“Truth,” he said.
I decided to go for the kill. “Why were you really quiet this morning? And you can’t lie. You have to tell me the truth.”
His face reddened.
What the fuck?
“Dare,” he finally said.
My pulse raced. “Why won’t you admit it?”
“Admit what?”
“That you’re having regrets about what’s happened between us.”
He shook his head. “I promise, it’s not that, Juliette, all right?” Wes let out a long breath. “We all have our moments, days even where we don’t feel our best. The important thing is that the moment passed. So please, just put it out of your mind.” His eyes seared into mine. “Now I’m ready for a dare.”
Rather than pry, I remembered what my mother had said about not pushing things. I chose to let it go. And anyway, as the seltzer went to my head, I found myself hornier by the second. I moved over to straddle him. “I dare you to do something sexually with me that you’ve always wanted to but might be afraid to propose. No boundaries.”
His eyes widened. “Do you understand what you’re asking for when you give me that kind of liberty?”
“I do,” I whispered.
He set his beer down and held his hand out, leading me to the bedroom. He kissed me hard before he pulled back just long enough to ask, “Isanythingoff-limits?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I said as I reached down to rub my hand over his erection.
After taking off my clothes, I eagerly slipped my panties down my legs, ready to experience something new with Wes.
I lay back on the bed as he hovered over me and spread my legs.
He unsnapped my bra from the front and tossed it aside before lowering his head to my breasts, giving equal love to each one. Wes moved his mouth slowly down the length of my torso, kissing until he got to my swollen bud. He then circled his tongue around my clit, causing every nerve ending in my body to activate. He went lower, and I felt his tongue circling my asshole. It tickled alittle and felt foreign at first. Before I’d even adjusted to that feeling, he stuck his tongue ever so slightly inside to test the waters. I flinched a little. But as he kept moving his tongue in and out gently, I writhed in pleasure.
He stopped for a moment. “Does that feel okay?”
“Yes…” I breathed.
“Would you want to feelall of mein there?”
Oh. Goose bumps peppered my skin. “Yeah.” I moaned. “I wouldloveto feel that.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “I want to try everything with you.”
He looked up at me. “Do you have lube?”
I bit my bottom lip, embarrassed. “I only have coconut oil.”
His eyes widened. “Coconut oil?”
“Yeah. It’s more natural. I don’t like chemicals up my hoo-ha. I use it with my vibrator.”
“Okay, then.” He chuckled. “I’ll just imagine I’m about to fry up my cock and serve it to you.” He winked.
I reached to my bedside and grabbed the jar.
Wes chuckled as he opened it and dipped a couple of fingers inside. He slathered his shaft with the creamy white oil. “Turn around,” he said gruffly.
