His lips and tongue trailed down my body, and my breaths quickened in anticipation the lower he went. I felt his teeth nip at my hip bone, and I whimpered and tensed, earning anotherchuckle from him as he hooked his arms around my thighs and looked up at me from between my legs. He shouldn’t look that good looking at me from that angle, but he did.
I hated it as much as I craved it.
“As the giver I tend to be, there was something I couldn’t help but wonder the other two times…”
“What’s that?” I breathed.
“How you would taste.” At his words, he yanked my thighs, spreading me wide for him, and another whimper escaped me. “Look at you, already dripping for me,” he said with a husky chuckle. “I did promise I’d make it worth it, so you might want to hold onto something.”
I barely had the sheets curled in my fists before I felt the first lick of his tongue, and my eyes fell shut as my lips parted with a breathy moan. His tongue slid from my entrance to my clit, swirling as he sucked it between his lips, and my body arched as pleasure shot through me like a bolt of lightning. “Oh, f-fuck,” I moaned.
He hummed against me, sending vibrations rippling through my core as he alternated between licking, sucking, and tongue fucking me, drawing out moan after moan as I writhed beneath his mouth. “Ya know, I may not like you, Princess…but you taste like a fuckingdream,” he said between licks. “I could spend hours doing this…just worshipping your sweet, wet pussy with my tongue.”
And I’d probably let him.
I’d never admit it out loud, especially not to him, knowing how much it would inflate his already gigantic ego, but Wesley Callahan knew how to use his mouth, and he knew how to use it well.
Then he added a finger…and then a second…and the sound thatcame from me when he curled them to stroke that inner pleasure point was one I’d never heard myself make before.
“Fucking Christ,” he moaned against me. “Make that sound again.”
And I did, over and over, not because he told me to but because he wasmakingme.
My breaths came in ragged gasps between moans as his mouth and fingers worked their magic. I reached down, threading my fingers through his hair, trying to anchor myself in the sea of pleasure he was drowning me in. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, a coiled tension ready to snap as my body began to tense and quiver.
“Oh my God,” I panted through a whimper. “I-I’m…fuck, don’t stop!”
“That’s it. Let go and give it to me.”
With one last swirl of his tongue, I shattered, my back arching with a moan as I clenched around his fingers. My body trembled as he worked me through it, easing me down from the peak of my pleasure. He didn’t pull his mouth or hand away until I was nothing but a breathless, quivering mess.
When he lifted his head, his lips and chin glistened, and when he stood, his usual cocky smirk appeared at the state he put me in. “You’re a mess.” I watched him lick his fingers clean before reaching down to undo his belt. “You have a condom?”
“What, did you forget your wallet today?” I managed to quip through my haze. He snorted, but then his expression fell with what I could have sworn was desperation.
Because he actually didn’t have one on hand this time.
I pointed to the nightstand, and he let out a breath of relief before turning and pulling the drawer open, grabbing one from the box inside. He stripped from his pants and boxers and rolledthe condom on before coming over top of me again. His thighs pushed my legs apart as he settled between them, and I closed my eyes with a whimpered shudder when I felt the head of his rock-hard cock slide against my still-sensitive clit.
“Well, you know what they say,” he said huskily, and my eyes opened to meet his green-eyed gaze above me as he reached down to position himself. “Third time’s a charm.” He slammed into me, burying himself with a groan, and my mouth fell open with a moan as he filled me.
The pace he set wasn’t like the two previous times—his movements were deep and slow, almost meticulous in a sense, drawing out each stroke, each moment of pleasure, not just for me but for himself. He said he’d make it worth my while and, as a self-proclaimed “man of his word,” he was making good on that promise.
My fingernails dug into his back as we created a symphony of pleasure—his deep, rumbled groans and grunts, my moans and whimpers, our panting breaths, and skin meeting skin. He lifted my leg to his shoulder, and the change in position allowed him to go even deeper, hitting spots I forgot or didn’t even know existed.
Wesley groaned as I began to tense around him, my body quivering as it tiptoed along that edge. “You gonna give me the satisfaction of saying my name this time?” he panted as he leaned over me again and quickened his thrusts.
“Hellno,” I moaned.
His laugh mingled with a groan. “You’re a spiteful pain in the ass.” He hissed when my nails scraped down his back as I rolled my hips in time with his. “Fuck, Princess,” he moaned as he thrust harder and faster. “Let go. I want to feel that tight pussy clench around my dick.”
A moment later, my orgasm slammed into me, my body trembling from its force as he fucked me through it until his own climax ripped through him. He let out a gravelly curse as his body went taut, and he held himself against me, his arms shaking where they bracketed my head.
We were both panting when he finally pulled out and collapsed onto his back beside me. My heart was pounding, but unlike the last two times, I didn’t go into an immediate mental panic about what we’d just done. I was still slightly confused and questioning going back on my vow of it never happening again, but I seemed to have just accepted it this time while berating myself for being that desperate.Again.
After a few moments, I got up from the bed, grabbed my clothes from the floor, and slipped into the bathroom to clean up. When I reemerged, Wesley was just pulling his shirt back on. I took a moment to look at him…his dark tousled hair, his expression tired and sated. I shook my head, running my fingers through my tangled locks as I cleared my throat, causing him to turn. He didn’t bother buttoning his shirt all of the way before he grabbed his discarded oxfords and walked out of the bedroom with me trailing behind him.
He looked at me again as he dropped his shoes and slipped them on. “Well…I don’t know about you, but I’d say I held up my word,” he quipped with a cocky smirk. I was mid-debate on whether or not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I agreed with him when he spoke again. “I have a proposal…”
