“Holy crap,” I murmured as he sped up. He was right, I was crying for a better reason. “God.”
Weston pulled away for the briefest moment to say, “I thought I told you to scream my name.”
I laughed. “I didn’t want to be too loud.”
He gave me a teasing lick before saying, “We agreed to have rules.”
I stifled another moan and said, “You really that strict?”
“I just love the sound of my name on your lips,” he confessed. “It’s vice versa, isn’t it?”
There was no protest from me because he started sucking again. Both of his hands moved to my thighs, coaxing me to spread wide with my knees stretched towards my breasts. When he was satisfied, I would stay still enough for him to continue sucking, he released one thigh and placed two fingers inside of me. His pumps were slow and careful.
“Harder,” I told him as I started moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers.
He sped up a little and added another finger. My bottom lip was sore from me biting on it to hold back screams. Fuck it.
“Weston,” I whimpered. He looked up at me without removing his fingers or mouth.
I was getting close now. My pussy began contracting against his fingers. I told him I was almost there, and he turned his fingers upward to press against the back of my clit. The front and back simulation made my ears ring.
“Oh my god,” I moaned and in an unguarded voice screamed, “God, Weston!”
Right as those words left my lips, I heard the front door close. Taylor’s voice could be heard clearly through the apartment. She had company. My body was already reaching its threshold, and it refused to stop. No matter how much I tried to quiet the moan, noise left my mouth. Weston refused to pull away in complete devotion to seeing me finish.
He held me as the orgasm hit. And even as the feeling subsided, he continued sucking, drawing the moment out. My cheeks were wet with tears. I could hear Taylor and her friends talking while Weston continued to help me ride the last waves of my orgasm.
“That’s my girl,” he said once he broke away from me. I laughed softly as he licked his lips. My pussy continued pulsing from the aftermath.
“Weston-” I started but cut short when there was a knock at the door.
“Hey, Coco?” Taylor called.
“Oh, my god,” I whispered with complete dread and covered my head with a pillow.
“I got it,” Weston offered.
“Oh, my god,” I repeated with more urgency. “No. She’ll see you.”
“Then, hopefully, she’ll take a hint and go away.” He laughed as he handed me a blanket to cover up. I opened my mouth to protest again, but he was already unlocking the door. He hadn’t even paused to put on his shirt.
“I thought I heard -” Taylor stopped short when she realized it wasn’t me, she was talking to.
Weston opened the door wide enough for her to see his body, but not enough for her to see me hastily covering myself on my bed. I watched him adjust the door, closing it slightly when she tried to peer inside.
“Weston.” Her voice sounded light and loud. She wanted whoever was in the kitchen to hear her. And they did because the talking up there stopped.
“How’s it going?” Weston greeted in his usual calm tone.
“What are you… I mean, wow, you’re here…” Taylor was experiencing something I never thought possible for her. She was speechless.
I watched Weston cock his head to the side, waiting for her to put together a coherent sentence.
Taylor finally decided on asking, “With Coco? Again?”
Weston paused for a second to take it in. “Yeah. Again.”
“Cool,” Taylor said with an exhale. The tone indicated it was not, in fact, cool with her.
