Page 62 of Setting Limits

While my relationship with Wes is stronger than any I've ever had before, Shay and Lochlyn are what I strive for.

Taking my chin in his hand, Wes turns me toward him. “Hey, you’re staring again.”

Before I can respond, I’m transfixed by cobalt. I can’t think, can’t look at anything else besides Wes. My whole world, everything, revolves around him and swimming in his eyes in this moment.

My body aches for more. More than his hand slowly sliding down my back, more than his devoted stare. I need his lips on mine, his skin on my skin. I can’t remember whose night it is at the apartment, and I don’t care. Our parents pay for it, so I feel like it’s only right, Shay and Lochlyn get more use of it than we do.

“Want to get out of here?” Wes whispers against my ear, alighting all of my nerve endings. It’s like he read my mind.

All I can do is nod in response, unable to formulate actual words. No guy has ever left me so awestruck. Wes’s hold on me is so strong it scares me sometimes.

“Thanks for dinner, Lochlyn. We’re going to go,” Wes says as he stands, linking his fingers with mine and pulling me up with him. I watch Lochlyn briefly tense before Shay splays her hand on his chest. I understand why. He knows why we’re leaving. It has to be weird for him, like it has been for me. But Lochlyn’s always been very protective of me, sometimes overly so.

“Have a good night, you guys. We’ll see you tomorrow?” Shay’s calm is inspiring. I had rattled her, truly rattled her, and while she’s gained strength and will stand up for herself more now, she’s still the calmest person I've ever known, still the calm in the storm.

“Yeah, maybe brunch or something?” There’s a place in town I've been wanting to try.

“That sounds nice. Text me details later.”

I nod as Wes puts his arm around my waist and pulls me toward the door. We walk silently to his car at a fast clip. Before he opens my door, he pushes me against it, taking my face between his hands and pressing his mouth to mine, his tongue sliding along my lower lip, asking for entrance.

My hands tangle into the hem of his shirt as I part my lips for his, tipping my hips forward.

A whistle draws my attention, and Wes laughs as he pulls away. “Asshole,” he mutters under his breath before he opens my door.

My mind is hazy as I slide in. Wes has this ability to fully captivate my mind and make me forget about everything else.

He drives us back to the dorm at perhaps too fast of a clip, but is lucky to avoid any trouble. When he parks, he practically runs to my side of the car to help me out before taking my hand and all but dragging me up the stairs.

Once the door is shut, he wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me against it, his hips hard on mine. His mouth closes over mine in such a ferocious kiss, it steals all the breath from my lungs.

“Fuck, sweetness, you look so damn amazing tonight, I couldn’t get us out of there fast enough.” To enforce his point, he slides his hand around my body, squeezing my ass in his favorite pair of jeans. I wear them often when we’ll be out for a while to tease him.

His hands work back to the front, popping the button on my jeans and quickly sliding them down, ripping them off along with my shoes and throwing them across the room.

Kissing his way up my leg, he takes one calf in his grasp and puts it on his shoulder, continuing his trek up to my thigh, trailing his parted lips over my panties. He breathes gently, his warm breath tickling my clit.

Sliding the panties to the side, his tongue slides right along my soaking pussy, dipping inside me. My fingers twist into his hair as I arch against the door.

But he doesn’t stay down there long, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he stands, his free hand back around my throat and his intense gaze staring down at me as he strokes inside me.

My head tips back with a moan.

“Fuck, I love watching you, Chelsea.”

Keeping his body pressed against mine, he lowers his pants, using his weight and hips to lock me in place.

He hoists me up like I weigh nothing, making us eye level. His mouth closes over mine as he lowers me onto him.

I lock my legs around his waist, hooking them at the ankles as he starts thrusting into me, hard and fast. The door behind me is banging with every single slam he makes into me, but I don’t even care. Everybody on the hall is going to know what we’re doing in here but let them know.

I’m having the best sex of my life with somebody I’m coming to care about immensely. Let everybody know what happens not just behind this door, but against it.

Wes surely doesn’t care, and I can tell in the way he fucks me like nothing else matters. There’s nothing in the world that could stop him right now. Somebody could try to come in the door, and he wouldn’t stop. Nor would I want him to.

“Goddamn, sweetness. You are the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked. And so damn delicious.”

“Fuck, Wes. Your mouth.”

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