“Well, I was going to eat you, but I think I’ll use my fingers to get you off instead. You’re already so close, so fucking turned on.”
“I-I thought you wanted to taste me?”
“Oh, I will,” Weston assured, a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “But first, you’re going to come.” I circled my hips around his hand, wanting more. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need from me. Use me to get exactly what you want.”
I moaned, that sweet sound filling our ears.
But then Lennon was there again, his voice intruding intoour intimacy. “Okay, I’m back! It might take a minute to get the handle fixed since it’s dark.”
My eyes shot open and flicked back to the door before dropping to Weston again. I pulled away the tiniest bit, afraid and worried.
Weston gripped the back of my thigh with one hand and kept me in place. His fingers continued to work me, pulling me closer to that overwhelming sensation that was slowly overtaking me.
“Are you two good in there? Christ, I can’t believe this happened,” muttered Lennon through the door.
When I went to answer to let Lennon know we were okay, Weston slid his fingers down my slit and over my lips. My heart thumped erratically in my chest, but my headache was no longer at the forefront of my mind. Instead, all I saw were images of Weston and me. Us together.
Sweaty.
Naked.
Delirious.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I chanted, trembling against Weston’s touch.
Lennon must have heard me. “What was that?”
“What?”
“You said something, but it’s kind of hard to hear anything through the door.”
“Oh…” I trailed off. “I was just?—”
Weston’s fingers slid straight inside me, and I swear, I lost my breath entirely. His thick, flawless fingers that spent countless hours writing and perfecting code were inside me, reaching for that spot that would undoubtedly make me fall face first.
“Finish your sentence, Olivia,” Weston ordered quietly, his fingers pulling out before thrusting back in again. He wasslow until he wasn’t. Before I knew what was happening, he was finger fucking me with one hand while his other circled tight knots on my swollen clit.
“I didn’t really say anything,” I managed to get out. I couldn’t think straight. Could barely formulate words when I was a blink away from being pulled under.
“I’ll have you out in a minute,” Lennon promised.
“Time’s ticking,” Weston said.
“I know,” I hissed in a whisper. It sounded more like a whine.
“Break for me,” he said around a groan. “Show me what you look like when you let go, when you’re vulnerable, when you give yourself over.” His eyes flicked between my face and my pussy. “I wish you could see how unremarkably stunning you are. How pretty your pussy looks with my hand manipulating it. How gorgeous your cheeks look all flushed the way they are.” His tongue darted out and swiped over his lips. “I thought I liked it when you smiled, but that look you’re giving me right now… Nothing will ever compare to it.”
Stars lit in my vision, streaking through the clouds of my mind as my body shuddered and convulsed. My orgasm ripped through me like a lightning streak exploding in the sky.
He continued fucking me through it, drawing it out for as long as it could possibly go. A tiny, little whimper—one I tried to contain but failed at—split from my parted lips.
“Good fucking girl,” Weston praised before pulling his hand away. My chest heaved through breaths. His face was right there in the next second, his tongue sweeping through my pussy lips as he drank in every last drop that came out of me. He plunged his tongue deep inside, stealing everything, ruining me for everyone else.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my gaze flicking to the door when I heard the shake of the handle.
He swooped his tongue higher then, swiping it over my clit a few times before pinching it between his lips. My hand darted out for his hair. But this time, I gripped it hard as I rolled myself over his greedy mouth.
A throaty groan vibrated out of him and that hand that gripped my leg a minute ago tightened. He squeezed me so hard, I was sure it’d leave a bruise and match the one on my hip, but I loved it. Was desperate for it. For him.
