisses the sensitive skin of my foot. It sends little electric shivers down my leg. Then, he’s sliding my leg over his shoulder and his mouth teases my calf.
He’s in no rush.
His fingers make circles just behind my knee. The combination of the heat of his mouth with his hands has me arching my back. I need more. I need this every day for the rest of my life.
He’s finally at my thigh and flat on his stomach, looking into my eyes as he clamps down on the soft inner skin. My head falls back. It’s all so intense. He alternates between sucking, then biting, sucking, then biting harder. I don’t know how long it goes on, but I’m panting, barely able to speak.
“Wes, I can’t…I can’t...” The words won’t form. I don’t even know what I want to say. I only know that my body’s impatient.
“You can and you will,” he responds, his lips moving against my skin. “My marks will be all over you when I’m done. There will be no mistaking that you’re mine. And no one outside of this house will touch you. If they do, I’ll leave my marks on them too, but they won’t be as pretty as this.”
His mouth leaves me, replaced by his fingers tracing over the aching spot. I lift my head and look down at him. Even in the darkness, I see my skin is red and imprinted with his teeth marks—blue and purple will follow. I wish I could permanently keep the deep indents—a reminder of how mutually feral we are for each other.
Wesley’s violent promise to hurt anyone who touches me sends a rush of excitement through me. It shouldn’t. The logical part of me knows that. I should be horrified. However, I’m not, not even a little.
Wes’ hands slip beneath my thighs and over my ass, stopping only when he gets to my hips. Digging his thumbs in, he yanks me down to him until his mouth is hovering over my pussy. His warm breath tickles me even through the fabric of my panties.
I prop myself up on my elbows. His eyes meet mine and his tongue wets his full lips. “Thea, once I start feasting on you, I won’t stop until you’re coming in my mouth and shaking uncontrollably. Do you understand? I won’t stop.” His brows drop in seriousness.
I nod timidly. It’s all the permission he needs.
Wesley’s face drops and he’s running his nose down the center of me before coming back up with his tongue flat against me. The fabric mutes the full sensation, but it’s enough of a tease that I’m pushing my pussy into his face, needing more.
“So eager for me, aren’t you, blue eyes? And so fucking wet.” I feel his fingers now. “Your panties are soaked,” he growls. “Are you needy for me, Thea?”
“Please, Wes.” I can’t take the teasing, it’s too much. He laughs against me, the vibration making me moan loudly. He finally relents. Hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties, he pulls them down.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Wesley’s on his knees, slipping my feet through the fabric, tossing them somewhere near the shorts he discarded earlier.
He doesn’t come back to me right away. Instead, he stares down at my pussy like he’s admiring it. I’ve never had a man look at me this way. Usually, they’re too busy trying to shove their dick in so they can get off.
Wesley’s appreciation makes my pulse speed up and my skin heat.
As much as I love seeing how he’s looking at me, I need his mouth. Now.
I reach up and pull on his shirt so that he comes back down to me. He wastes no time. Wes runs his tongue over the length of me, taking his time to savor my taste. He circles me, over and over, making me writhe in agonizing pleasure. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I gasp and push deeper into him. “Oh fuck. Fuck…Wes,” I chant. The pressure builds quickly.
His hand grips my thigh, fingers digging in, forcing my leg to stay open. With his other hand, he’s circling my entrance with a finger. He dips in a little, testing to see how easily I can take it.
I’ve fucked Cole recently, so I’m not nearly as tight as I was after my year of abstinence. He’s easily able to slide his finger in. While his tongue laps and sucks my clit, he pumps in and out of me. Then, he adds a second finger. He gets more resistance this time, although it isn’t long before he’s coated in my wetness and picking up the rhythm.
My skin feels like it’s on fire and my muscles are tensing as I come close to the edge. “Yes, I’m almost there,” I encourage. Wesley listens. He keeps his pace the same, waiting for me to fall into oblivion.
And it hits me in a burst of intense waves.
Wesley pulls his fingers out quickly, replacing them with his mouth. His tongue pushes inside of me, eager to taste the fruits of his labor. He doesn’t stop until my body is limp and my breathing is ragged.
When he pulls away, I prop myself up again and find his satisfied grin glistening with my come. And fuck me, it’s so sexy.
He gets to his knees. Instantly, I notice his cock pushing against his sweats. I don’t know if I want to fuck him or suck him off. Either way, I reach for him, but he pulls away. “What’s wrong?” I ask. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt my ego.
“Nothing, blue eyes. I...” Wes runs his hand through his hair, conflicted about something. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? “I don’t understand,” I say instead. I close my legs, feeling self-conscious suddenly.
He sinks down onto the couch. “The things I like. The things I want to do. I don’t want to hurt you.” I tested him to see if my theory was right. He was testing me, too. To see if I could handle what he wants? Did I fail?
“You’re hurting me right now, Wesley.” I whisper the words, hating that I’m even uttering them at all. A minute ago, I was having one of the best orgasms of my life. Now I feel like I’m being tossed aside.
Wesley reaches out, but I pull away, needing to shield my heart. He doesn’t allow it. His hands grip my arms and he drags me into his lap. The feel of his erection is a painful reminder that this won’t go any farther tonight. He wraps his arms around me and buries his face into my neck.
“This isn’t about you, Thea. This is about me and wanting to protect you.”
I’m rigid in his arms. “You don’t have to protect me from yourself. I trust you.”
He sighs into my neck. “I know you do.”
Pulling away, he grips my chin, making me look him in the eyes. “I’m not saying never. I’m saying not tonight.”
I know I should believe him. I should respect that he wants to take this slow, but when that all-consuming desire to have him completely is denied, it’s hard not to feel upset.
We sit there for a while, silently. My frustration slips away into exhaustion at some point and Wesley settles us into the couch, throwing the blanket over us.
I fall asleep quickly, though not restfully. His words rattle around in my head all night long. “I’m not saying never. I’m saying not tonight.”
WESLEY
Her soft snores are adorable. She fought off sleep for a while, but eventually gave in. Now, she’s cuddled up against my chest and as much as I want to sleep, all I can do is stare at her. I don’t want to feel this way. It’s terrifying. Although I can’t help it.
The familiar feeling of attraction shifting to something deeper is setting in. It’s happening so quickly, I almost didn’t recognize it.
As soon as I started letting my walls down, she rushed right in and claimed what I’ve been protecting for years. I can’t tell her this, not yet. I barely want to admit it myself.
The ache from hurting her tonight is growing. That look in her eyes when I wouldn’t have sex with her nearly killed me. I want to. I don’t think there’s anything I want more. But, I have specific desires that I’m afraid will scare her away.
Logically, I know I should tell her upfront. It’ll hurt less if I explain it to her now and she can’t handle it. If I let this feeling continue to grow, her leaving will throw me into a tailspin. I’m not sure it won’t now.
Thea shifts, getting more comfortable. Each time she does, my cock angrily screams at me for not fucking her senseless. I can’t even get up to rub one out.
The scent of her all over my face isn’t helping. She tasted so good. I can’t wait to see my marks on her tomorrow. There aren’t nearly enough, but it’ll do…for now.
She surprised me tonight. First by taking charge, then by scratching and biting me. And I could tell she didn’t do it to please me. Thea liked it. More than that, it turned her on. Maybe I’m underestimating her. She could have it in her. Hope swells in my chest at the thought—I push it back down. It doesn’t matter, at least not right now.
It’s Sutton’s turn. Technically, I shouldn’t have been between her legs tonight. It was my brother’s idea. That’s what I love about Sutton—he’s all for Thea’s pleasure, no matter what. And today he must have sensed that she needed what I had to offer.
Sutton’s always been the giver and the peacemaker. Damian is the hot-headed leader. Cole…well Cole’s changed a lot.
In school, he flew under the radar. He never did exceptionally good or bad, so teachers never paid much attention to him. That led to a whole set of problems that Damian, Sutton, and I had to deal with. We took it upon ourselves to keep him in line and it worked…for a while.
After culinary school, he felt lost. He’d taken out thousands in loans to pay for his training and working for a local bakery frustrated him to no end. That led to some fucking stupid decisions, ones that we’re all still paying for, some of us more than others. The consequences were enough to straighten him out and give him some direction. Damian invested in Cole’s bakery—the rest is history. So now, Cole’s the reliable one. We can always count on him being there whenever we need him.
I settle into the couch, getting comfortable. Kissing my beautiful blue eyes on the head, I close my eyes. It’s too quiet and my thoughts begin to taunt me. She’s just like Victoria. She’ll leave. They always leave you. I don’t want to believe them, but what if they’re right?