Lily
Wesley raises an eyebrow, considering my proposal. “And how do you think that will work? What happens when one of us catches feelings?”
“We will end it,” I say firmly, though inside, I’m not sure if I could actually go through with it.
Wesley is quiet for a while, the sizzling of the pan the only sound in the room. “You know, I’ve been thinking about it too,” he admits, turning to face me. “I can’t seem to get you out of my head either.”
My heart skips a beat. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Wesley nods. “Maybe we could give it a try, but we need to establish some ground rules. No emotions can be involved, and the sex only happens when we both want it.”
I nod, feeling excited and nervous all at once. “Okay,” I say, knowing full well that this could either be the worst or best decision of my life.
Wesley comes over to me, smirking as he lifts up my chin with his finger. “Do you think you can handle not falling in love with me, Lily?”
I meet his gaze, feeling a fierce desire rising up within me. “I can handle anything you throw my way, Wesley,” I reply, my voice low and sultry.
He chuckles, trailing his fingers down the side of my neck and over my collarbone. “Good,” he murmurs before leaning in to capture my lips in a searing kiss.
I moan softly, feeling his hands roaming over my body as he pins me against the wall. This man is pure fire, and I’m already burning just from his touch.
We break the kiss long enough to shed the rest of our clothes, and then it’s back to exploring each other with wild abandon. Every touch, every caress, sends bolts of pleasure shooting through me, and I find myself craving more of him with every passing second.
We end up on the kitchen floor, entangled in each other’s arms as I wildly kiss his lips and then move down to his neck and, ultimately, his nipple. I press my tongue against it, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.
Wesley’s next breath hisses from his lungs, and I have to bite back my moan of breathless excitement. In the next moment, though, my moan turns to frustration because he pushes me away, scooting backward on the floor with a chuckle. “My nipple, really, Lily?”
“What?” I close the distance between us or try to. Wesley scoots away, and I groan. “I’m trying to seduce you,” I tell him. “Are you saying I can’t play with your nipples? Or...or are you changing your mind about this?”
His eyes soften as if he can somehow feel my growing insecurity, and he sighs. “Neither... I’m just extremely sensitive there and haven’t had anyone play with them this much before, I guess.”
“Well, then your past lovers must have been blind because that body of yours?” I shamelesly whistle. “Damn.”
His lips twitch with amusement as he sits there, hands on the floor as he leans backward, abs on full display. “Pretty sure you’re just a pervert.”
I grin at him, crawling closer. “Guilty as charged,” I reply with a wink. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not enjoying it, right?”
Wesley leans back on his elbows, watching me with a mixture of amusement and desire. “Just be careful,” he warns, “or I might have to turn the tables on you.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” I say before swiftly moving forward to take one of his nipples into my mouth. Wesley’s sharp intake of breath tells me that I’ve hit the mark, and I use my tongue to tease him, running it around the nipple in slow circles.
He groans softly, closing his eyes as his hands come up to tangle in my hair. “You’re going to be the death of me, Lily,” he murmurs before flipping us over so that he is on top. And even though he is bigger than me, he is gentle in a way that makes me melt.
“My turn.” He leans down, taking my lips in a heated kiss as his hands roam over my body. I shiver when he grabs my tits, caressing them with one hand while using the other to prevent himself from crushing me underneath him.
The sensations are so intense that I tremble. My fingers dig into the hard muscles of his back as I kiss him back, close to whimpering into his mouth because I need him to fill the emptiness between my legs.
As if reading my mind, Wesley breaks the kiss and moves down to my neck while cupping my swollen cunt. He uses his fingers to tease me, igniting a nip of desire deep within me that makes me gasp. I feel myself pulsing as I grow more and more desperate for his cock. My pussy is soaked, and I know that Wesley can feel it when he pushes his groin forward, brushing the bulge of it against my thighs.
“It’s better for pregnant women to be on top,” he murmurs while teasing me with the wet tip of his cock. “Getting on all our fours is another option...or placing your hands against the wall,” his lips quirk up. “Or you can ride me on a chair with your face facing the other way. The choice is yours.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, unsure which option to go with. The chair sounds sexy, but I’m worried I’m too heavy. Though, after seeing Wesley’s heavily built body, I doubt that’s going to be an issue.
“Well?” Wesley flashes me a sexy smirk. “Which option does the lady want to go with?”
For a second, I feel like the most powerful woman in the world. I hold this gorgeous, relentless, strong man in the palm of my hand. He will do whatever I ask of him. It’s a euphoric gift and one I intend to cherish.
“I want to sit on your thick, muscular thighs and have you bouncing me up and down in your lap. Hard and so fast that these,” I grab my boobs. “Jiggle like Christmas bells.”
He breathes a laugh. “Christmas bells...”
“What?”
“You’re terrible at sexy talk,” he smiles. “But that’s okay, I’m excellent at it.”
I feel myself blushing and pouting. “Oh really? Let’s hear it then. Try to make me horny by just using words.”
His lips curl up, and I watch him lean down to whisper into my ear. I’m still on my back, barely daring to breathe, when he nibbles on my ear. “You are already wet for me,” he murmurs huskily. “This won’t even be hard.”
“You talk big, but I’ve yet to see any action.”
He smiles against my skin. “Do you want me to smell and taste you before I push my cock into your tight pussy? I can smell you from here, you know. That sweet, sweet scent that is all Lily Lopez and only you. I love it.”
“Wesley,” my voice quivers.
“I wouldn’t mind being nose-deep in your pussy. If I remember correctly, you taste amazing.”
I bite back a gasp as this burning sensation spreads from my bones and finds its way to my pussy. The desire this man has evoked inside me surprises me. I wasn’t expecting to be this easily turned on by his voice.
But Wesley isn’t even done yet. He continues to whisper into my ear. “Let me give you the best orgasm of your life, Lily. One that will ruin you for other men.”
“Wesley,” I breathe out, barely able to speak now. “You...you...”
“Me?” he chuckles in a soft tone.
I swallow thickly. “You win.”
He pulls back from my face and a flash of surprise lights up his eyes when he notices that I’m all hot and bothered. My juices are running between my thighs, and he tilts his head with this smirk that should be illegal. “Surrendering already?”
“Y-yes.”
“You want my mouth between your legs?”
I nod.
He smiles. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please.”
“Good girl.”
He dips his head and presses his tongue hard against my aching clit, making me hiss. I love that he knows exactly how much pressure I need. There are no tentative licks, only pleasure, and when he quickens his pace, my fingers wind up in his dark hair. I hope it will encourage him to keep going, which he does while lapping at my cunt like I taste better than cake.
He works in a steady rhythm, and every time I cry out in ecstasy, he focuses a little extra, adding a little more work to the area. It’s perfect. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I press down harder on his head. I need him more than ever, but to my utter horror, he moves his head away from me.
“Wesley, don’t you dare stop now…”
He grins and continues his dirty work, his tongue and lips treating my dripping wet cunt like it’s his favorite dessert in the entire world.
He moans as he buries his face between my thighs, and then I feel the tip of his tongue fuck me like he is sliding his cock into me. Did he transform his tongue? Oh God, he must have done that! His tongue is so powerful!
I bury my fingers in his hair and hold on as Wesley goes right for my G-spot, swirling his tongue over it in hard, hot circles that drive me wild. I’m so, so close.
“Wesley, I’m going to—”
I’m interrupted by my own sudden orgasm. It’s so sudden that I’m ashamed of myself. Embarrassed for coming inside his mouth with a swiftness that catches me off guard, but Wesley doesn’t seem surprised. He greedily sucks up all of my juices and continues to gently lick me clean between my legs while I’m panting up at the ceiling.
“You good?”
My eyes travel to his. Wesley look amused and extremely satisfied by having brought me to an orgasm by just using his mouth. It makes me nervous. During our first night together, I lied and said the sex wasn’t good. Now it’s painfully obvious that I was only talking shit.
“I’m more than good,” I tell him. “I’m in heaven.”
“So when you said the sex wasn’t even that good?”
I sit up and push at his chest. “Shut up, you know that I was only saying things!”
“I know,” he winks. “But I wanted to hear you say it.”
I blush. “Well, now you know.”
“Now I know,” he confirms and stands up.
I lift my eyes, confused about why he is leaving on the floor. For a moment, I worry he is going to leave, but then I come face-to-face with his huge, erect cock and realize he isn’t going anywhere. He is way too turned on by that, and I shriek when he pulls me up to my feet. It’s done with such ease that my heart almost crashes through my ribcage.
“W-what are you doing?” I ask, gasping when he picks me up into his arms.
“Bringing you to the chair,” he arches an eyebrow when I stare at him and smirks. “What? I thought you were going to ride me...or are you tired now?”
There is a challenge in his eye, and I walk straight into it. “I’m not tired in the slightest.”
He chuckles and walks over to a chair. I’m a little worried about the position. I’ve never ridden anyone’s cock while they are sitting, but Wesley seems confident. He sits down on the chair and turns me around so that I’m facing away from him. It’s a little unnerving, considering his muscular thighs are supporting my entire weight since I can’t reach the ground.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, his hands caressing my hips. He brings one hand up to cover my breasts while the other sweeps down my stomach and between my legs, massaging my sex.
“Yes,” I pant. “I trust you.”
He grips my hips and lifts me slightly off his legs as he pushes the tip of his cock into my entrance. There is so much of him that I moan. I can already feel how big he is but it’s not intimidating because I’m already wet and ready for him. His enormous cock is all that I want.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Wesley hisses into my ear. “How can you be even tighter today?”
“I haven’t played with any toys in months.”
“No?”
“No, they didn’t feel as good as your cock.”
He breathes a laugh and kisses my neck. “Fuck, Lily. You’re going to be the death of me.”
I whimper and push back against him. It’s ridiculous how much I want him. I’m already shaking, and the second he slips his whole length inside of me, I’m a goner. His cock is fantastic, swelling inside of me as he begins to lift me up and down, up and down, while pumping into me.
“So fucking good,” he rasps. “You feel so amazing wrapped around me, Lily.”
Those words are the only ones needed before I’m overwhelmed by white, hot pleasure. I moan his name and know in my mind and soul that this man has ruined me. My heart was already his, but now my body is too.