Wes shrugged. “I think tormenting and playing with youwouldmake for a fun and cute little hobby.”
At this, I was speechless. Wes’s thumb was at my mouth. He pushed inside, and I sucked. His eyes darkened, watching me. The fingers slowly and intermittently teasing my clit moved down to my opening, one long finger slowly slipping inside me.
I moaned, and Wes retracted his thumb, running it down my chin before roughly grabbing a breast.
“Fuck, Nova, I could listen to the adorable, needy sounds you make all night,” he hissed. “Finish reading so I can make you come. We’ll save discussing the last articles for another time.”
I nodded. “I am… very amenable to this change of plan.” I tripped over the words as Wes started to pump his finger in and out of me.
Wes chuckled. “Read.”
I kept going, though I continued to stumble over my words and falter as Wes played with me. Even though it was torture, I stayed thorough, continuing to ask my questions and explain when I wasn’t sure about something.
When I got to the end, I closed the notebook, and Wes inserted a second finger. He pumped so slowly, rubbing against my G-spot in a gentle coax.
“Fuck, please,” I said.
“To think, I didn’t even ask you to beg.” Wes retracted his fingers and lifted me off him. “It gives more credence to what I said earlier. We justfit.”
The words made up for his sudden absence as he carefully selected a record and left me panting on the couch.
“Lay down, head on the couch arm.”
I glanced at the album Wes placed on his record player before obeying swiftly. It was from a band I didn’t recognize,Fadedby RIVKA.
I sighed as the music filled the space, matching the energy so perfectly, it hurt. It hurt because it made even more evident a truth I was desperate not to overanalyze: I’d never felt this intensely about anyone before. Not even close. And it was only getting worse the longer we spent together, or even the time we spent apart.
Something big had been set in motion the day I met Wes. Maybe it had been fate—or maybe it had been my PicWave algorithm.
What I was starting to feel for Wes terrified me.
And, unfortunately for me, I enjoyed being scared.
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Wes knelt beside the couch. “I have no problem getting on my knees to worship you either, Nova.”
He ended my suffering in the next breath, turning my head toward him as he plunged two fingers back inside my wet, aching pussy.
“Don’t look away. Let me see your beautiful face when you come, baby,” he instructed.
My legs shook, all my muscles tensing and bracing for an inevitable explosion, an orgasm unlike any I’d had before. All of me was lost, as if I’d been forcibly stripped of all my shame, my baggage, my insecurities.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” Wes moved back to my clit, no longer teasing, instead operating with fine precision. “You followed directions so well for me tonight. And all week, with your thoughtful answers and questions.Myperfect teacher’s pet.”
Warmth flooded my stomach, satisfied. Under the light of Wes’s praise, I was chosen. My soul was saved.
“Come for me, Nova. You’ve earned it.”
Wes pulled down the top of my dress, exposing my breasts. His lips closed around a nipple, the sensation pushing me over the edge. I came hard against his fingers, crying out, overwhelmed with pleasure. The peak lasted an impressively long time, leaving me boneless and thoughtless by the time I came back down.
Wes slowly released my breast and dragged his fingers away from my clit.
Staring into Wes’s eyes, I was stunned for three long beats.
And then, something horrible happened.
