Chapter 21 Wesley
Wesley
After dinner, we settle on the sofa. Shannon’s sprawled out at one end, her feet resting on my lap.
We fall into a comfortable silence as I massage her feet.
“Hmm, that feels nice,” she says, pointing her toes out.
I look over at her and smile, because she’s right, it does feel nice, my legs are stretched out with my feet on the coffee table.
“What happened?” she asks, and she lifts her head to look at my sockless feet. I know what she’s looking at. I have a flat big toe.
“I dropped a brick on it when I was younger.” I give it a little wiggle. “I was stupid and didn’t have my toe caps on.” This is why I’m always telling the lads to fix their laces, wear toe caps, I even provide them if they haven’t got any.
“I noticed when I came to your work, everyone was wearing hard hats, hi-vis and boots.”
I nod. “Yep, they get removed off-site if they’re not wearing protective gear.
” Shannon removes her feet and climbs off the sofa, her bare feet sink into the rug.
She’s wearing a pretty short, floaty skirt, dotted with flowers.
I can’t help but notice it’s sheer as she walks over towards the old recliner in the corner.
She stands in front of the lamp, the light reflecting through her skirt.
I turn my head away, hoping she doesn’t notice the shift in my position.
“How do I look?” Her voice catches my attention, facing her again, she’s wearing my safety hat, still standing in front of the fucking lamp, and giving me a glimpse of something pretty and possibly even sweet.
“It’s too big for your head.” I laugh, watching as it slips to one side, almost falling off her head.
There are so many moments when Shannon makes me smile and this is one of them.
She waves me off, not caring how it looks.
It’s refreshing, being with someone who doesn’t care if she forgot to put her designer sunglasses on, or a hair is out of place. Shannon’s beautiful as she is.
Even in my hat that’s clearly too big for her.
“Do these only come in three colours?” she asks, tapping the top of the hard plastic. Standing up, I walk over to join her, and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her body flush with mine. Desperate for her to feel what she does to me, although I think she already knows.
“You can have any colour you want.”
She looks up at me, smiling. “Even pink?”
I nod, dropping a kiss to her lips. “Yeah, even pink, sweetheart.” I make a mental note to get her, her own pink hard hat.
Shannon’s been flirty since we had dinner earlier, small touches, smiles and tender kisses.
I ask myself if it’s too soon to go further, but before I can test the water, she whispers my name, “Wesley?” She rests her palms on my chest, then slides them up and over my cheeks until her fingers tousle through my hair.
“Yeah?” I reply, enjoying the feeling of her body flushed against mine.
“Are you wearing anything under these?” She drops her hand and plucks the waistband of my joggers, my cock reacts, thickening.
“No,” I whisper, dropping my head to the crook of her neck, my tongue licks the sensitive part just under her ear, Shannon whimpers, pushing her body harder against mine, her soft, full curves grind against my hips.
“I think you need to take me to your room.” She looks up at me, stepping back slightly, searching my face for an answer.
My fingers slide from her waist to the side of her throat, my thumb traces along her jaw as I pull her back against me, tilting my head, guiding her mouth to meet mine.
Her lips part, my tongue slips between them, slow and deliberate.
Tasting her. The kiss grows frantic and needy.
My fingertips tug the band from her hair, watching as it tumbles over her shoulders and into her face.
“You’re beautiful, Shannon.” Her eyes sparkle with something lustful as I sink my fingers into the soft strands, sweeping it gently off her face. Something in me provokes me to twist it into my fist and pull her head back.
“Shit, Wesley.” I watch her throat move as she swallows.
I’ve never pulled a woman’s hair before, but it feels good, dirty, and rough.
“I… I like this side of you.” She blushes, shocked just as much as I am.
I take it as an invitation to explore more of this side.
My mouth lands back on hers, claiming her, it’s deep and messy.
She sucks my tongue between her lips, knowing exactly what it does to me when she does it.
Drives me fucking wild. Our breathing grows ragged as she starts to roll her hips over my knee, dragging her pussy up and down. Making me ache for more.
“I need you, Wesley,” she whimpers. “I want you to take control.” Her words send a jolt to my cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I grit out, trying to hold back, but I can’t.
Gripping her hand, I tug her down the hallway, then shove her against my bedroom door, my hands are everywhere, touching her, letting my fingers sink into her soft curves.
Kicking open the bedroom door, it smashes into the wall with a crash.
I back her towards the bed, still kissing those soft lips, my hands tangled deep in her hair, fingers threading through the thick silk strands.
Her legs bump against the edge of the mattress, and she smiles against my mouth.
Letting herself fall back, her hair fanning out as she lands, the floaty hem of her floral skirt lifting just enough to give me a glimpse of what’s underneath. She bounces softly against my sheets.
She looks perfect here, in my room, and on my bed.
I tower over her, watching her closely. Her chest rises and falls, her tits move with the rhythm.
My cock strains hard, heat surges through me, shooting straight to the tip. The only sounds between us are our heavy breaths and the creaking of the bed when she moves.
I admire her for as long as I can without touching, enjoying the view, my newfound confidence to be in control.
“Take your top off,” I tell her, doing my best to play the part. She wets her lips, fingers rustling over the fabric before lifting her arms to peel her T-shirt over her head.
I don’t look away. Can’t look away.
Just as I thought. “No bra?” I say, raising a brow, eyes fixed on her full, heavy tits and those perfectly peaked nipples.
The urge to suck them into my mouth and swirl my tongue over the tight buds has my palm rubbing over the swollen length of my cock, the rough fabric scratches against the sensitive head.
It’s a pleasure I didn’t think I’d enjoy.
“I thought you’d have figured that out by now…
” she teases, watching me, as my eyes track the movement of her fingers pinching a nipple.
She gives it a sharp tug, the peak instantly hard.
“I don’t like bras, Wesley.” She moans my name, still toying with her tits, clearly enjoying the show she’s putting on for me as much as I am.
I want to reach out, and run my calloused fingertips over those taught tips, but instead I lean closer, lifting her pretty skirt and holding it between the tips of my fingers.
“What are you wearing under this?” I let the soft, floaty fabric slip between them.
I want her to leave it on. The two-tiered chiffon, sheer fabric swishes over the tops of her thighs.
Earlier when she stood by my lamp in the living room, I could see the shape of her cunt.
I palm my cock again, hoping she can see how hard I am for her. She looks down, watching me.
“Do you want me to take my skirt off, Wesley?” she teases, opening and closing her legs, flashing me with quick snapshots of what’s underneath.
“Fuck, Shannon.” The words grit out. I want her so fucking bad… “No.” My voice low and deep. “You can leave it on.”
Stepping back, I let her watch as I push down my joggers, kicking them off to the corner of the room, my cock springs free. I already ditched my top.
My fist wraps around my hard length. I can’t stop touching myself like a voyeur watching his own private show.
I’ve always wondered what it would feel like… having someone watch me while I stroked myself. Maybe that’s why the first time Shannon saw me naked through the window, I didn’t move away.
I remember how good it felt to have her eyes on me, the feeling ignited something inside me. Heat licked my skin, wrapping me up in carnal urges. If it were anyone else looking at me, it wouldn’t have felt right.
But with her, I can be myself, we can explore our fantasies together.
“Jesus, who… who made you?” she gasps. I throw my head back laughing, enjoying the way it feels to be appreciated. She looks at me the same way I look at her. “I’m a very lucky lady, Mr Parker,” she purrs, but she’s wrong.
“I’m the lucky one, Shannon.” I shake my head. “See, you only have to look at me and smile,” I say. I need to stop rubbing my cock or I won’t last.
Grabbing a pillow from the bed, I place it on the floor next to the mattress, then drop to my knees. Reaching out I wrap my hand around her ankles and pull her closer to the edge of the bed, she squeals as her feet land either side of me, her skirt raised high just above her thighs.
Shannon props herself up on her elbows, watching me with a wicked glint in her eyes. Slowly, she pulls up her knees and bends them, before letting them fall apart.
My breath catches in the back of my throat as her soaked, pink pussy draws me in.
“It seems the feeling’s mutual,” she whispers
I ache to touch her.
Taste her.
And bury my cock deep inside her.
“Christ, your cunt’s pretty.”
Leaning over the bed, I bend forward and press slow kisses from her ankles, taking my time as my mouth descends between her inner thighs. Shannon lets out a breathy moan as my teeth bite into the soft cushiony flesh, her body responding to everything I do.
I love how full she is, how soft and delicious her curves feel under my rough hands. It’s been a long time since I’ve held something soft and beautiful and I have no intentions of ever letting it go.
Swallowing the saliva gathering in my mouth, I wet my lips, then look up at her, face flushed, eyes hooded, lips slightly parted.
My hair falls into my face when I dip my neck and press my nose to the top of her pussy, the short patch of dark hair tickles my skin, as I inhale deeply, drowning in the scent of her.
“Hmm.” The humming sounds drift around us, as I press an open-mouth kiss, sucking in more of her unique scent.
The musky taste of her, raw, rich, and pure Shannon, fills my lungs and soaks my beard.
“Christ.” I want to bottle that smell, slip it in my pocket then hold it to my nose like smelling salts.
“Please… Wesley,” she chokes out, withering under my mouth. Wrapping my hands around each of her shins, I push her bent legs back as far as I can, so her knees press against her tits. Fuck me, her wide hips fill out her arse, the position is a beautiful fucking sight.
“Jesus, Wesley.” She giggles but soon shuts up, when she feels the flat wet length of my tongue, lick her slow and firm from her tight arsehole right up to her soaked slit. She squeals at the invasion, probably shocked by how direct I am, but I don’t give a fuck.
When I said I wanted to taste her, I meant it.
I just hadn’t said where.
Truth is, I meant everywhere.
Every fucking hole.
Every fucking part of her.
My fucking eyes roll back.
“Wesley,” she cries out, my eyes land on hers, I smirk. “D-Did you just…”
I cut her off. “Yes.” And I’d do it over and over again.
Doesn’t she know it’s rude to talk when a man’s got his mouth full?
Burying my head again, I lick her, slow, with purpose, each stroke skimming over her entrance.
Brushing past her clit with my nose, I hold my head still, breathing her in hard, and greedily.
Feeling like a desperate man, starved of her sweet nectar.
“Fuck.” She tastes good, I shove my hand between my legs and wrap my fist around my cock giving a couple of firm tugs. Shannon’s feet press into the edge of the mattress as my tongue teases her clit.
“More…” she cries out, “Please, Wesley.”
Letting go of my cock, I fall for her pleas, pushing my face further into her, stiffening my tongue as I thrust it into her tight, wet cunt. Filthy thoughts swirl through my mind, each one darker and more desperate than the last. I hadn’t realised just how fucking dirty I was for her.
I don’t stop fucking her with my tongue, curling it, spreading her legs wider, pushing in deeper. My nose rubbing her clit.
Shannon shakes and withers, her fingers tight in my hair, tugging hard.
The harder she pulls, the more painful the sting, only fuels my relentless tongue to thrash.
I drag it back over her clit, switching between circling, and gentle sucks and lashing swipes.
Desperate to feel her fall apart.
I have no intention of stopping until she comes over my face.
“Holy shit, Wesley.” Shannon moans again, bucking her hips in perfect rhythm with my tongue.
“That’s it, sweetheart… grind my fucking face.”
She whines, her voice catching, choking on her words as she begs for more. “D-Don’t… stop.” So breathless, so fucking noisy, so messy.
“You taste so good,” I groan. Lick. “So good, baby.” Suck.
I slide a finger inside her, twisting and curling it while my tongue laps at her clit. Her inner walls gripping me tight.
“I’m… so close,” she whimpers, her voice ragged and breathless.
Adding a second finger, I pump her faster. Her hand falls from my scalp as her body shudders.
Utterly perfect.
My beard’s soaked, my tongue aches but I could die like this.
I work her harder, tongue licking, lips sucking, slipping out my fingers and teasing her clit with just the right amount of pressure
“Yesss,” she breathes. “Oh, God, Wesley… please, right there.” Her voice cracks with desperation.
Hips bucking, my balls draw up tight. I’m gonna come, I know it.
I lift my head and balance one knee on the edge of the bed, my finger still working over her clit, slick and swollen.
I fist my cock from root to tip, precum beads at the head, we’re both panting, both close to the edge, hanging by a thread.
Until she falls apart, withering, shaking, toes curling, my cock swollen, purple and ready.
A gruff loud moan tears out of me, and I shoot my fucking load.
Ropes of cum ribbon and paint her creamy skin, her stomach, and tits.
She looks like a work of art. I fall on top of her, both spent.
We kiss lazily, not giving a fuck how messy it is, how sticky our bodies are.
I already realised I was a goner for this woman.
But I just had to do it, didn’t I? One fucking taste and I’m hooked.