He shakes his head. I stop him with my fingertips on his chin, his stubble roughing the pads. “You tell the truth about what you want, who you are. All the time. Every day. I wish I could be like you.”
Wesley looks like he doesn’t believe me.
“I think you think it’s a bad thing. But it’s the thing I—” I stop myself, swallowing down the words. “I admire most about you,” I finish, my heart in my throat.
“I can’t do that, be like you. I’m still trying. I want to be better with...” I clench and unclench my hands. “With actions. I hurt you and I’m sorry. I tried to show you tonight how sorry I was but can I show you now what you mean to me?” I close my eyes against the way my heart trips over him. “How much it means that in everything that is happening, you’re the person I trust more than maybe even myself?”
He cups my jaw. “You don’t need to show me. I believe you.” He kisses my chin. “Corrine, I know this is complicated and I’m not trying to make it more complicated, but you need to know that I think I...”
I cover his mouth with my hand, ribs bruised from the adrenaline of the look on his face. My hand shakes.
“Shhh...” He can’t say that. Not now. I won’t know what to do with myself. My strict schedule? My routine? It will all be chaos.
Falling in love with Wesley Chambers was never part of the plan.
I straddle him, his stubbly jaw scratching at my lips. I move my hands down his chest and my mouth follows the trail they blaze. Stopping at his belt, my eyes flicker to his in a silent question. He holds his breath and nods, just barely. His whole body is still, frozen in silent anticipation as I pull his belt from the loops. His chest heaves as my fingers breach the elastic on his boxers and I wrap my hand around his length.
I can’t catch my breath. Putting my mouth on him is the new breathing.
He grabs at the fabric of the couch as I lean forward, my lips puckered, and place a soft, barely there kiss right at his tip. His legs tense and his back goes rigid at just this infinitesimal amount of contact. How can it be that I am trying to do something for him and yet he still makes me feelsogood?
I plant more small, closed kisses along the underside of his cock. Part of me wishes I hadn’t taken off my lipstick, that I could leave proof of my being here on his most intimate skin. My nipples point through the fabric of my T-shirt. My panties are already wet, just from this. Just from kissing him. I will never get enough.
“Never,” he whispers and I realize I said it out loud.
Finally I do the thing we both want. I lick up the length of him, closing my mouth around his head. A moan escapes me at his taste, salty and hot. I watch him, his head dropped back against the couch, biting his knuckles.
I am filled with him and yet it’s not enough. I want more.
He pushes his pants and boxers a little farther down and gently takes my hand, guiding it to his sac. He squeezes me over his warm, soft skin. His whole body melts into the couch cushions. His lashes flutter and his cheeks pink. He is hot and hard in my mouth and soft at the same time and so, so beautiful. He’s put all his power in me and yet he could probably get me to do just about anything right now. Climb to the top of the John Hancock tower, come to work naked, tell Richard and Mark they’re worthless. If I could keep feeling this way, and keep making him feel this way, I’d do it.
My living room fills with the lewd sounds of my mouth on his skin and his tight gasps. His quietohhhs.I close my eyes because the sight of him is too much. I want his hands on me instead of my hand between my legs.
“Touch me?” I beg.
The only part of me he can reach is my head, but he places his hand there, his fingers gripping my hair gently. He guides me back to him, moving my head up and down on his shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses as I let my teeth gently graze his skin. I pull his foreskin back, suck his tip again, and his fingers clench in my hair.
He moans in a voice that sounds nothing like himself. He sounds a little like he might die but he’s happy about it. A curl of heat crawls up my own spine as he softly trails his fingers over my throat and chin and traces my lips where they’re stretched around him.
“I’m gonna...” He gasps. “I’m coming, Corrine.”
He comes, hot and hard, on my tongue and the back of my throat. At some point, I don’t know when, we entwined the fingers of our free hands together. I want to feel his body, his mouth, his hands between my legs. I’m so aroused I feel like I might go off just from the friction of walking.
Slowly, I stand, wiping my mouth.
“I’ll be right back,” I say.
He clenches our fingers together. “Wait.”
His cock lies flat against his bare thigh. The sight is erotic enough that I have to close my eyes.
“Let me take care of you.”
He draws the pads of his fingers to a sensitive spot on the inside of my leg just above my knee, draws his other hand up the back of my thigh. I wrap my fingers around his hair, pull his head back and kiss his smiling mouth. He cups my breast, the heat of his palm burning through the fabric of my shirt. We’re going to fall upon each other out here again.
“Take me to bed and touch me.”
