My mouth parts to speak, but he shakes his head ever so slightly. “You need to be a good girl, Stacey, or you’re going to get us both in trouble.”
I lift a brow, wondering what this man is up to as he gently presses onto my shoulder, laying me back on the pillow.
The bed creaks again, and we still. Whatever Wes has planned must be done in complete and utter silence.
With the utmost precision, he moves his hand from my neck, to my clavicle, and straight down between my breasts. Chills run through my body as excitement races through my veins.
I inhale a shaky breath as his fingers ever so slowly make their way under my tank top and lift it up, exposing my breasts. He blows gently on the exposed nipples. My spine bucks off the mattress, and my legs widen. He smiles as he licks his thumb, sucking it between his full lips before lowering it to my left nipple and massaging it.
I feel like I’ve never been touched before, like every guy before Wes was just a boy and I’m about to find out what it really is like to be with a man, someone who takes control, knows how to satisfy a woman, and has no problems doing so.
It’s seductive.
It’s so teasingly painful that I can hardly stand it.
I want more of him, and I want it now.
My moan is soft, but he scolds me anyway, removing his hand from my body. I puff out my lips in a plea, and he leans down to bite it. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse if it means I can get him to touch me again.
Wes takes my hands and places them above my head, wrapping my fingers around the wrought iron of the headboard. I grab hold and watch as his lips meet with my skin, and he leaves a trail of kisses in the same path his fingertips lead. Only this time, he moves lower, down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel before tugging on my sleep shorts. We move in inches in an attempt to not make noise. The bed disobeys us twice.
With my shirt pushed up and my shorts gone, I lie here, naked, in front of him. I want so bad to reach up and remove his clothes, too, but he seems to have a plan. My God, it’s been so good so far, and I don’t want to screw it up.
Reminded of when he mentioned me being a good girl, I decide to play along and show him just how good I can be when he’s in charge.
Our eyes meet, and nothing but lust fills the air. I feel the moisture sliding out of me, and when he reaches his hand to my slit, I hear the groan that escapes his mouth.
Starting at my knee, he works his way down my thigh, kissing every inch until he’s in between my legs. I’ve kept my hands above my head, and all I can see is my chest rising and lowering so fast with his face right where I’m dying to be touched.
With a swift lick, he swipes against my clit, and my hips buck off the bed. His large hands brace my waist, keeping me there as his tongue swirls around and then takes long strokes from my opening all the way up.
My knees press against his head as a moan escapes my lips.
His head pops up, and his hand reaches up to cover my mouth. I taste myself against his palm and drop my head to my pillow again as he works his magic around my clit.
My core tightens as I chase after what I can tell will be a mind-blowing orgasm. Knowing I’m this turned on and it’s from Wes is going to make my head explode.
I can’t take it anymore. I move my hands to grip his head, jerk my hips, and begin to ride his face, needing more of everything before I lose my mind from the intensity that’s almost too much.
The sound of Chad’s door opening makes us both freeze. Wes looks up and listens intently for what’s going on. The sound of him peeing in the hall bathroom frustrates the hell out of me, and I drop back in a huff.
The faint sound of Wes laughing upsets me even more.
To my surprise, instead of stopping and waiting for Chad to go back to bed, Wes does the opposite, going right back to where he was, only this time more intense, more brutal, and more fucking amazing.
I bite my lip, knowing I have to be completely silent, as still as a statue and not utter a sound. When Wes sticks two fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot, I lose my mind. I have to grab the pillow beside me and bite into the cover to keep myself from screaming into the heavens and calling out his name.
My thighs grip his head as my entire body spasms with waves of ecstasy running through me. He places his tongue firmly against my clit as he enjoys my pussy clenching around his fingers.
By the time I come back to life, I hear Chad go back to his room, and Wes laughs quietly into my clit, the sensations of his breath making me convulse even more.
He takes a few more leisurely licks before sliding back up my body. I greedily rush to remove his pants, but he stops me by placing his hand over mine.
“No, sweetheart. That was just for you,” he whispers.
He once again places a chaste kiss on my lips and makes his way out of my room, remembering where the creak in the floor was, leaving me naked on my bed.
Chapter Eleven
“You look chipper,” Amanda says at the end of class.
I load my laptop into my bag. “Just having a good week, I guess.”
She smashes her lips as she appraises me. “I don’t know. Something’s up with you. Did you finally figure out how to get Wes back?”
I halt for a moment, and then I continue to zip my bag and sling it over my shoulder. “We decided to call a truce. He won’t bug me anymore, and I’m gonna leave him alone.”
“Ugh. That’s no fun.” She puffs out her lips and then starts walking up the stairs of the lecture hall. “I’m all about the drama. Give me a guy who needs to learn his lesson or a girl who wants to get someone’s attention, and I am all ears. Olive branches are not my thing.”
“What is your thing then? Besides drama, of course.”
“Hair. Your purple is still amazing. I love the way it looks in your pony. It’s all business in the front, party in the back, ya know?”
I laugh loudly. “So, my hair is pretty much the mullet of ponytails.”
“Exactly.” She beams with pride as we walk into the hall. “Oh, hey, there’s the surfer boy who has a crush on you.” She lifts her arms and waves over to Nathan.
Playfully, I push her arm down. “He doesn’t have a crush on me, and please don’t call him over here.”
“What’s the big deal? So long as Chad is shacked up with Nicole, he won’t pay attention to who you date, and you said Wes won’t bother you. This is your chance to start exercising your right.”
“My right to what?”
“Be an irresponsible college student.” She beams as Nathan stops in front of us.
“Hey, ladies,” he says with that dazzling white Colgate smile. “Fancy running into you two today.”
“We see you here every day,” Amanda says with an eye roll.
He ignores her sass and looks at me. “I just saw your boyfriend in Stats.”
My smile falls defensively, and I stumble on my words. “What? I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“You and Wes aren’t hooking up?”
I narrow my eyes, wondering what Wes told Nathan. Then, I realize he wouldn’t tell Nathan anything, especially since he doesn’t want Chad to know. Nathan was at the party when Wes pulled me out to his car. He might know there’s chemistry there, but he doesn’t know our intimate moments. No one does.