“Fuck. I like that. Hearing how much my wife wants me.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over my clit. The resulting jolt of pleasure causes my hips to buck.
“So much. I want you so much. Please,” I beg.
A finger runs along my slit. Teasing.
His breath brushes against my neck. “I waited so long for you, why should I give you everything you want right away?” He thrusts a finger into my pussy, working in and out. “I want you.” He plants a soft kiss on my shoulder. “I want you at every fucking angle. I know you every other way, but I’ve only dreamed of being buried inside you. But the first time I fuck you it’s going to be with you spread out on the bed and I’m going to take my time.”
I whine in protest, swiveling my hips.
“Don’t worry, you’re not leaving this shower until you come.”
Another finger dips inside me. I throw my head against his shoulder.
He pulls out of me, and my gaze follows as his slick fingers slip past his lips. His rumble of pleasure vibrates through me. Reaching past me, he frees the showerhead and adjusts the water pressure then tilts it over my pussy.
One of his hands massages my breast while the other holds the showerhead. It doesn’t take long for me to come, I’m all but overwhelmed with sensations. He holds me through it, so I don’t collapse on the hard shower floor.
Tenderly, he takes me into his arms, carries me out, and sets me on the sink. He wraps me in one towel and dries my hair with the other, peppering my neck and chest with kisses as he works.
Once satisfied, he picks me up again, this time going to the bedroom. I lie back as he places me on the edge of the mattress. My towel slips open with the movement and I make no move to close it again.
Wes’s hands smooth up my thighs. A low hum buzzes through me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.
“Don’t you want to fuck your wife?” I intend for it to come out teasing, but it’s a desperate question. But then remember the weight of this moment, and everything that’s led to it. “Yes, Wes. I’m ready.”
Instead of getting closer he walks to the dresser. The condom wrapper crinkles as he tears it open. I enjoy the show as he slides it onto his length. Ready, he guides my thighs apart and steps between them.
The head of his dick slips against me at first, as he coats himself in my wetness, before pushing inside of me. Centuries seem to pass as he gives me each inch.
Finally, with a snap of his hips, he’s seated fully inside me. I claw at his arm as I adjust, tilting my hips.
“Why did you stop?” My voice has risen to a desperate whine.
“I’m looking at you, all full of me,” he says. Reverently, he traces a line from the valley of my breast, down my stomach, landing on my clit where he presses a lazy circle, brushing where our bodies connect. “Fuck you look so beautiful like this.”
He starts to thrust, slowly at first before picking up his pace, to a brutal rhythm. A hand lands on my stomach, just above my pubic bone, and a delicious wave of pleasure radiates from the spot. A bead of sweat falls on my chest as he pants.
“It’s so good. You make me feel…”
And that’s really it. He makes mefeel. Good. Safe. Present. Fully seen, yet not exposed.
He’s seen me angry, broken, and now writhing beneath him, and he doesn’t blink or turn away. He’s never wanted to change me or warp me into something sweeter.
The knowledge frees something deep in me that builds, adding to the sensations sparking all across my body, and an orgasm crashes through me like a wave of ecstasy.
He follows soon after. Spent.
That night we lie together, and I keep holding my ring to the sconce above the bed, examining how it catches the light. I still can’t believe he’s held on it for so long, since the first time we tried and failed.
Track Twelve
Jared:While Wes and Maddie were together, he was really only there for the big moments. Shows. Rehearsals. Events. But you could feel him starting to move on to something else. I mean, besides Luca, we all had our own things going on. I was about ready to move in with Alyssa. She was making plans for med school. Garrett was finishing up his degree online and prepping for the LSAT. But when Wes and Maddie finally broke up, we were relieved. We had him back… Then the tabloid articles kept coming and they wouldn’t stop.
A sequence of articles. Wesley Hart is featured drinking at parties and clubs with renown models and actresses such as Kelly Hoffman, Megan Lowe, and Victoria Oliveira. A quote from Maddison Barron is highlighted: “I never felt like enough in the relationship. Young enough. Talented enough. I knew about others, of course I did. As his manager and working withhis publicist, I was sent images. It was my fault for ignoring the signs when they were right in front of me.” Barron provided Livewire Magazine with her side of the story when Hart fired her after three years working together, two of which they were involved romantically.
Garrett:It was all taken out of context. We were in half those photos, but they were cropped or blurred out to support the ridiculous headlines. But one thing’s for sure—Maddie looked like a saint and Wes looked like an immature impulsive playboy.
Wesley:We started recording a new album, and I suggested we find studios in New York that time around. It was exciting to be in a new city, but the paparazzi made it a nightmare to go anywhere. I pretended it didn’t get to me. I’d smile and wink, as if I was in on some joke with them. No one cared about the truth if the lie was more entertaining. But it was Luca who grabbed a camera and threatened to break the lens if the paps didn’t give us room to breathe.
