I gulp at the intensity in his eyes as he prowls toward me. He curves his hand around the back of my neck, burying his fingers in my curls. “So fucking beautiful.” Wesley kisses me slow and deep, his tongue lapping at mine.
My stomach tightens, my skin vibrating with need. He kisses me like I’m air and he’s drowning. His other hand skates down my spine, finding the hem of my tank, and he starts working it off my body. We break the kiss and I lift my arms, letting him pull it over my head.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hungry gaze fixed on my boobs. His hand slides up my stomach and over my ribs, until his thumb brushes my nipple.
“Wes,” I moan, arching into his touch. His mouth crashes down on mine, hard and unyielding. He devours me, swallowing my moans as his hand pushes its way inside my shorts and finds me slick and ready.
“Ride my fingers,” he demands, working me with skill and finesse. My legs begin to tremble, caught off guard by how quick he went from zero to sixty.
Dipping his head, he drags the flat of his tongue over my nipple, licking and grazing the sensitive bud with his teeth. “Tell me what you want, Sadie Ray.” He whispers the words against my heated skin.
“I want… ahh, God,” I moan, pressing my lips together to stop the desperate, needy sounds spilling out as he hooks his fingers deeper.
“I want to touch you,” I manage to get out in between breathy moans, my hand finding the string of his sweats. After working it loose, I push my hand inside and grasp his cock.
“Fuck,” he barks. “Yeah…”
My lips curve with satisfaction as I pump him hard and fast, matching the way his fingers move inside me. But it isn’t enough. I want more… I want to feel him thick and hard inside me.
Pulling away, I grin up at him. “Get on the bed, Pretty Boy,” I tease.
His eyes widen but he obeys, backing up, kicking off his sweats and boxers as he goes. I shimmy out of my shorts, baring myself to him.
“I think I died and went to heaven,” he groans as I slowly move toward him, letting him drink in his fill of my curves.
Hooking my arm around his neck, I kneel over him, straddling his thighs. He grasps himself beneath me, letting the tip of his cock glide through my wet folds.
“Jesus, that feels good,” he hisses. “And I’m not even inside you yet.”
“You sure?” I ask. Because if we do this, if I have him, I won’t be able to let him go. And things won’t be simple, not with Rhett acting like a petulant child.
Wes hooks his other arm around my waist, dragging me closer until we’re chest to chest. His lips brush mine. “This, me and you, you and them… we’ll figure it out. But if I don’t get inside you in the next five seconds, I might die a very slow and painful death of blue balls.”
I throw my head back with laughter, but he has a point. Lowering my gaze to his again, I say, “I guess I’d better put you out of your misery then.” Slowly, inch by inch, I sink down on him, savoring the way he stretches me.
“Fuck, Sadie, fuuuuck.” He buries his face in my shoulder, his body shuddering. “You feel…”
“I know,” I pant, letting my body adjust to him. It’s so deep, so full. So good.
Wes exhales a slow steady breath, meeting my hooded eyes and staring at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Can I fuck you now?” He smirks, and I swat his chest.
“You’d better,” I chuckle. “You have a lot to live up to.”
13
Wes
Holy fucking shit.
My fingertips dig into Sadie's hips, hard enough to leave marks on her skin, I'm sure. But I can't find it in myself to care if I leave bruises, because tomorrow when this is all over and she's with them, they won’t be able to forget that I was here.
That for tonight, even if only for a few hours, she was mine.
"Wes," she moans, her head rolling back in pleasure at the same time she circles her hips over me.
Fuck, she feels like heaven.
Those two assholes could come storming in right now and end me for touching their princess and I probably wouldn't even be able to complain. Because being inside her after all the years I've imagined what it might be like is better than I ever expected.
Her tits bounce as she ups her pace, lifting up on her knees and dropping down hard until I'm balls deep inside her.
"Fuck, Sadie. You look… fuck."
A sexy smirk curls up at the corner of her mouth. Reaching out, she runs a fingertip from my sternum all the way down to my abs. She traces over the lines of my six-pack, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as she focuses.
Her pace slows, and my need to take over, to fuck her like I've imagined time and time again, is almost too hard to ignore.
"Sadie?" I groan, my voice hard and strained as I try to keep control.
Her smile widens as her eyes find mine once more.
"You're wicked," I whisper, realizing that she's playing me.
"Tell me it's not exactly what you need."
"I can't, princess, because it's everything and then some."
She squeals as I flip her onto her back, lowering down until my nose brushes hers. "But I'm not good at losing control."
"Why doesn't that surprise me," she says, rolling her eyes.
"You love it," I growl, thrusting forward at the same time I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and sink my teeth into it.
A roar rips from her throat, her nails digging into my shoulders, the pain shooting straight for my cock and pushing me closer to a release I'm nowhere near ready for. I might have been waiting since the moment she walked into my bedroom earlier and showed me exactly what she'd come for, but even still. I want it to last.
"Shit, Wes… Fuck," she cries as I continue to pound into her.
"Sadie," I moan, watching her in disbelief as she takes everything I give her.
"Harder," she begs, her eyes holding a challenge.
Shaking my head at her, a smirk plays on my lips and I give her what she wants. Sweat covers our bodies as we move together, chasing our highs.
"Make me come, Wes. Fuck, I need—"
Pressing my thumb against her clit, I circle slowly for a couple of seconds until she cries out my name, her body locking up beneath mine as her pussy milks my cock, dragging my own orgasm from me.
"Oh fuck," I moan, dropping my weight onto her as my cock jerks inside her, filling her. "We didn't use—"
"It's okay," she whispers in my ear. "I'm on birth control."
"I'm clean, I swear."
"I know."
"I haven’t been with anyone in…" I trail off, not even remembering the last time I let someone this close to me. All the girls at school want a piece and then dig their nails in as if it means something, as if I might actually want something more than just a hookup.
But how can I have more?
My life is a disaster. My family is imploding, and there's hardly anything I can do to stop it except continue trying to cover up the cracks.
"What's wrong?" Sadie asks softly, her hands rubbing up and down my back soothingly while I keep my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in.