“Because, like.” He places his hand gently on my belly. “You seem a little...closed off. I mean, you’re generally kind of closed off. But I thought after...”
He shrugs.
“After we kissed in a dugout?”
He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. I thought maybe I had unlocked a new, secret level to you.
“Not that I think you’re a video game or a challenge to be overcome. I just...” He pauses long enough for my initial offense to wear off.
“I can never tell what you’re thinking,” he says in a desperate kind of tone.
I glance from the bedroom door to my closet, to my pink toenails, trying to hide my smile. “Well, you did the right thing then, when you asked me. If you ever want to know, just ask.”
He nods, a deep trench in his brow, like all his thinking derives from that one spot. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Do you want to do this?”
Wesley’s hair falls over his forehead in a carefree way. His eyelashes are as thick as a bottlebrush. His hands are gentle and reverent wherever he touches me. He’s kinder and braver than I ever gave him credit for.
But none of that will excuse what we’re about to do. What we’ve already done. “I feel like...as much as I want this, as much as I wantyou, and we’ve set boundaries, this is wrong. I’m your boss and I’m taking advantage of you.”
“What if I promised you that not a single part of me feels taken advantage of? And if I did, I would tell you—and then probably encourage you to do it again?”
I scratch my nails through his stubble. He closes his eyes. “It’s so much more complicated than that.”
“I know,” he says. “It doesn’t make it not true, though.” Leaning down, he kisses me slowly. “What do you want me to do to you, Corrine?” he whispers.
There’s only longing in his eyes. Somehow, he can put aside any worries, all the concerns that come with this decision, and justbe here. I want to justbe hereso badly. I want to flip a switch and just feel.
His hands roam restlessly over the curve of my hip. And maybe it’s just that easy, to turn it all off, to forget about the risks. To forget about everything happening outside of this room, like my mother and Richard. Maybe for right now, there’s nothing outside of the two of us.
I close my eyes and I decide. I’m going to do this with Wesley. For the next however many hours, I’m going to immerse myself in him. I’m going to choose him. And choose myself. I’m going to let myself feel good.
I wrap his hair around my fingers, slip my tongue between his teeth, sucking on his upper lip. Pushing his head away and down my body, I say, “Do what you said you were going to do. Eat out, Wesley.”
I pull the straps of my bra down. He stops there first, licking each nipple, sucking and toying with my breasts until my legs writhe beneath his.
“Now,” I whisper. “Please,” I add as an afterthought.
He grinds his cock into my hip before moving down my body and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he likes it when I get a little bossy.
Smiling against my chest, rising over me, and hooking his fingers in my panties, he pulls them down slowly. He spreads me wide open with his hands on my thighs. Wiping his hand over his mouth, he consumes my body with his eyes in a way neither of us had a chance to last time, when we were too busy pulling and biting and tearing at each other. I’m so hot already, like his eyes are enough to get me off. He ducks to place a single kiss between my legs. I bend my knees and cry out.
“What do you want?” he asks, his mouth still against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. I am embarrassingly wet.
“More of that. Tease me.” I sound like I’m begging but he doesn’t make me wait.
He kisses and bites my thighs. Circles his tongue around my clit but never touches it. Every time I lift my hips, seeking more contact, he hums this pleased, satisfied sound. My fists claw at the duvet. Every breath he sends across my center feels like it could blow me away. He’s driving me crazy and I fucking love it.
I twine my fingers in his hair, guiding his head to my center. “No more teasing,” I gasp and finally he’s there. Tasting me, licking up one side of my lips and down the other. Sucking on me and pushing his fingers into my body until my hips buck against his face and the only sounds I can make areMoreandYesandPlease, Wesley. Please. He’s sloppy and wild but nothing has ever felt hotter than this.
He curls his fingers inside me and the pressure breaks. I might be crushing him between my legs but I’m too busy moaning against my fist to care. His tongue moves with every pulse of my body, pulling out every last bit of my orgasm. My heart wants to beat its way out of my rib cage. The only place I have a pulse is in my clit, the points of my nipples.
Slowly he rises up, wiping his forearm across his mouth, and reaches over the side of the bed, fumbling with his pants. I sift my hands through his hair. His skin is warm against my palm. I lock my arms around his waist to keep him from sliding off.
“What are you doing?” I giggle as he heaves himself up, holding a condom between his fingers like a trophy.
“Prophylactics,” he says, in an absurdly nerdy voice, pushing his finger up the bridge of his nose. “I just remembered I’m not wearing my glasses.”
God, he’s cute.
