Page 43 of Wes

We’re on the band’s plane, scattered around the lounge on seats upholstered in soft tan leather, flying to Boston for the next stop on the tour.

Logan is standing at the bar, a thing of beauty designed as a wave running along the side of the plane. He chooses one of the many bottles of top-shelf liquor and pours the whiskey into a tumbler. As he staggers to his seat beside Ally, I switch my stare to her. Her concern as she watches him breaks my heart. She offers me a weak smile when our eyes meet. Their battle with his addiction seems to never end.

Across from Wes and me, Erik plucks at his guitar, hums, and scribbles something on a notebook, whose pages show multiple dog-ears. I recognize the song Wes played for the kids. I snap my head up to find his eyes on me.

“Is that–?” I whisper.

“Yes. Erik and I have been working on it.”

Carlotta chooses this moment to emerge from her room and sit beside Erik. As usual, she ignores the rest of us. When she places a hand on his thigh, he winces and stops playing.

“Go on,” she coos, making me queasy.

Glancing around, I see I’m not alone. Kim stands up and mumbles an excuse to leave. So does Nick. When Ally unfolds from her seat and pulls Logan to his feet, I whisper to Wes, “I’m going to our room.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he replies.

We go down the stairs and into the room. Although I still don’t feel comfortable going full-on bondage, we have role-played a lot since that night at his house. I’m fine with him commanding the show in bed. The freedom of not making decisions allows me to enjoy sex even more. But today I want to be in charge.

As soon as he locks the door behind him and turns to face me, I grab the front of his green button-down and spins us around. I force him to sink onto the side of the bed.

When I straddle him and sit on his lap, he smiles. “Guess you’ll be calling the shots today.”

“Any problems with that,” I whisper in his ear, sinking my teeth into his earlobe.

“None.” He snakes his hands under my sundress to stroke my butt cheeks. He taps the ass plug sending ripples of pleasure through my muscles. “I can’t wait to be in there,” he whispers against my mouth, twisting the plug.

“I need more time.” I silence him with a kiss.

My body melts when I think about having anal sex with Wes. I know he’ll make it deliciously decadent and unforgettable. But there are some things I need to erase from my memory before that can happen.

The tension the plug has built since we put it in now makes me impatient and horny as hell. While I suck his tongue, I fumble with the buckle of his belt, as well as the button and zipper of his jeans, to open them up.

Wes breaks our kiss, thrust his hips up, and helps me pull his jeans and briefs down his legs. I suck in air at the sight of his gorgeous cock, glistening with his pleasure. I wrap my fingers around it, thumbing the head and collecting a droplet.

I bring my hand to my mouth and swallow the thumb, holding his stare.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans, lifting the hemline of my dress and hooking his fingers on the sides of my thong. “So is this.” He yanks at the underwear, ripping it in two. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

I scowl but end up chuckling. “One more, you mean. At this rate, we should buy a lingerie store.”

“I’m game. And a dress store too.”

Before I can react, his fingers tear the front of my sundress, slide the fabric down my arms, and toss it on the floor. I should scold him for his caveman antics, but I can’t think straight when his hazel eyes turn green with passion like now. He scorches my skin as he drags his stare from my face to my sex. And he melts my bones when he traces the same path with the tips of his fingers.

“I need you inside me,” I plead.

He snaps his gaze back to mine. “You’re the boss. I’m happy to just enjoy the ride.”

I pull his shirt up and over his head, discarding it on the bed behind him. Then, I brace myself on my knees, align his erection with my entrance, and sink to his lap.

We groan and lean our foreheads together as my body adjusts to his. I hiss at the sensation of being stretched to the limit that the plug in my ass causes.

I prop my elbows on his shoulders and push up, sliding down as if in slow motion, grunting, “I love to feel your cock rubbing against my flesh.”

We’ve recently decided to ditch the condoms because we’re both clean. I take the pill for medical reasons, not as birth control, which he doesn’t know.

Yet.

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