Without an ounce of hesitation, I rip the shirt over my head and toss it aside. I’m so turned on that I don’t even have a second to spare to feel self conscious. Or think about the way I’m completely naked touching myself while Wes watches. Seeing how he’s working his hand over his length, slow and deliberate, erases all hesitation I would have in this situation. His eyes burn into me, making me feel seen, but not only that. I feel beautiful and wanted. Weswants me.
He wants every part of me he’s seen physically and mentally. Instead of running away when I give him attitude, he wants more of it. He wants more ofme.
Oh my God. I’m getting feelings for Wes.
“Stop,” he commands, and I gasp, realizing how close I am to release.
But I don’t stop. I don’t move my hand away, and instead bite my bottom lip, and start to move slowly once again.
“Bailey,” he growls.
“Yeah?” I ask, as I continue my movements.
“Stop.”
“But it feels so good,” I breathe, swiveling my hips, and moaning once again.
“I know it does, but you’re not going to come yet.”
“Maybe I am.”
His voice dips, a low warning. “Bailey.” A shiver runs down my spine, and the underlying threat only makes me continue my movements.
In a heartbeat, he’s on me, pinning my hands above my head with one of his. I can feel his rock hard length pressed against me, and I hook my leg around him trying to pull him closer.
“Why do you always feel the need to test me?”
“If I say because it’s fun will my punishment be worse?”
“I don’t think punishments even work for you,” he mutters with a laugh.
“Maybe you should try a different tactic.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
I hum, dragging my foot slowly up the back of his calf. “Maybe you give me what webothwant, and I’ll behave.”
“Somehow, I don’t believe that.”
“Why not?” I rub my leg against him again, wiggling my hips underneath him so I can feel more of his bare dick against me.
“Because I don’t think you ever want to really be an angel. You’re much happier being a fallen one…driving me insane.”
“But you like it.”
“I do.”
His forehead drops down to mine.
“You like me,” I state softly, it’s not a question and it’s barely above a whisper, but part of me needs to hear him say it.
“I do,” he replies just as quietly.
I arch up to take his mouth with my own. He kisses me back fiercely, keeping my hands pinned while he rocks against me.
“Please fuck me,” I beg. Words I never say. Asking for something I never would usually ask for, but my lost orgasm is controlling my mind and my body right now.
Wes smirks, and reaches down between us, guiding his erection through my wetness, up to my clit, down to my opening but not pushing in. I move my hips, straining to feel the way he’s going to stretch me so perfectly, but he just does the move again.
