To answer his question, I peered up at him while engulfing his cock as much as I could handle it. He let out a chuckle as he understood.
"All right. Don't choke."
I smiled—or tried my best to—to let him know I wouldn't. I bobbed my head, taking him in and out, loving the taste of him. The sexy musk overwhelmed my senses, making my brain feel like jelly. Was this the irresistible pull of heat scent that he'd mentioned earlier? If it was, I finally understood why alphas were apparently so compelled by it.
Weston's body tensed. My heart raced with excitement, knowing he was close to release. His fingers threaded in my hair—careful not to tug—and he held my head gently, encouraging but not forceful.
"Nishiki, baby, I'm going to—"
I hardly needed the verbal warning but I appreciated it anyway. A split-second later, Weston's cock throbbed and pulsed, then erupted a huge load on the back of my tongue. He let out a delicious moan, arching his back as he thrust into me. I shut my eyes in bliss, letting him ride out the wave. He groaned as he carefully withdrew so I could catch my breath. I swallowed all of it with a satisfied sigh.
Has it always tasted this good? I don't think so. It must be Weston...
"Are you all right?" Weston asked.
I smiled, licking my lips. "Perfect."
He sighed in relief. "Good. I was worried I was too rough with you."
I couldn't hold back a laugh. "You must be joking. You were the total opposite. No one's ever been that gentle with me."
A flicker of something dark crossed Weston's expression—rage, maybe—but it quickly vanished. He caressed my face. "That's over now." He paused, then asked with a softer tone, "Did you like being praised?"
"Yes," I said instantly, then blushed.
But Weston was non-judgmental as always. He grinned. "I'll remember that." He stroked his thumb over my bottom lip, making me shiver. "You really do have the prettiest lips."
My heart felt like it was going to burst.
"I think it's time to take care of you," Weston said. He slipped a hand down my side, making my skin tingle in the wake of his touch.
I bit my lip. My gaze drifted between Weston's legs and below his spent (but still half-hard) cock. His hole was wet, trickling. I had never been a huge fan of penetrating but for some reason I couldn't stop looking at him there.
I felt a strange stir in my body, but I didn't have time to wonder what it was or what it meant. Weston rearranged our bodies so that he was lying in between my legs. By the time I realized what was happening, my face was practically on fire.
I wasn't used to my partners reciprocating my needs. The fun and games tended to be over once my past partners had finished, leaving me frustrated and annoyed. To see Weston's head between my thighs sent an anticipatory thrill through me.
"Y-you don't have to," I said half-heartedly. If I was being honest with myself, I wanted it. Badly. In hindsight, I realized I was tired of forsaking my own needs for other people’s. I wanted to be taken care of, too.
But Weston wasn't one of my exes. He wasn't doing this just to make me shut up and stop whining. I could tell from the glint in his eyes that hewantedto do this.
"Lie back, baby," Weston said.
I heeded his command automatically. My hair sprawled out beneath me like a blanket. Evening had fallen and the air was cool now against my skin, but the intense heat radiating off of Weston like a furnace kept me warm. He didn't get down to business right away. He took his time, running his hands down my chest, appreciating my form. He stared at me like I was a work of art. It made my heart soar.
I closed my eyes, letting myself relax. I sighed contentedly. I wasn't in a hurry for release, either. This felt nice, too. I could've lain there and let Weston massage me with his warm hands all night.
But when they trailed closer to my throbbing cock, I sucked in a soft breath. The moan that came out of me when Weston wrapped his hand around it was embarrassing, but I didn't have it in me to care. Weston never made me feel ashamed about that sort of thing. With him, I could just exist.
His touch was electric. Jolts of pleasure prickled up my whole body as he slowly pumped my cock. I bit my lip, trying not to whimper from how good it felt, but I eventually gave up. There was no point. Weston had broken the dam holding me back. As he alternated firm, slow strokes with quicker ones, I lost my mind. I threw my head back and wailed with pleasure, not caring who or what heard.
And then he wrapped his lips around me.
My vision blurred. I blinked, barely seeing the sky above me.What the hell am I staring at the sky for?I thought, feeling stupid. I craned my neck to look at Weston instead. He was busy engulfing my cock with his gorgeous lips.
Yeah, that's a much better sight.
It was silly, but I wanted to be touching him more. I weakly reached out a hand. I only had a moment to wonder if he would understand what I wanted before Weston reached back. He held my hand, intertwining our fingers. It was so sweet I could've melted.
