Page 109 of The Pact

Wesley’s on his knees, slipping my feet through the fabric, tossing them somewhere near the shorts he discarded earlier.

He doesn’t come back to me right away. Instead, he stares down at my pussy like he’s admiring it. I’ve never had a man look at me this way. Usually, they’re too busy trying to shove their dick in so they can get off.

Wesley’s appreciation makes my pulse speed up and my skin heat.

As much as I love seeing how he’s looking at me, I need his mouth. Now.

I reach up and pull on his shirt so that he comes back down to me. He wastes no time. Wes runs his tongue over the length of me, taking his time to savor my taste. He circles me, over and over, making me writhe in agonizing pleasure. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I gasp and push deeper into him. “Oh fuck. Fuck…Wes,” I chant. The pressure builds quickly.

His hand grips my thigh, fingers digging in, forcing my leg to stay open. With his other hand, he’s circling my entrance with a finger. He dips in a little, testing to see how easily I can take it.

I’ve fucked Cole recently, so I’m not nearly as tight as I was after my year of abstinence. He’s easily able to slide his finger in. While his tongue laps and sucks my clit, he pumps in and out of me. Then, he adds a second finger. He gets more resistance this time, although it isn’t long before he’s coated in my wetness and picking up the rhythm.

My skin feels like it’s on fire and my muscles are tensing as I come close to the edge. “Yes, I’m almost there,” I encourage. Wesley listens. He keeps his pace the same, waiting for me to fall into oblivion.

And it hits me in a burst of intense waves.

Wesley pulls his fingers out quickly, replacing them with his mouth. His tongue pushes inside of me, eager to taste the fruits of his labor. He doesn’t stop until my body is limp and my breathing is ragged.

When he pulls away, I prop myself up again and find his satisfied grin glistening with my come. And fuck me, it’s so sexy.

He gets to his knees. Instantly, I notice his cock pushing against his sweats. I don’t know if I want to fuck him or suck him off. Either way, I reach for him, but he pulls away. “What’s wrong?” I ask. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt my ego.

“Nothing, blue eyes. I...” Wes runs his hand through his hair, conflicted about something. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean? “I don’t understand,” I say instead. I close my legs, feeling self-conscious suddenly.

He sinks down onto the couch. “The things I like. The things I want to do. I don’t want to hurt you.” I tested him to see if my theory was right. He was testing me, too. To see if I could handle what he wants? Did I fail?

“You’re hurting me right now, Wesley.” I whisper the words, hating that I’m even uttering them at all. A minute ago, I was having one of the best orgasms of my life. Now I feel like I’m being tossed aside.

Wesley reaches out, but I pull away, needing to shield my heart. He doesn’t allow it. His hands grip my arms and he drags me into his lap. The feel of his erection is a painful reminder that this won’t go any farther tonight. He wraps his arms around me and buries his face into my neck.

“This isn’t about you, Thea. This is about me and wanting to protect you.”

I’m rigid in his arms. “You don’t have to protect me from yourself. I trust you.”

He sighs into my neck. “I know you do.”

Pulling away, he grips my chin, making me look him in the eyes. “I’m not saying never. I’m saying not tonight.”

I know I should believe him. I should respect that he wants to take this slow, but when that all-consuming desire to have him completely is denied, it’s hard not to feel upset.

We sit there for a while, silently. My frustration slips away into exhaustion at some point and Wesley settles us into the couch, throwing the blanket over us.

I fall asleep quickly, though not restfully. His words rattle around in my head all night long. “I’m not saying never. I’m saying not tonight.”

WESLEY

Her soft snores are adorable. She fought off sleep for a while, but eventually gave in. Now, she’s cuddled up against my chest and as much as I want to sleep, all I can do is stare at her. I don’t want to feel this way. It’s terrifying. Although I can’t help it.

The familiar feeling of attraction shifting to something deeper is setting in. It’s happening so quickly, I almost didn’t recognize it.

As soon as I started letting my walls down, she rushed right in and claimed what I’ve been protecting for years. I can’t tell her this, not yet. I barely want to admit it myself.

The ache from hurting her tonight is growing. That look in her eyes when I wouldn’t have sex with her nearly killed me. I want to. I don’t think there’s anything I want more. But, I have specific desires that I’m afraid will scare her away.

Logically, I know I should tell her upfront. It’ll hurt less if I explain it to her now and she can’t handle it. If I let this feeling continue to grow, her leaving will throw me into a tailspin. I’m not sure it won’t now.

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