Usually when a guy removed my shirt which was just two times mind you,the room was dark and the guy, too horny to take in my rolls. Women with large hips and breasts were clearly celebrated in recent history. In reality, the guys were never truly prepared to see the sagginess of my boobs and the stretch marks that pointed towards my areolas.
I waited for Weston’s gaze to linger at my chest. Waited for his hands to hesitate briefly. I knew he wouldn’t stop what we were doing, but I expected him to be taken back by an unfiltered, fat body.
To my surprise, there was no hesitation in his hands as he unhooked my bra. His gaze lingered, but not with surprise. It was with lust.
“God, Covee,” he said in a low tone before covering my mouth with his again.
He pulled me tight against him. My nipples hardened against the softness of his t-shirt. His hands had found their way to my ass. He tugged me even closer, allowing me to feel how excited he really was.
“Lie down,” he whispered. I climbed onto the bed and watched Weston remove his shirt. His skin was tanned in the yellow lighting of my room. I admired the definition of his stomach. His pants hung low, showing off a defining V that made my pussy warm in anticipation.
“All the way down, Covee,” he told me as he crawled into the bed with me. I leaned back onto my mountain of pillows. His fingers hooked around my waistband. He pulled down my pants, discarding them on the floor.
“You forgot something,” I teased, referring to my still intact cotton underwear. I was already soaked and insanely excited for him to see me. I’m not sure what it was about Weston’s gaze, but being watched by him made me want to be seen. No more hiding in the back of classes or avoiding conversations with people. With him, I was the center, and for the first time in my life, I loved it.
“I’ll get to it,” he promised with a grin. I opened my mouth to argue, but immediately clamped it shut when his tongue found the tip of my nipple.
He teased me ruthlessly at first. The light and quick flicks of his tongue made me arch closer to the warmth of his mouth. Anytime I tried to get closer, he’d pull away. I learned very quickly that staying still would get me what I needed.
Once I was calm enough to his pleasing, Weston took my whole nipple into his mouth. My moan was loud as I involuntarily arched towards him in response. This time he didn’t pull away. Weston’s arm wrapped around my hip and held me firmly against his body. When he moved to suck the other nipple, I wrapped my legs around his waist with hopes I’d be able to feel him through his jeans. I wasn’t disappointed. I started grinding against him with a longing that wouldn’t be satisfied with so much damn fabric between us.
Weston’s hand snaked in between our bodies to find its way between my legs. Unfortunately, he stayed on the outside of my underwear. He lightly trailed his index and middle finger over my clit. Back and forth his fingers hovered, just barely touching me.
“Weston,” I pleaded while squirming underneath his feather-like touch.
My nipple was still in his mouth. He looked up at me with mischief in his eyes. Lord, he wasn’t going to make this easy.
“You wet, Cove?” He asked once he pulled away from my breast.
I nodded with a whine and barely registered his use of the nickname. Weston could call me whatever he wanted when he was touching me like this.
“Can I see?” He asked.
My breath hitched. I made a soft noise of affirmation. Weston pushed himself further down the bed until his face was level with my pussy. One of his hands was pressed against my stomach and the other nudged my thigh gently to the side so I was opening for him.
He placed a light kiss on the hem of my underwear. Then he moved further down to the spot right before my opening. His next kiss was directly on my clit. Through the fabric, I felt the heat and desire of his breath. When he kissed the same spot again, I rolled my nipple in between my fingers to highlight the pressure. Weston gave my clit one more kiss before hooking his finger around my panties and pulling them to the side.
“Stop me when you need to,” he reminded me. “No matter how good.”
I nodded and said, “Okay.”
“Or, pull me closer,” he offered with a smile.
I laughed. “Do you always talk this much when a girl is ready for you to eat her out?”
“Only when she’s this soaking wet. I enjoy seeing your clit swollen with want.”
I opened my mouth to complain, but before I could Weston’s mouth was on me. My complaint turned into a moan so loud I’m sure I could be heard clean throughout campus.
This guy was possibly going to be the death of me.
Chapter 16
I wantedto see Weston on the football field. If he was even half as dedicated to the sport as he was at eating me out, then he had to be a beast.
His tongue was flat when he first covered my clit. He moved up and down, rubbing the middle of it across me. At first, I couldn’t take it. My clit was extremely sensitive, so I squirmed underneath his unrestrained touch. He gazed up at me to see if I was actually pulling away. When he realized my movement was because I could barely take in the pleasure and not because I didn’t want it, he gripped onto my waist and held me still.
Locked in his grasp, I couldn’t cower. The only thing I could do was bite my lip. My throat ached as I held back a whimper. Weston didn’t seem to like that I was trying to keep silent. He reached up with one hand to rub my nipple gently between two fingers. The hard pressure of his mouth mixed with the light touch on my breast made my body desperate for release.
