Chapter 19 Shannon
Shannon
“Fuck it.” His words are rough, hitting me low and deep, just like that my body slams against his.
His hands cradle the back of my head, he pulls the tie loose from my hair until it falls over my shoulders, sinking his long fingers into my soft curls.
Wesley tugs my head back, exposing the curve of my throat.
His lips trace delicate kisses from the base of my neck to the edge of my jawline, each one slow with purpose until his mouth hovers over mine.
The heat of his breath ghosts across my face.
“Christ, you smell good.” His words hum against my lips.
“Wesley.” His name falls out in a soft whimper.
It’s all the permission he needs. He captures my lips in a raw kiss, urgent and long overdue, one we’ve been skirting around since I first set foot in his house last night.
My lips part willingly, his tongue slides in to meet mine, tasting, coaxing the heat of my mouth as our heads tilt in sync.
I grind down hard and slow, hips shifting with purpose over the thick, rigid length straining behind soft worn denim.
The friction teases my clit just right, making me moan low and deep into his mouth.
I suck his tongue deep, and just like that, whatever little restraint he was clinging on to, goes to shit.
A feral growl rips from the back of his throat.
God, I ache for this man. I’m wet for this man.
It’s carnal.
It’s wild.
And everything I’ve been wanting.
I don’t fight it. I revel in it.
And God help me, I bloody love it.
“Do that again,” he growls against my parted lips.
I don’t hesitate, sucking him back into my mouth, wet and eager, before tugging the base of his lip between my teeth.
I chase my release again and again, riding us both to the very edge with every roll of my hips.
He thrusts up hard, hips slamming into me, almost bucking me off.
Wesley’s voice strains, begging me not to stop.
“Use me, Shannon.” He shudders between broken moans.
“Rub yourself over me.” And I do, so desperately, shamelessly losing myself in the feel of him.
My panties soaked, wetness pooling between my thighs, and I don’t even care.
His mouth finds mine again, in a kiss full of hunger and need.
His stubble grazes against my skin as he battles with his own release, trying to hold on.
This has to be one of the most unhinged, unrestrained kisses I’ve ever had. Our breaths turn to moans, each one caught and swallowed between parted lips. We can’t get enough of each other.
It’s hot. Messy. Raw
Everything that’s been simmering between us boils over.
Wesley shifts beneath me, body tensed and trembling, a low guttural grunt falls past his lips.
“Fuck,” he groans as he comes apart under me. “Now look what you’ve made me do,” Wesley mutters, cheeks flushed, as I glance down at the small wet patch soaked through his jeans. Clear evidence of just how much we both lost control.
He came hard, but he’s not the only one.
“That makes two of us,” I say. “Only I’m not sorry.”
That’s all he needs. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me down into another kiss, deep, tender. Then just like that, he flips us over, rolling his body on top of me, his weight settles against me, solid and warm, exactly how I’d imagined he’d feel. It feels glorious.
He brushes a strand of my hair from my face, his lips curling into the softest smile.
“You’re incredible, Shannon Newton.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I can’t believe I just came in my fucking jeans.” He might find it embarrassing, but I don’t. In fact, I find it a turn on.
The sound of rustling has us both freezing, doing our best to stay hidden.
It’s getting closer, the familiar snorts, sniffs, and the thud of paws against the ground.
A moment later, Wesley’s hair is drenched in slobber from the wet snout sniffing his head.
I turn my neck to the side, still caged beneath him.
“Hey, you,” I whisper, as the dog’s tail starts wagging with crazy excitement.
“Shit, you know the owner won’t be far behind,” Wesley whispers, burying his head further into the crook of my neck. The dog sits, lifting his paw and still wagging his tail like he’s found his prize.
“Winny?” a man’s voice calls out, followed by a whistle. Winny doesn’t move as his owner’s footsteps come closer to us.
“Winston, what are you…?” he says again but stops, hiding the rest of his words behind a cough. Wesley’s still lying on top of me, and there’s no way he won’t see us.
“Oh.” He coughs again. “You shouldn’t be doing that there, you’ll get ticks.” The man leans over to pull his dog away, but he doesn’t walk away and instead continues to have a conversation about ticks.
“I got a tick once,” he says, resting his arm on his walking stick.
“It took the wife ages to get it out, little sucker buried himself in my leg sucking me off.” I try to hide my laugh around a snort, because seriously, ‘sucking me off’ is not what I expected him to say.
Wesley lifts his hand to cover my mouth. He turns his head to face the man.
“My girlfriend is afraid of dogs, that’s why I’m… erm on top of her.” Girlfriend? Since when did I agree to that? Since when did he ask me… also since when did I not like dogs? I absolutely love dogs; in fact, I favour dogs over some people.
“Ah, I see, I thought you were getting a bit of rough and tumble.” He tips his hat and continues to walk away with Winston in tow. We wait until he’s out of sight before falling into fits of laughter.
“You should know I love dogs,” I say.
Wesley kisses my head. “Come on, we don’t want to get sucked off by ticks.” He snorts as he stands up and reaches for my hand.
Today’s been a great day. I’ve enjoyed spending it with him and it isn’t over yet.