Page 24 of Vesper Martinis

Hot and so fucking tight.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes and reaches up to grip my hips.

“Just like I remember,” I say, sinking deeper and deeper.

“Pierce.” Wesley moans my name, and I nearly come. Hearing his voice all gruff and needy is almost too much.

“I like it when you say my name. Say it again, baby. Tell me who’s inside you right now.”

I roll my hips as Wesley’s legs wrap around my waist, and sweat starts to gather across our skin.

“Pierce.”

“The whole thing.”

“Pierce Donnelley is inside of me,” he groans out.

I grip the headboard with one hand and his hip with the other and start fucking him. Roughly with no mercy.

“Again.”

“Pierce Donnelley is inside of me.”

“Fuck, yes, I am. This is my hole, baby, and I’m the only cock that’ll be inside of it. You want to be filled, you ask me. Got it?”

“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. Oh, God, please. Pierce. Sir. Fuck me. I need to come.” Wesley’s begging is music to my ears, and I roll my hips in a way that makes his toes curl, and his eyes roll back into his head.

Pleasure surrounds us. It’s in us. Pulsing through our veins. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears as I chase Wesley’s pleasure as well as my own.

“Come on, baby. Come on my cock. I know you want to.”

I lean down and kiss him as he comes. His body stills beneath me as I continue to fuck him through his orgasm.

“Hmm, that’s it, baby,” I groan until he’s done coming. His cum covers his abdomen and chest.

Then it’s my turn.

I pull out and flip him over and up so he’s on his knees before plunging inside him.

“Fuck!” we both cry out.

I grip his hips and start pulling him down my cock as I push inside. Wesley lets me use his ass and, based on his groans, enjoys every second of it.

It takes a few more thrusts before I still and empty myself into the condom. I shudder as the orgasm wracks through me. I groan his name and a few curses before we tumble sideways.

I keep him close to me, my hand wrapped around his chest as we catch our breath.

Chapter 8

Wesley

I wake up with the afternoon sun shining in my eyes and Pierce’s arm slung around my waist and my back against his chest. It’s warm and intimate, so I soak it in. In all likelihood, the second he wakes up, he’ll regret everything we just did.

I don’t blame him. In another world, this wouldn’t be complicated. In another world, I could confidently turn around and wake him up with soft kisses before going down on him, making him come, and then cuddling before going to get some food.

But we live in this world where he’s my boss. We got swept away in the heat of the moment of an apology that is now over. I’ve forgiven him. And now we’ll go our friendly ways, I suppose.

I feel Pierce absentmindedly rubbing his thumbs over my abs. I stay calm despite the excitement rushing through me. What I would give to be in that other world where things could be different and he wanted the same. For all I know, he just wanted to get laid.