Page 22 of Vesper Martinis
Pierce
I’ve never been in a position like this before. Never had to apologize or beg for forgiveness. I plan everything to the point where I avoid doing the wrong thing. Fuck knows I didn’t plan this.
When I came to apologize, I came here for just that, but when I saw Wesley standing there, naked, all I could think about was having him again.
There’s a small glint in Wesley’s eyes, and I can only imagine what he’s thinking.
“Maybe you should make it up to me,” Wesley says, shrugging.
A small smirk on his lips tells me what he’s thinking about. I walk over to him, face him, and place my hands on either side of his hips on the bed. I lean forward, and his breath hitches as I run my lips over his ear.
“You want me to make it up to you?” Wesley gasps when I lick the shell of his ear.
The tension in the room is thick with lust. A shift from the nervous energy of before.
I kneel down before him, undo the strings of his sweatpants, and drag them down his legs. He’s commando, so his cock springs free, slapping against his belly.
My hand tingles as I wrap it around his shaft. Despite only touching it only yesterday, I feel like I’m starving for it. I stroke up and down his length as Wesley breathes out a long breath and leans his head back.
With his hands in my hair, he brings me closer to his cock, and I stick out my tongue, licking up the side of it. Wesley hisses, and I do it again.
“Fuck me,” he moans, watching me through hooded eyes.
When I lick up his cock again, I suck on the tip, causing his hips to flex up and send more of him into my mouth. I suck his cock while my hand strokes the rest. Wesley sets the pace, and I follow him, bobbing up and down, then reaching down to cup his balls.
“Jesus…” he hisses through his teeth.
His abs tighten, his thighs flex, and his breath comes out shorter and quicker as he gets closer.
Wesley seems to get more confident because he’s now shoving me down, pushing most of his cock into my mouth, and I let him. Shivering when I feel the head of his dick bump against the back of my throat. We both groan.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come,” Wesley says, then pulls me off him.
“If you were going to come, why did you stop?” I ask, confused.
His eyes darken, and he stands up, letting me feel the full effect of his dominance over me at that moment.
Is this what it feels like when I do it to him?
“Because I want you to come inside me,” he says.
I swallow. “Are you sure?” I ask, wanting to make sure this is what he wants because once I’m inside him, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave. Not a second time.
“Yes.” He lifts me to my feet and presses his lips against mine.
Our kiss is a mixture of teeth, tongue, and lips as we undress each other. Somehow, we end up on the bed. A lot of fumbling, but when we part for a breath, I’m on top of Wesley, between his legs, and he’s on his back, reaching into his nightstand.
There’s a hint of jealousy still lurking as I think about why he has condoms in his nightstand, and Wesley sees it.
“Jealous?” he teases with a smirk.
“A little,” I say, honestly.
He pulls out a condom and hands it to me, as well as a bottle of lube.
“Well, for the record, the condoms were more wishful thinking than anything.” He leans up and brushes his lips against mine. “But just so I don’t get any ideas, it’s probably best you remind me why you own my ass.”
He lies back down, spreads his legs, and sets off a new fire in my belly.