“Please what, Princess? What do you need me to do?”
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
I pulled my fingers out of her and lifted her against the wall in a swift motion, wrapping her legs around me as I positioned myself at her entrance. “With pleasure.”
I didn’t wait another moment, burying myself inside of her with a single thrust. “Fuck,” I rasped as she dropped her head back and arched against me with a moan. She felt good from the moment I first had her, but this was on another level.
I pulled out to the tip before slamming back in, setting a rough and fast pace. We didn’t have a lot of time for much less, but also because I couldn’t hold back, my cock throbbing with the need for a release only she could give me. Her lips crashed against mine, and I groaned as she rolled her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust to chase her own release.
Sweat beaded my brow between the stifling confines of that small space and fucking her hard and fast. She drew back from my lips with a moan, curling her hand around the back of my neck and clinging to me as I pounded into her. The sound of her ragged breaths and whimpers against my ear was nearly enough to undo me. The way she responded to me had almost become Pavlovian in a sense…a conditioned reaction that never failed to drive me fucking crazy.
I could feel her legs beginning to tremble around me as my hips pistoned into her, my movements becoming erratic when I sensed she was close. “Come for me, Princess,” I grunted. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Her orgasm crashed over her, and she arched and writhed against me as she tried to keep her moans of pleasure quiet. I could feel every spasm of her around my cock from her release, and the sensation sent me right over the edge with one finalthrust. Every muscle in my body went taut, and I dropped my head into the crook of her neck as I came with a gravelly groan.
My heart slammed against my chest as I panted through the haze of pleasure. I slowly lifted my head, my nose brushing against her cheek before I found her lips again, and the sounds of our shuddered breaths filled the small space.
“Wes…” She whispered against my lips, her hand still curled around the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes, resting my forehead against hers as the sexual, possessive fog began to lift. “Yeah?”
She hesitated a moment before speaking, her voice wavering with a hint of unease. “We just broke another rule…”
Chapter 33
Late Sunday afternoon,I sat on my couch, rubbing my eyes as I let out a slow breath. I was exhausted after last night, but I wasn’t sure if it was from not getting home until a little after one in the morning or because I spent most of the night lying in bed, sifting through a myriad of jumbled thoughts.
After our romp in the coat closet, Wes and I fixed our clothes into place before slipping out one at a time. I went straight to the restroom to clean myself up because, true to his word, he was quite literally dripping down my leg—it didn’t help that I’d gone from a scrap of fabric for underwear to entirely commando, thanks to him tearing them off of me. After I cleaned up, I fixed my appearance in the mirror—the creator of the smudge-proof lipstick I had on deserved a goddamn medal because, by some miracle, it wasn’t smeared at all. I’d returned to the ballroom just in time to watch Lucas and Callie be honored for their donation.
And as I stood next to mydate…after what happened with Wes, I knew that ballroom was as far as it could go. Corbin seemed like a really great guy, and I didn’t feel right continuing with anything after what I’d done with Wes. At least notthatnight. I thanked him at the end of the gala for bringing me as his date and told him maybe we could stay in touch. I guess only time would tell how that panned out. But I couldn’t help but think of my date for other reasons I probably shouldn’t be.
I’ll be damned if someone else is going to swoop in to try and fucking take what’s mine.
Wes’s words from last night were still replaying in my head, but more so the latter part.What’s mine. I wasn’t sure exactly how to take that. Because on one hand, I didn’t understand where the sudden wave of possessiveness came from, but on the other…I didn’t exactly hate that he said it. And I wasn’t sure what to make of feeling that way, either.
I’d never seen Wes act the way he did last night. Hell, if there was one thing he’d always been adamant about, it was that he didnotget jealous. Truthfully, I was joking when I called him out on it in the coat closet. I said it just to rile him up because I knew he hated the mere idea of being perceived as being jealous in any form. I hadn’t expected his response.
It elicited questions I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know the answers to because asking them felt like it would be taking this thing between us somewhere it was never meant to go.
And that wasn’t the only part of last night I was thinking about.
We’d brokenanotherrule…technically two, if Wes was truly jealous.
Too caught up in the heat of the moment and the frenzy he immediately sent my mind and body spiraling into, I didn’t even think of a condom. Clearly, neither did he.
Once I realized and mentioned it to him, his expression became slightly tinged with worry, but I assured him it would be fine. I wasn’t necessarily worried, but I couldn’t shake this feeling that he wasn’t as calm about it as he tried to appear. I didn’t want the slip-up to make things weird or awkward. I didn’t know if that would happen. I’d never made that slip up before. I’d always been cautious and mindful of that, but Wes seemed to be able to make me forget a lot of things and cross lines I never thought I would in a million years.
Sleeping with him in the first place was a perfect example. And that had proven to turn into something I never anticipated.
I don’t think going into this that either of us expected it to even last as long as it had. I sure as hell didn’t. Yet, here we were, more than a year into it, breaking rules we set, and our times together were becoming more frequent with what seemed to be no expiration date in sight. Not that we ever set one.
And I was okay with that. For now, at least. I thought. Maybe. I sighed as I dropped my head back on the cushion of the couch, rubbing my eyes again.
The truth was, I didn’t know what the hell I thought anymore. About him. About me. About anything. And I couldn’t even pinpointwhy.
Maybe I just needed a nap. A nap sounded good.
I grabbed the throw pillow, fluffing it before tossing it at the end of the sofa. I had just laid my head down and covered myself with the throw blanket when I heard a knock. I huffed an annoyed breath, flung the blanket off, and stood, walking to the door. When I peered through the peephole, my brow furrowed as I drew back, composing myself for a moment before I opened the door.
