Page 73 of Fight For Us
“These lips should be sucked every single day,” he said, repeating the motion and sending heat right to my clit. Needingto move—to feel any amount of friction—I rocked against his pelvis. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Sit on my cock. Squeeze me with that tight pussy.”
I was sore from last night, but I needed him inside me. Yanking the blankets away, I scooted lower, grabbed his giant cock and rocked myself against him, hitting my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. “Mm, I love your cock. I don’t think I told you that last night.”
“My cock loves you,” he said with a groan. “Get me nice and wet. God, you feel so good already, baby.”
He’d never called me baby before. Something about it coming from Wes’s lips had me grinding harder and crying out. That familiar feeling started in my belly and moved down my legs. Tightening and throbbing. Soft whimpers mixed with his groans. “So close, Wes.”
He lifted me up and into position. I cried out from the lack of pressure. “Not yet. You’re coming on my cock.”
“Oh, God—I—” He thrust me down in a quick movement, slamming me onto his cock. I gasped. “Fuck… So big.”
“You’re soaked for me, Tiger. God, I dreamed of fucking you again all night.” He pistoned his hips up into me, hitting places I didn’t know existed. I adjusted my hips until I was fully seated on him and circled them, grinding my sensitive clit against his pubic bone. This Wes was different from last night. Rougher. Dirtier. I loved it.
He pinched my hard nipples, sending a jolt of heat into my core. “Yes, do it again.”
I rocked harder and faster while he pinched and played with my nipples. Every muscle in my body tightened in delicious anticipation and when I started to tremble and moan, he grabbed my hips, guiding me faster.
“Fuck.Oh, my God.”I didn’t recognize my own voice as incoherent sounds poured from my lips.My orgasm peaked, shooting through me.Wes groaned, and with one last jerk he filled me up.
“Baby… Fuck.Fuck.”
I fell forward, panting hard. He slung his arm around me, pressing our damp skin together. His pounding heartbeat against my cheek as we worked to calm our breathing. An overwhelming feeling of euphoria washed over me and I felt tears leaking from my eyes onto his chest.
I pushed up, sliding his cock out of me as my chest heaved.Shit.What was wrong with me? Tears streamed down my cheeks and I went to move but Wes sat up.
“Did I hurt you?” He sounded like I’d shot him in the chest.
“No… no, I’m fine.” I closed my eyes and wiped my tears with the back of my hand.
“What’s wrong?” He reached for me and I let him pull me back into his arms. A sob escaped my lips. “I’ve got you,” he murmured against my ear. “You’re safe with me.”
That was just it. I knew I was safe with him. He was unlike anyone I’d ever been with and all these unknown feelings flooded me. It was too much to handle. I’d never felt so raw before, even with everything we’d already beenthrough.
He held me for a long time, rubbing my back and whispering sweet words until my tears dried. I pried my face from his chest and kissed him softly, letting out a choked whisper. “Thank you.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I shook my head. “I’m fine.” There was no reason to worry him and I didn’t even know how to put words to my emotions. “Sorry I ruined our morning.”
“Tiger,” he growled. “You didn’t ruin shit. You’re incredible.” He planted a kiss on my forehead and I leaned into him. “Remember you told me not to hold in my emotions? I believe you said ‘that shit would be a ticking time bomb.’”
“Was that me?” I said. “Sounds like someone else.”
“That was, in fact, you. And I’m glad I took your advice.” He smoothed circles over my back.
“Glad I could help.” I forced a small smile. “I don’t think I’m able to talk right now, but maybe soon.” That was all I could give him. I still wasn’t ready to open up about the toughest parts of my life and why our closeness meant so much to me.
“You know I’m here whenever you need me.”
“I know.” I kissed his cheek and climbed out of bed, finally checking my missed call. It was Mia, likely checking in since we left the party in such a hurry the night before. “I’m going to get cleaned up. Want to call your parents and see when they’re bringing the kids home?”
I’d spoken too soon. The unmistakable sound of the front door unlocking was like a siren in our ears. Wes scrambled to theedge of the bed, finding his boxers and slipping them on while I ran into the bathroom to shower.
Before I started the water I could make out the kid’s excited voices and Walter grumbling something to Wes. I was sure those two wore him out, especially on a night they were allowed to stay up late.
While waiting for the shower to heat up, I stared at the stream pounding against Wes’s seat and thought about how for the first time in forever I didn’t have to rush my shower because I felt guilty leaving Alex alone for too long. I didn’t have to worry about him bothering my parents or touching their stuff if I wasn’t watching him. I wasn’t afraid he’d get into something dangerous while my eyes were away from him for ten minutes. I could trust Wes to take care of things. As a single parent for his entire life, I’d never had that luxury. My brain was hardwired to always be on, only taking a reprieve for the few hours I slept each night.
I stepped into the hot water, sighing at how amazing it felt against my sore body. I used muscles that had been inactive for many, many years last night and oh my God, I couldn’t believe this is what I’d been missing for so long.
