Wes is to me in two strides, batting my hand away before I can touch myself. “Don’t even think about it, Red. That pussy is mine. If you want me to fill it up, then beg,” he growls.
I huff out what is supposed to be a scoff but sounds more like a pathetic whine.
His eyes find mine as he takes himself in his hand and glides his tip through my slick center before withdrawing. His teasing is simultaneously tantalizing and infuriating.
“You’re so wet, Sawyer. So fucking needy for it.”
He’s right. There’s no hiding how aroused I am or that I’m a writhing mess, hoping he’ll give in before I have to beg. That moment is growing painfully near because I can’t stand that he’s not inside of me yet. His soft touches are a taunt, a poor substitute for what I want, what my body is craving.
He continues to torture me, drawing teasing circles around my sensitive flesh without venturing any further while I claw at his back and roll my hips in an attempt to have him notched at my entrance.
He pulls away and clicks his tongue at me in disappointment as his thumb swipes over my nipple.
I can’t take anymore. I’m flushed red, my entire body on edge, right on the verge of combusting if only...
“Please?” The word rushes out in a whisper before I can hold it back.
Wes pauses his ministrations. “What was that?” he questions, a smirk making the gold flecks in his eyes gleam mischievously.
My nails dig into his back, making him hiss out a pained exhale. “Please.” This time the word is louder, a cry for mercy.
He moves his thumb to my clit and circles it firmly. “Please what?”
“Fuck me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna kill you if you don’t shut up and just fuck me.”
He laughs. “Always so prickly.”
He drives into me in one smooth motion without any warning and I cry out, clenching around him. So close to coming from just this, it’s absurd. He holds himself inside me for a long moment before sliding out and slamming back into me with a brutal thrust. It’s exactly what I need.
Rough and untamed.
“Goddamn, Red. You feel like heaven. I can't imagine anything better than this.”
I hum in agreement. His words are enough to incinerate. He feels excruciatingly good as I stretch around him, and he continues to drive into me, his fingers kneading the flesh of my ass as he does. I meet him thrust for thrust and within mere moments, I’m tightening around him.
My inner walls spasm as pleasure rolls through me and explodes. I shatter, blown apart by the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. Wes’ savage rhythm turns disjointed and frantic as he follows me into the throes of bliss.
He collapses beside me in my bed, catching his breath, and I give myself a minute to soak in the post-orgasmic nirvana.
He made me beg. I probably would have done anything he’d asked me to if he had held out and tortured me any longer. I’d been wild with need.
Once the aftershocks of the sex have passed, I roll toward Wes and shoot him a glare. “I hate you.”
He barks out a laugh. “No, you don’t. You justwishyou did.”
I can’t argue with that logic. It would be a lot easier to hate him. It would be a lot simpler to watch him go if I didn’t have any of these warm and tender feelings bubbling up inside.
And yet, I can’t make myself want to stop with Wes even though I know I might end up hurt when this is all said and done.
Saying goodbye will be a bitch, but I want to soak up all the time we have now because I’d hate to think I missed out on any of Wes Dawson.
Broken Promises
Wes
Sawyer and I had been nearly inseparable this past week. I worked with Luci every afternoon and helped Sawyer muck out stalls and put fresh bedding down every night before we’d go inside and give in to the hunger simmering between us.
When I’d told her I was still planning on leaving, she hadn’t seemed surprised or disappointed in the least. And I haven’t been able to get her indifferent response out of my head.
