Chapter Twenty-six

Scarlet

If my arms weren’t wrapped around Weston’s neck, my weakened knees might have given out. He’s standing before me, with one hand wrapped in my hair and the other planted on the base of my back, fingers inching down my ass. His legs are slightly spread, hips close to mine.

I open my mouth to tell him I’ve been ready for him to fuck me, but no words come out. I’m breathless before him, excited and intimidated all at the same time. Tingles are running rampant through my body, and I’m as hot as I am cold from the chilly night air.

He steps forward, closing the distance between us. His hard cock presses against me, and holy shit, that thing is big. I shouldn’t be surprised since he towers over me. Every aspect of Weston is big, and his cock is no exception. I bring my hand down, fingers trembling, and feel its length through his pants. Wes grunts, pushing himself forward. It will be a tight fit inside of me, and the thought of having him push that big dick all the way in makes a shiver run down my spine.

“Do you want this?” he says, voice low.

“Yes.” The word escapes my lips in a single breath. Wes brings his head back down to kiss me again. The desperation is here again, and I can’t get enough of him fast enough. But this time is different. This time we’re not going to stop. We’re going to go all the way, and Lord help me, I want it.

I want him.

I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

Desire for him swells inside of me, growing hotter and hotter. It’ll only take a spark to start this fire, and I know we’re going to burn hot and bright together. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they kiss, and I knew the first time Weston kissed me that he’s the kind of man who takes his damn time.

I push up against him, lips crashing against his. His fingers press into my ass and a guttural growl comes from deep inside his throat, vibrating against my lips. I moan, growing wetter by the second.

There’s no going back after tonight. We can’t ignore this kiss like we did last time. We’re in too deep, feeling too much. Wes picks me up as if I weigh nothing and strides forward, pressing my back against the wall. His cock is so hard beneath me, fighting against his jeans. I slide my hand up the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair, and buck my hips against his.

I’m so wound up and turned on, but it’s more than that. The connection is emotional as well as physical, and my heart is yearning for his to beat along with mine just as much as my clit begs to be touched. I don’t want to think about it and risk ruining the moment, though something tells me nothing could ruin this moment. Zombies could be scratching at the door and I wouldn’t be fazed. Not when this monster cock is rubbing over my clit, nearly bringing me to come right here and now.

He grinds himself against me, and my dress bunches up around my ass. I’m so wet that if he reaches down, he’ll be able to feel it through my panties. Taking his lips off mine, he kisses my neck, sucking at my skin in a way that drives me crazy. Pleasure shoots through me, going right to my pussy. It pulses, needing to be touched. I rub myself against him again, needing to come before I explode.

“Wes,” I pant, letting my head fall to the side. I don’t know how he’s standing so steady, supporting all my weight nonetheless. His hands are under my ass, fingers digging into my skin.

As suddenly as he picked me up, Wes puts me back on my feet. For a split second my heart stops, thinking he’s having second thoughts and is going to pull away, taking his body away from mine. It would be as painful as sucking all the oxygen out of the air, which is basically what he does to me anyway.

He takes it all away and the only way to breathe is to put my mouth on his and inhale him all in. I swallow hard, pulse bounding, and stare at him. My lips are parted, and I’ve never felt so empowered and so helpless at the same time. This beast of a man is standing in front of me. I’m so small compared to him, yet I know he’s as much of a slave to the desire to lose ourselves in each other as I am.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees, pushing my dress up to my stomach. I lean back against the wall, gasping. My breasts rise and fall rapidly, and I look down, watching him slowly slide a hand up my leg.

He starts at the inside of my knee, touching my soft flesh with only his fingertips. I shiver from his touch, and every single nerve in my body is humming with pleasure. My eyes flutter shut, and I surrender to him.

I’m usually the one who stays in power, who always has to be on top. But not tonight. Weston won’t allow it even if I tried, and being with a man who’s as gentle and caring as he is domineering and demanding is throwing me for a loop, and it feels so fucking good.

Slowly, he slides his hand up the back of my thigh, pushing his fingers up inch by inch until they’re right below my entrance. I’m burning hot for him and don’t know how much of this teasing I can handle before I bring my foot up, push it against his chest, and force him back so I can climb on top.

No one has ever made me this wound up before, and I’m entirely sure it’s because no one has ever made me feel this much outside of the bedroom before. Wes has done something to me, damn him. He didn’t mean to, didn’t set out to get under my skin and into my heart.

But he did, and now I want him in every way possible.

He pushes his hand up to my ass and brings me to his face. I’m trembling with anticipation, almost nervous to take things to the next step with him. I’ve been with my fair share of lovers, but no one compares to Weston. He’s uncharted territory, and the thrill of setting sail in unfamiliar waters is shadowed only a bit by the fear of not being enough for him.

I want to offer him everything. I want to give him all of me.

“Ohhh,” I moan when his lips gently brush over my stomach. He kisses me softly, and my entire body hums in rhythm to him. He moves closer, parting my legs, and I reach out, grabbing the edge of his dresser to steady myself.

And then he moves in, slipping his hand up under my panties and pushing them to my side. There’s no easing into it. No warning. His tongue lashes out against my clit and my mouth falls open, but I’m unable to make a sound.

He licks and sucks, speeding up and slowing down, going at me hard and soft and he’s paying attention to my reaction the entire time, taking note of what I like better, and then he does it again. And again. And again.

I feel the orgasm coiling tight inside of me, and he brings his free hand up, nails dragging over the flesh of my ass and pushes a finger inside of me. He rubs against my inner walls, finding my g-spot. He pushes against it, holding the pressure there for a moment before releasing. Holy shit. I press my head against the wall behind me. This feels so fucking good.

He does it again, moving his fingers in more of a circular motion. It’s a different stimulation, one that sends another wave of pleasure through me. Part of me thinks it’s going to all come crashing down soon, and I’ll be left with female blue-balls. Because this build-up is too good. And things that are too good to be true usually are.

“Ohhh my god,” I moan, and everything inside of me becomes alive. Weston sucks my clit, while at the same time he flicks his tongue against it. He continues to finger-fuck me, rubbing my g-spot with two fingers. If my eyes were open, they’d roll back in my head.

My mouth is hanging open, and I grip tighter onto the dresser, feeling my knees threaten to buckle. If I fall, he’ll stop, and having him take his mouth off my pussy would be a sin right now.

I need to come.

He knows it, and as soon as I’m close, he pulls back.

“Wes,” I growl, trying to find my voice. I reach down with my free hand and take a tangle of his hair, keeping his head against me. “Weston Dawson,” I say, forcing my eyes open. “If you stop—”

“What?” He looks up with so much lust in his eyes I could drown. “What will you do if I stop?”

Holy fuck, this man. I arch my back, pushing my pussy forward and in his face.

“If you stop, I’ll be forced to finish myself while you watch, and then I won’t let you lay a finger on me.”

Wes inhales and dives back in with an open mouth. He licks and sucks with fury, and only a minute later I’m hardly able to hold myself up. The orgasm rolls through me, slow at first and then crashing in with fury. It floods every part of me, making my toes curl and my ears ring. I come so hard wetness spills from me.

“Holy shit,” he pants, wiping his face.

“Should I be sorry?” I pant as stars dot my vision.

“Hell no. You are so fucking sexy, Scarlet.”

I rapidly blink, still floating on ecstasy. I pitch forward, hands landing on Weston’s broad shoulders. He stands, scooping me up. I’m like a rag doll in his hands. He brings me to the bed, gently laying me down. He moves on top of me, parting my legs and moving between.

I’m still fully dressed, with damp thighs and wet panties. He brushes my messy hair back, kissing me so that I taste myself on his lips. I feebly reach for the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it up over his head. It’s a moot point; I’m not fully functional yet. My pussy is still spasming from the intense orgasm he just gave me, and we’re not even close to being done.

“Weston,” I breathe, so quiet I’m not sure if he can hear me.

“Scarlet,” he whispers back, holding himself over me. I swallow hard and bite my lip.

Reaching down, I undo the button on his jeans, freeing his massive cock. The sheer size of that thing is hardly contained by his boxers, and it feels so fucking good in my hand. I push his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. I let my eyes fall shut, waiting until my heart stops racing to sit up. I plant my hands on Weston’s muscular chest and give him a shove. He’s so big and so solid he doesn’t move.

Instead, he takes my hands, moves them aside, and flips me over onto my stomach. With a slap to my ass, he gathers the hem of my dress in one hand and slips the other under the band of my panties. I arch my back, making it easy for him to pull them off me.

“Sit up,” he grunts, and I obey without question. Licking his lips, he eyes me up and down. I push onto my knees, looking at his cock in all its massive glory. Precum wets the tip, spilling down the thick shaft.

Weston grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head. He groans with want when he sees me. He inches closer, running a hand up and over my breasts. The dress I was wearing required a pushup bra, and I’m looking all cleavagey right now, with my tits pushed up and together. He brings his head in to my breasts, kissing his way up along my collarbone. With deft fingers, he unhooks my bra.

I hold the cups against me, slowly letting the straps fall down one at a time. Weston waits, licking his lips with anticipation. I smile coyly, watching his face as I let my bra fall to the mattress. He sweeps his hands over me, thumbs circling my nipples.

“You’re beautiful,” he says and moves back to me, kissing me with fervor. I’m on my knees, naked before this man, but I’m anything but shy. I push him back, wanting to level the playing field. He needs to be naked too.

Biting my lip, I inch forward, hands going to his pants. I pull them the rest of the way down, after struggling to get them over his ass, Wes gets impatient and yanks them off.

“Your shirt,” I say, leaning back a bit. “Take it off.”

Wes looks me right in the eye and gives me a devilish smile before pulling his shirt over his head.

I want him to go down on me again, make me come so hard the entire world falls off its axis again. But there’s another thing I want more than coming so hard nothing else matters.

Him.

I want to feel him push inside me. I want to join together, even briefly, and exist as one. It’s fucking lame, I know, but dammit, I’m craving him like a starving man craves food.

“I need you,” I whisper, body coming alive at the thought of that big, muscular man lying down on top of me. “Now.”

“You’re sure?” he asks, and having him make sure I’m good with this is such a turn on.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life.”

He lets out a growl and moves on top of me, spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go and lining his cock up to my entrance. He pauses, kissing me first, and then pushes that big cock inside of me.

He fills every single inch, and I cry out with pleasure as he pulls out only to push back in. I bend my knees, hooking a leg around him. He rocks his hips, thrusting in and out slowly at first and then speeding up his movements. He’s doing everything he can not to come right now, and I’m getting closer and closer to coming again myself. My eyes are shut, and my head is to the side. I have one hand on Westin’s ass, feeling him drive that big dick in and out of me.

The other hand is gripping the sheets beneath us. Because I’ve never felt anything this intense in my whole life. I’m not just having amazing sex with Weston. We have a connection, and being together like this only furthers that.

I squeeze the leg that’s wrapped around him, bringing myself up against him. Wes moans, head falling forward. He buries it in my neck, teeth nipping at my skin. Then he pushes in balls deep, biting at my neck as he comes. Feeling his cock pulse inside of me pushes me over the edge, and I dig my nails into his skin as I climax again.

Weston holds himself in me for a moment and then moves back, holding himself above me just enough to look into my eyes. Brushing my hair back, he kisses me softly and pulls out, lying down on the mattress next to me.

We’re more than aware of the mess we’ve made, but neither of us cares. Weston pulls me into his arms, spooning his body against mine. We stay like that for a moment, neither of us wanting to move. But I have to pee, so I force myself up and hurry to the bathroom. I clean myself up and dash back to bed. Wes pulled the covers down, and I climb in next to him.

Moonlight spills in through the window, illuminating Weston’s face. I sit up, sheet falling off my shoulder, and gently brush his hair back. My heart is still hammering away in my chest, breasts rising and falling. I’ve never felt so much with anyone before.

I’ve never let myself.

I’ve been afraid, though laying here next to Wes, I don’t know what I was afraid of.

“Tired?” I ask him, snuggling back down against his muscular chest.

“Not really.” He folds me up in his arms, and it’s like I’m where I’m supposed to be. Where I’m meant to be. Soon enough, the effects of the intense orgasms he just gave me will wear off and the gravity of the situation will hit me.

Whether or not I’ll survive impact is still up in the air.

But I do know I want to survive it. Even though I’ve stayed in the same place for so long, I’ve spent my whole life running. Trying to escape what was right in front of me, and it’s not until this very moment that I realize I was running in circles.

“Are you?” His lips brush against the back of my neck as he talks.

“No, but I don’t plan on getting up any time soon.” I roll over and hook my leg over his. He sweeps his hand across my waist, splaying his fingers over the small of my back. I push one arm under his pillow, pulling myself closer to him. He kisses my forehead, and I close my eyes, relishing his warmth.

“We should have done this the first time I kissed you,” Wes says softly.

“We’re quite good at it,” I say, nuzzling my head against him. “We could have been doing it the whole time. But that’s okay because we get to keep doing it now.” I don’t realize what I’m saying until it’s said. I’m implying we’re taking thing to the next level, that we’re in a relationship more than boss and employee now.

He’s my boyfriend.

Previously, the thought would have made me go running for the hills without a look back. But now…now things are different. Wes is different.

He made me different.

Or maybe…maybe he brought out exactly who I always was. Who I was always meant to me. He showed me that there’s nothing to fear, that surrendering to someone isn’t scary. It’s exhilarating. It’s freeing.

That admitting I’m happier with him doesn’t make me weak. It makes me stronger, and having my heart beat right along his is the thing I was missing my whole life. He makes me want to be a better person and leave the past behind me. He even makes me think it’s possible to move on and start over.

Simply put, he makes me happy. Nothing will bring me down from the high I’m on right now.

“Scarlet, we need to talk.”