Chapter 15
Wesley
Pierce and I lay in bed, panting, catching our breath after round two.
My ass stings from when Pierce spanked it. After playing a little professor and naughty schoolboy, he finally took off his clothes and let me touch him all over. That was a moment. It’s the first time he’s done that—let me see all of him. I ran my hands over his body, and he just let me touch him. It wasn’t even sexual at the moment. It was… sensual.
“Are you okay with this?” I ask, running my hands all over his soft skin. I wonder if he moisturizes.
Pierce nods. “Yeah. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”
“How long ago?” I ask, curious about what this means to him.
“Probably the first time I was with you in that hotel. But I was so focused on keeping it to a one-night stand that I didn’t. That’s why I’ve kept my clothes on. I thought it would… I don’t know… protect me from catching feelings.” He chuckles, but there’s no humour attached to it. “Funny thinking about it now since I have very strong feelings for you.”
“Good feelings?” I ask, running my hands up his arms to his shoulders.
“Yeah. Really fucking good feelings.”
After that, he pinned my hands down on the bed and told me to keep them there as he rubbed my prostate. Of course, I couldn’t. I had to touch him again, and I got punished for it. Deliciously so.
I chuckle to myself, thinking if only the punishments in the real world were like this.
“What are you laughing at?” Pierce asks, chuckling a little himself.
“If only a spanking was the only punishment for breaking the rules,” I say, a little more wistfully than I intended.
Pierce freezes beside me, and I worry I may have freaked him out.
Fuck, why did I have to say that?
For a moment, we were basking in the what-ifs with no fear, and then suddenly, I had to mention breaking the rules which in turn reminded us that we’re boss and employee and that Pierce doesn’t have relationships.
He did fuck me bare, though. But that could mean anything. Heat of the moment? No condoms? New experience? Fuck knows.
Ask him , a voice inside me says. You’ll never know unless you fucking say something.
And it’s better to ask him now because I’m not sure I can survive without knowing. Each time we’ve interacted with each other has made me hope too much. I’m starting to think that this can work, and if I go any further and Pierce breaks it off, I don’t know what it’ll do to me, but it can’t be good.
“Pierce, I—”
“I got a job offer,” Pierce interrupts.
“You got a what now?” I ask, turning over and propping my head on my hand.
Pierce gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom.
“Let’s take a shower and then order dinner. I’ll explain then.”
With that, Pierce heads into the bathroom, and I hear the shower running, so I join him. I notice the way he’s gone distant. Something inside him has shifted, and he doesn't want to tell me now. I mean, what needs to be said during dinner?
“You okay?” I ask as I exit from the shower and start putting on my clothes.
“Yeah, totally,” he says, coming over to me, kissing me on my cheek, and running his hand up and down my arm.
His tone doesn’t suggest that he’s okay, but he said he’ll explain, so I just need to be patient.
We order takeout from the restaurant I told Pierce about after our dinner out. It was the one I preferred.
“Thanks,” Pierce gets the food from the delivery guy and brings it to the table where I’d placed the forks and plates. The food is hot and smells good, but my mind is focused on Pierce and what he’s going to say.
He said that he got a job offer, but I have no idea what it is or what it means.
Is he moving? Is this like a last hurrah before I never see him again? I take a few calming breaths, and that helps. A bit.
We eat in silence. I can see in Pierces’ eyes that he’s preparing to say something. So I wait. As much as it’s killing me, I know how easily he can shut me out, and I don’t want him to do that. Not when he’s just now opening up to me.
“My parents divorced after the messiest decade ever,” he says. “They cheated on each other. They were both a mess. I tried dating in college, but after being dumped by someone who basically listed all the ways I’m not relationship material, I decided I’d never date again.” Pierce chuckles. “I guess I believed her. She also blamed herself for part of it, but having a list made up and told that you’re emotionally unavailable and shit does something to you.”
My stomach tightens because this feels like the beginning of a breakup. Technically, there’s nothing to break up since we aren’t together, but it still feels the same. He’s explaining why he’s like this and why it’s him and not me. Next, he’ll probably tell me about all the times we had fun. Then he’ll say we can still be friends. Or maybe not, since Pierce likes a firm break.
I start wringing the napkin in my hands, and I want to stop him. I don’t think I can take this.
“Pierce—” I start to say, but he interrupts me.
“The whole point of me telling you this is so you’ll understand.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re breaking up with me. I get it. I mean, we weren’t really a couple, I know, but—”
“What?” Pierce’s brows furrow. “No, I’m not breaking up with you. I just wanted to tell you my story. All of it so you’ll understand where I’m coming from. Why I did what I did. I was going to tell you I want more of this.”
My brows shoot up. “You what?”
That hope blooms again in my stomach as I toss the napkin onto the table.
Pierce locks his fingers together and places them on the table.
“What I was trying to say is that I’ve had a shitty experience with love, and that’s why I was so determined not to get into anything like that with anyone. But then I met you, and it all started to change. I tried to deny it, but you just… won me over. Your friendship with Minnie. How you talked to my mom. The way I just feel around you. All of it. It makes me want to take this chance. That job offer? It’s for a managerial job at another bar. That way, we can try for real. No hiding. No secrets.”
He reaches over and covers my hand with his.
“I’d like to tell my mom you’re my boyfriend, not my employee.”
“Fuck, is there something in my eye?” Tears well up as I feel the last of my self-preservation walls tumble. I lean over the table, cup Pierce’s head in my hand, and kiss him. He kisses me back with the same need and passion.
When we get up from the table, we don’t break the contact. We just somehow manage to get ourselves onto the living room couch, the food long forgotten.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as Pierce palms my erection.
Jesus, I can’t believe I’m hard again.
I tug at his belt as he pulls at my shirt. Despite being sated an hour and a half ago, we’re back to being on each other like we’ve been deprived.
It’s different this time, though. I feel like there’s been a huge weight lifted off. Almost like we’re free. Right now, he’s still my boss, but I think it’s pretty clear, based on this moment here, that he’s going to take the other job.
Pierce grips the back of my head as his lips slide against mine.
“Fuck, I love you,” I murmur, and we both freeze.
Pulling back, his face is lined with worry, but only for a second. He changes, his face softening until he’s smiling.
“Fuck!” He chuckles. “Way to beat me to the punch, baby. Because I love you too.”
Now I’m smiling.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe we’ve said that out loud. We’ve been together for like thirty seconds.”
Pierce shrugs. “It could be said, though, that we’ve had a thing for months.”
“I guess,” I say, then press a kiss to his lips.
“Wesley,” he says, his tone serious. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?” I breathe, wrapping my fingers around his erection that bobs between us. “You serious?”
Pierce nods. “I would love nothing more than to have your cock inside me. Right fucking now on this couch. I need it.” His tone is desperate, and he reaches over to the table next to the couch and pulls out a bottle of lube from the drawer.
“How many random places do you stash bottles of lube?”
Pierce chuckles. “Stick around and find out.”
“With pleasure,” I say as I push Pierce down onto the couch and settle in between his legs.
I pour some lube into my fingers and slide them into his hole. Pierce hisses through his teeth and closes his eyes.
“Yes,” he moans and opens his legs.
“Have you been fucked here before?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Not by a person. I’ve played with myself before, but I’ve never let someone inside me before. It’s just you. Only you.”
God, if he only knew what hearing those words did to me. After pining after him, the worry that I might be left with nothing but a broken heart has plagued me. The fact that it’s led to this makes me so fucking happy I can barely contain myself.
I try to keep calm as I slide my finger inside his tight hole, working him slowly.
I push in and pull out until I reach his prostate, making Pierce bite his lip.
“You like that, baby?” I groan. He nods, and his hips start to move in time with my finger.
I add a second finger, and Pierce undulates. His cock twitches, and I grab it with my other hand, stroking it up and down.
Pierce opens his eyes and watches me play with him. His eyes are dark and lustful. He lifts up onto his elbows as he rocks into my hand.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he comments and reaches down to stoke my cock.
“Mmm,” I hum.
When I feel like I’ve loosened him enough, I squirt some lube onto my cock and position it at his entrance. I place one hand beside his head, and the other guides my cock inside him.
“Jesus,” we both hiss as my cock enters his hole.
Sweat coats our skin. Pierce’s muscles ripple under me, and our eyes lock. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I’ve had sex, but having sex with Pierce is something else. I feel like our souls are touching. Maybe that’s what happens when you have sex with someone you love.
When I bottom out, I place my hand on his hips and start rocking in and out. There’s no sound other than our breath. It’s slow and languid. We take our time to experience the feeling.
I nuzzle my face into Pierce’s neck, and his hand cups the back of my head.
“Fuck me,” Pierce says as his legs wrap around my waist. “Make me yours, baby.”
My hand grips tighter onto his waist as I pick up the pace. We groan. Our bodies slap together. The smell and sounds of sex permeate around the apartment as we go higher and higher. Nearing the peak of our pleasure.
“You gonna come, baby?” Pierce asks, panting and gripping my hair with his hand. “You gonna come with me?”
I nod, fucking him fastener and faster until I climax. As I come, I slam my lips against his. He swallows my cries as I unload into him. Pierce groans as he comes with me, his heels sinking into my back and his grip on my hair tight, making another zing of pleasure shoot down my spine.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I groan, pull back and look at Pierce. The man who looks back at me is no longer the angry boss who avoided me. There’s love in his eyes and a softness that I’ve seen before—every time he’s vulnerable, like when I was touching him for the first time or when he shared a story about the peacock. There is bravery in them, and if I look closely, I can see my reflection in his eyes. Something about seeing that makes me sure of this moment—of this connection.
We lay there for a few moments, just basking in the pleasure, and there’s nowhere on this earth I’d rather be.
Pierce went from my one-night stand to my boss and then to the man I’ve fallen in love with. Some may say it’s too quick. Maybe even Pierce will say that. But I think it’s right for us. Sometimes, everything is there. You just need a reason to take a leap of faith, and that’s how you end up in the arms of the love of your life.