Chapter 7
Pierce
I’ve never been in a position like this before. Never had to apologize or beg for forgiveness. I plan everything to the point where I avoid doing the wrong thing. Fuck knows I didn’t plan this.
When I came to apologize, I came here for just that, but when I saw Wesley standing there, naked, all I could think about was having him again.
There’s a small glint in Wesley’s eyes, and I can only imagine what he’s thinking.
“Maybe you should make it up to me,” Wesley says, shrugging.
A small smirk on his lips tells me what he’s thinking about. I walk over to him, face him, and place my hands on either side of his hips on the bed. I lean forward, and his breath hitches as I run my lips over his ear.
“You want me to make it up to you?” Wesley gasps when I lick the shell of his ear.
The tension in the room is thick with lust. A shift from the nervous energy of before.
I kneel down before him, undo the strings of his sweatpants, and drag them down his legs. He’s commando, so his cock springs free, slapping against his belly.
My hand tingles as I wrap it around his shaft. Despite only touching it only yesterday, I feel like I’m starving for it. I stroke up and down his length as Wesley breathes out a long breath and leans his head back.
With his hands in my hair, he brings me closer to his cock, and I stick out my tongue, licking up the side of it. Wesley hisses, and I do it again.
“Fuck me,” he moans, watching me through hooded eyes.
When I lick up his cock again, I suck on the tip, causing his hips to flex up and send more of him into my mouth. I suck his cock while my hand strokes the rest. Wesley sets the pace, and I follow him, bobbing up and down, then reaching down to cup his balls.
“Jesus…” he hisses through his teeth.
His abs tighten, his thighs flex, and his breath comes out shorter and quicker as he gets closer.
Wesley seems to get more confident because he’s now shoving me down, pushing most of his cock into my mouth, and I let him. Shivering when I feel the head of his dick bump against the back of my throat. We both groan.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come,” Wesley says, then pulls me off him.
“If you were going to come, why did you stop?” I ask, confused.
His eyes darken, and he stands up, letting me feel the full effect of his dominance over me at that moment.
Is this what it feels like when I do it to him?
“Because I want you to come inside me,” he says.
I swallow. “Are you sure?” I ask, wanting to make sure this is what he wants because once I’m inside him, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave. Not a second time.
“Yes.” He lifts me to my feet and presses his lips against mine.
Our kiss is a mixture of teeth, tongue, and lips as we undress each other. Somehow, we end up on the bed. A lot of fumbling, but when we part for a breath, I’m on top of Wesley, between his legs, and he’s on his back, reaching into his nightstand.
There’s a hint of jealousy still lurking as I think about why he has condoms in his nightstand, and Wesley sees it.
“Jealous?” he teases with a smirk.
“A little,” I say, honestly.
He pulls out a condom and hands it to me, as well as a bottle of lube.
“Well, for the record, the condoms were more wishful thinking than anything.” He leans up and brushes his lips against mine. “But just so I don’t get any ideas, it’s probably best you remind me why you own my ass.”
He lies back down, spreads his legs, and sets off a new fire in my belly.
Fuck. Yes.
I set aside the condom for a moment and open the bottle of lube. I put some on my finger and warm it as I run my other hand over Wesley’s abdomen. My fingers trail across the V on his hips, and I can’t stop myself from leaning and licking them.
“Hmmm,” Wesley hums, and that’s when I start rubbing my fingers against his asshole.
I lean up and watch his face as I slowly circle my fingers around the rim.
“Have you had anyone else’s fingers play with this tight hole since me?” I ask as I slowly push in.
“No,” he says in a gasp. “O-only me.”
He blushes as if embarrassed, but it only turns me on more. The thought of him fucking his own ass has my cock dripping with pre-cum. I really hope I last once I’m inside of him. I want to give him my best, so I take a few calming breaths as I sink my finger deeper inside his warm hole.
“Hmm, you like to play with my little hole, Boy? " Wesley whimpers as I push another finger in and start stretching him out, brushing against his prostate, making him undulate his hips.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes. I-I like to play with it,” he moans. His admission makes me smile, and I reward him with a kiss against his chest.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I like this pretty thing, too. I’ve been aching to feel you clench around me.”
Pre-cum drips out of Wesley’s cock. It’s hard as a rock, angry and red.
I fuck his ass with my fingers as he pants below me. His eyes are squeezed shut, and I can tell he’s trying not to come.
“When’s the last time you played with yourself? Tell me about it,” I ask.
He opens his eyes, and something gets caught in my throat when I look at them. So much lust, but there’s something more. His heart. He can’t help but show it to me. I make a mental note, carved in stone, to never hurt his heart again.
Fuck. That sounds very relationship-y. Like something a boyfriend would promise. When I came here, I had no intention of getting into our feelings or my feelings. It seems like something in me has other plans. Because now I’m starting to consider it.
I’ve always had great control over my feelings, but Wesley has made me… weak yet strong, out of control and yet in control. All of that shit scares the ever-living-fuck out of me, but maybe I don’t need to be. Because so far, I’ve been the asshole, not him. He let me in. I think he wants me there. But I’m not sure yet, so I inhale and exhale slowly and get back to just feeling each other’s bodies.
“Tell me, baby?” I ask, reminding him of my earlier question.
“Technically, it was this morning, but I was asleep.”
My eyebrow quirks up. “A wet dream. How lovely. What was the dream?”
There’s a hint of hesitation, but the words tumble out of his mouth.
“I was dreaming about you. You crawled up my body in bed and sucked my cock, and played with my balls. I woke up with my hand around my dick and the other around my balls. I’ve never done that before. I mean, I’ve woken up with my hand around my cock but never cupping my balls.”
“I must’ve really gotten to you.”
“You did.”
We’re talking about the dream, but there’s definitely something in that statement that speaks to the past. I lean over to him, brushing my lips against his.
“You got to me too,” I whisper, then curl my fingers.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans softly.
I take out my fingers and put on the condom, needing to be inside of him before I lose it. I put some lube over my cock and position myself at his entrance.
“If you ever need to stop, tell me, and I’ll stop,” I tell him.
Wesley nods, then places his hand around mine.
Together we guide my cock inside of him, groaning as we do. There is nothing quite like the feeling of sinking into Wesley’s ass.
Hot and so fucking tight.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes and reaches up to grip my hips.
“Just like I remember,” I say, sinking deeper and deeper.
“Pierce.” Wesley moans my name, and I nearly come. Hearing his voice all gruff and needy is almost too much.
“I like it when you say my name. Say it again, baby. Tell me who’s inside you right now.”
I roll my hips as Wesley’s legs wrap around my waist, and sweat starts to gather across our skin.
“Pierce.”
“The whole thing.”
“Pierce Donnelley is inside of me,” he groans out.
I grip the headboard with one hand and his hip with the other and start fucking him. Roughly with no mercy.
“Again.”
“Pierce Donnelley is inside of me.”
“Fuck, yes, I am. This is my hole, baby, and I’m the only cock that’ll be inside of it. You want to be filled, you ask me. Got it?”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. Oh, God, please. Pierce. Sir. Fuck me. I need to come.” Wesley’s begging is music to my ears, and I roll my hips in a way that makes his toes curl, and his eyes roll back into his head.
Pleasure surrounds us. It’s in us. Pulsing through our veins. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears as I chase Wesley’s pleasure as well as my own.
“Come on, baby. Come on my cock. I know you want to.”
I lean down and kiss him as he comes. His body stills beneath me as I continue to fuck him through his orgasm.
“Hmm, that’s it, baby,” I groan until he’s done coming. His cum covers his abdomen and chest.
Then it’s my turn.
I pull out and flip him over and up so he’s on his knees before plunging inside him.
“Fuck!” we both cry out.
I grip his hips and start pulling him down my cock as I push inside. Wesley lets me use his ass and, based on his groans, enjoys every second of it.
It takes a few more thrusts before I still and empty myself into the condom. I shudder as the orgasm wracks through me. I groan his name and a few curses before we tumble sideways.
I keep him close to me, my hand wrapped around his chest as we catch our breath.