Weston shook his head as he circled my clit slowly. I arched my back. My nipples were already hard underneath my shirt. I desperately wanted more pressure… everywhere. Unfortunately, Weston slowed down.
“You want more?” He questioned as he removed his fingers from my clit. I opened my mouth to reply but could only let out a gasp when he inserted two fingers into me.
“Please,” I begged after I caught my breath. “I just… want to feel you.”
He chuckled, still pumping his fingers in and out. “Every inch?”
My skin burned. I nodded, suddenly too shy to take part in dirty talk. Weston didn’t seem to mind. He removed his fingers and reached down to unbuckle his belt.
“Promise me something, Cove?” he asked as the metal from his belt buckle clashed against his car. It was the loudest sound in this empty parking lot.
“What’s that?” I searched his face, trying to get a hint at where his mind was going.
“I won’t have to convince you to scream my name this time.” He unzipped his pants.
My stomach jumped. All I could do was nod.
“You really don’t look like a rule-breaker,” Weston observed as he cupped my chin and kissed me roughly. I responded by pulling him closer and sucking on his bottom lip. “But, shit. You are.”
I frowned when I pulled away. “Hardly as much as you.”
He grinned. “Touché.”
Chapter 25
“Tell me, Cove,”Weston said in a rough whisper. “How do you want me?”
I paused, giving it some actual thought. Weston indicated his desire for submission many times. It was interesting to see a guy like him willingly being less dominant. He was clearly a leader to his teammates. There was this hidden side that crept out when we were alone. He longed to be ordered around. I think I was finally ready to give it a shot.
Weston raised his eyebrow, studying my expression. “Are you finally ready to take it?”
I hooked my leg around his waist and forced him to lay on his back. As I mounted him, I could feel his crotch grow harder underneath me. I pinned his wrist over his head. He could easily tug out of my weak grasp, but he remained still, enjoying the restraint.
“You are.” He grinned. His mouth was still open when I leaned down to kiss him. The moan he released made me respond by rocking back and forth against him.
“My pocket,” he said once I pulled away from him. “Front one.”
I gave him a curious look. He winked back.
“I won’t move,” he promised with his arms still above his head. “Unless you ask.”
After releasing his wrists, I moved my fingers down to the front pocket of his pants. I tugged a square foil.
“You always carry a condom in your pocket?” I questioned, holding the packet between my fingers.
“Never know when someone might need a ride.” Weston stuck to his word and kept his arms above his head. His shirtlessness revealed an attractive line of hair starting from his belly, disappearing into his underwear.
I laughed. “You always have a quip for everything.”
“Mm,” he nodded in agreement. “For every position-”
He stopped short when I suddenly grabbed his cock through his unzipped pants. His breath hitched. For the first time, I saw what Weston Briggs looked like when he was undone. The expression made me scold myself for not doing this sooner.
“You going to take your time?” He questioned when I pulled away.
I tilted my head to the side to study his pleading expression. “You don’t look like you’d be able to last if I’m being honest.”
He opened his mouth, looking offended. “Cove, I’ll last as long as you want me to.”
