Page 68 of Our Tricks

I moaned into his kiss, fisting his shirt with my hands. “I want you,” I whispered against his lips when he let me breathe.

“We don’t have time,” Wes reasoned.

Pushing against him, he took a step back, then another, and another until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed. Using all my strength, I hooked a foot behind his and shoved, knocking him on his back. He bounced once on the mattress as I shoved off my leggings and crawled on top of him.

“You weren’t wearing underwear this whole time?” Wes observed with a groan.

Grabbing the front of his jeans, I undid them and worked his cock free of his boxers. “Didn’t you hear me say I was running out of clean clothes?”

Slowly, I stroked his velvety cock in my hand, making him hiss and arch into my touch. “Fuck, I’ve been rock hard since I saw what you were wearing last night. No matter how often I tried to take care of it myself, it wouldn’t fucking relax.”

Dipping my head, I ran my tongue from balls to tip. “I think I can help you with that.”

Taking him deep into my mouth, I almost made it to the root of his dick before I gagged and pulled back. Swallowing him down a few more times, I managed to kiss the skin at the bottom of his shaft.

“Holy fuck, you keep doing that, and I’m going to burst before I get to feel your pussy wrapping around my cock,” Wes muttered as he dragged me up his body, capturing my mouth with his.

As he kissed me, I reached down, grabbing his cock in my hand and holding it steady as I slid down the length letting him slowly fill me. I felt a little raw after everything last night, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from having this moment with him. While I fucking loved that the guys were all in on the group sex, I still valued these moments with just the two of us. As they say, too much of any good thing makes it less special.

“Ah, Dax, I love how tight you are, and the feel of you wrapped so tightly around my cock has got to be one of the best feelings in the world,” Wes said as he brushed the hair out of my face as we simply took a moment to enjoy being connected together in the most intimate way. “Will you ride me, my heart? Take what you want because I’ll always give it to you.”

I shivered at his request and pushed up on his chest so I was looking down at him. Slowly, I rolled my hips in a circular motion making him growl and grab my hips. There was something utterly intoxicating in knowing you could drive a man wild with such simple movements. Putting my weight on my hands, I rocked my hips, lifting off him and then shoving back down at a steady pace. Tossing my head back, I took my pleasure like he’d asked me to.

Seating myself on him, I rocked back and forth quickly, letting him stroke deep inside me, making us both let out muted cries as we tried not to let the others know what we were doing up here. Wes slid his hands under my shirt and pushed up the sports bra I’d been wearing to knead my breasts.

“Be gentle,” I warned as my tender flesh burned. “They got a lot of attention last night.” His hands stilled, but before he could remove them, I slapped my own over them. “I didn’t say you couldn’t touch them, my shadow, only to be gentle.”

His worry eased, and he lightened up on the pressure as he fondled them, letting the pad of his thumbs glide over my nipples. Arching into his touch, I sped up my movements feeling my climax building.

“You’re the most beautiful woman, my heart, and I’m one of the lucky fuckers who gets to claim you as mine,” Wes growled out as he started to move his hips, meeting my downward motion to reach even deeper levels of bliss.

“I’m close,” I warned, slipping a hand between my legs to stroke my clit.

Wes released my breasts then pulled me down, crushing me to his chest. “Me too,” he grunted as he bent his knees so he could rest his feet on the mattress giving him more leverage to pound into me.

Our mouths found each other as we let out cries of pleasure, feeding off the sounds as we both fell over the cliff into euphoria as we came. My body shuddered like it was remembering what had been done last night as Wes lost himself inside me. It was an odd thing to love being filled with their cum, but it just fulfilled something deep inside me to have that experience. We lay there for a moment panting, his warm breath stirring strands of damp hair that stuck on my forehead.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how bad I needed that until now,” Wes murmured with a chuckle. “Thought I was going to be suffering from blue balls forever.”

I gave a snort at that overdramatic declaration. “What, like I was never gonna fuck you again? Come on, we both know that’s never gonna be a problem. Fuck, all you need to do is crook a finger at me with that look in your eyes, and I’m dripping wet and needy.”

“Really, that so?” Wes drawled as he stroked the hair off my face tucking it behind my ear. “I’ll have to keep that in mind… it’s a mighty powerful skill to have. Wouldn’t want to give you the wrong impression in the middle of something important.”

“You mean like right now?” I teased and pushed up. Dropping a kiss on his lips, I rolled off him, slid off the bed, snatched my leggings, and dashed to the bathroom.

Wes strolled into the bathroom, not bothered by the fact his cock was just hanging out of his jeans as he grabbed a washcloth to clean up with. That should not be as sexy as I think it is right now, knowing I was cleaning up the fact I’d just finished fucking him. Lord, had my libido always been this high, or had the guys made it worse?

Cleaned up and back in my leggings, Wes smirked as he sat looking at something on his phone.

Walking over, I peered at the screen and let out a bark of laughter.

Cognac: Seriously man not cool

Picasso: What the hell! Should she even be having sex right now?

Void: You owe me ten bucks. I knew she’d never be able to be quiet.

Eagle: When you’re done, we’d like your thoughts on a few things.