Gridlocked (Bounty County Series Book 3)

by Maren Lee

  Wesson pulled his mouth back from her lips and started his trail of kisses down her neck to the collar of her blouse.

  He kissed between her breasts right above the top button and popped it open. Molly moaned with pleasure.

  Wesson kissed her creamy skin again and opened another button. “You like that, huh?” He moved his mouth back to her stomach. Kissing, licking, nibbling, and finally opening another button.

  “So much…” she groaned.

  It was pleasure-filled torture. Molly could feel every muscle of his body rub against her, the hard length of his cock pressing into her thigh. There was one button left. Wesson popped the button on her blouse and opened it, exposing her soft skin, flush from her arousal.

  “Beautiful,” Wesson mumbled as he kissed his way to her waist.

  Molly could feel the warmth beginning to pool between her thighs. She wanted his mouth on her more than anything else in this moment.

  “Molly, baby. You drive me fuckin’ wild when you wear these sexy little skirts.”

  Molly sat up on her elbows. “I was hoping you liked them,” she said with a smile.

  “I do. Makes it easy for me to access your sweetness.” Wesson kissed softly on her left hip.

  Molly felt tingling all over. Her sex was aching for attention. It was everything she could do not to wrap her legs around his neck and pull his face into her crotch. You brazen hussy, Molly! Wesson flipped her skirt up and pulled her nude colored lace panties down her thighs.

  “Oh, Molly,” he whispered.

  She couldn’t quite tell the tone of his voice, so she was immediately embarrassed and went to close her legs.

  “Don’t hide that beautiful pussy from me, Molly. I just didn’t expect you to go the Tanzanian route.”

  “Tanzanian?”

  “You know, totally bare?”

  “Brazilian.”

  “Same continent. Whatever. It’s fucking beautiful.”

  Molly wasn't going to try to correct him on the same continent comment. Africa, South America, it didn't matter. She just wanted his mouth on the map.

  “Chloe is always talking about getting waxed. So I went with her last weekend. Is it weird?”

  “Jesus, no. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I feel like I say that a lot around you.” He finished pulling her panties down and tossed them on the floor. Wesson moved up to kiss the inside of her knee. Molly was afraid she was going to pass out from all the blood rushing straight to her core.

  “Moll, baby. You’re shaking. It’s okay. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

  No! Don’t stop!

  “What? Are you kidding me? I want it. Now. You need to put your mouth on me before I die, Wesson. Please.”

  He let out a low chuckle. “Bossy thing.”

  Wesson nibbled the crease to the left and right of her sex. Less than a half inch from her achy throbbing clit. Molly groaned from the torture.

  She inhaled deeply to gain some control over her frustration using some breathing techniques learned from countless hours of yoga. Just as she released her breath, Wesson latched on to her, sucking and flicking the swollen bundle of nerves softly with his tongue.

  “Ohhhhhh… yesssssss.” Molly found herself lifting her hips to urge him on.

  Wesson stopped sucking and nipped at her labia, softly mumbling, “Patience, baby. I'll get you there.”

  Molly relaxed her hips and settled herself back onto the bed. She had to keep herself from whimpering with want. Could you be any more desperate, Molly? She shushed herself.

  Wesson moved his head to the side and began to eat her again. “That’s... better… baby…” he mumbled in between thrusts of his tongue into her wetness.

  He placed his right hand on her knee and slowly moved his hand up to her opening. Wesson feathered his fingers lightly over the top of her smooth pussy, coating his fingers with her excitement.

  Molly gasped, “Oh… Wess...”

  Wesson moaned against her swollen clit, nearly taking Molly over the edge.

  “Oh, god!” Molly shouted.

  She felt Wesson’s lips curve into a smile against her bare skin.

  He slipped one finger into her core. “More!” Molly choked out.

  Two fingers slid inside her moving deep toward her g-spot. Molly was dripping.

  “God damn, you’re so tight, baby.” At his words, she felt herself become even more wet.

  Wesson curved his fingers inside of her, teasing her, searching for her pleasure center.

  As he moved his fingers within her, she could feel her orgasm building. His mouth was now pulling harder on her clit, moving in sync with his finger fuckery. She felt like she was going to erupt at any moment.

  “So...close…” Molly gasped.

  Wesson slid his left hand up her torso under her bra to her right nipple and squeezed softly while at the same time his mouth sucked, tongue flicked, and fingers massaged deep inside her. Molly lost it. Her body unraveled beneath him as she came. Her head lifted off the mattress while her body shook. Her come coated his fingers. The orgasm felt like it lasted an eternity as it rippled through her. It was amazing. Pure bliss.

  And Wesson licked it all up.

  “Oh. My. God.” Molly’s head crashed back onto the pillow. If she hadn’t felt the top of her head bump her headboard, she would have sworn that he’d literally blown her mind.

  Wesson pulled his head up from in between her legs and flipped her skirt down. The stubble on his upper lip glistened with her juices and then he crawled up her body.

  “That. My sweet, sweet darlin’. Was delicious.” And then he planted a kiss on her lips. Molly could taste herself on his tongue. Tangy. Sweet. Holy cow. This was the most erotic moment of her life.

  “My legs feel like Jell-o,” she giggled against his mouth. Wesson pulled back and gazed into her eyes.

  “Good. Means I did it right,” he smiled. Damn, this man was gorgeous.

  Time to return the favor.

  “My turn.” Molly wiggled her eyebrows.

  “Hey, now. I didn’t do that to get anything in return, Molls.”

  “I know you didn’t. Now take your pants off.” She shoved him off of her.

  “If you insist. But you get totally naked first, baby. I want to see those tits move while you suck me off.”

  Molly hopped up off the bed. She shrugged her blouse off that Wesson had unbuttoned earlier and then unsnapped her bra from the back, pulling the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. She could hear Wesson inhale when her breasts came into his full view. She gave him a little shimmy, her breasts swaying back and forth seductively.

  “Shit. I’m gonna blow before you even touch me.”

  She dropped her skirt. “Your turn. Hurry up.”

  Wesson scrambled off the bed, whipping his shirt up over his head.

  Good lord. Molly whistled. “My goodness. You have muscles on top of muscles, Wesson. How is this even fair to anyone else?” She wanted to rub him down. All in good time.

  Wesson blushed as he unbuckled his belt. “Shit, Molly. The fact that you like it is reason enough for me to keep working out. But I started doing it for work and then it turned into a friendly competition with Justin. I won,” he smirked as he shucked his pants down his legs.

  Mmmm. Boxer briefs. Sexy. “I love it.” Molly let out a deep breath, preparing herself for the inevitable.

  Down came his underwear.

  “Holy shit.”

  Wesson let out a deep laugh. “Molly Mooney, did you just curse?”

  “Your dick is huge, Wesson. How is that not the reaction of every woman you’ve ever been with?”

  He smiled, shyly. “I don’t care about anyone’s reaction but yours, Molly.”

  Molly let out another deep breath and sunk to her knees on the floor in front of him. She’d given blow jobs before, but it had been a long time and Wesson was in a league of
his own. She took his cock in her hand. Soft skin. Hard as steel. Her fingers didn’t come close to touching as she wrapped her hand around it and stroked. Crap, Lane was right about girth. Wesson inhaled sharply.

  “Molly, I’ve fantasized about this moment so many times. Don’t be disappointed when it’s over in like 7.8 seconds.”

  Molly looked up at him and licked her lips and then took his length into her mouth. She had to open her mouth wide. So wide. When he hit the back of her throat, she couldn’t help but gag a little. She pulled back slightly and then sucked until she made it back to the angry looking head of his cock. She gave him a few licks and then sucked him back in until he hit the back of her throat. This time she didn’t gag.

  Wesson grabbed ahold of her head. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked as Wesson pulled his dick out of her mouth and then pushed back in. She’d started this with every intention of being in control of the entire act, but Wesson taking over and taking what he wanted from her mouth was hot as hell. Molly felt her pussy spasm again, as if the earthquake of an orgasm he’d just given her also came with aftershocks.

  Wesson wrapped his hand in her hair and pushed his cock down her throat again. Saliva ran out of the side of her mouth that wasn’t flush against his member. She gagged. Wesson immediately pulled out of her mouth.

  “Sorry, babe. Got a little carried away. Can’t lie. This is literally the best moment of my life.”

  Molly smiled and then opened her mouth, stretching her jaw. It suddenly felt misaligned.

  “Your jaw a little sore?” Wesson grimaced.

  “Yes, but that’s not gonna stop me from finishing you.”

  “Honey, seriously. Just use some of your saliva and stroke me with your hand. It’ll take two pumps, swear to god.”

  Molly smiled and got to work. It didn’t take two pumps. It took about six.

  “I’m coming, Molly. I wanna come all over those big tits.” White ropes of his hot seed shot out of the end of his dick and splashed all over her chest.

  She marveled at the power she had to make him lose his mind. Wesson’s knees shook and he fell down to a sitting position on her bed. Molly wiped some of his come off of her chest with her finger and stuck it in her mouth, swirling her finger like it was a lollypop. Salty.

  “Jesus, woman.”

  Molly withdrew her finger from her mouth with a loud “pop,” licked her lips, and smiled.

  “You’re going to kill me, Molly.” Wesson shook his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to stand. “Let me clean you up, sweetheart. Looks like I made a bit of a mess.” He grabbed his t-shirt and wiped the come off of her chest.

  “I don’t care. It was super sexy, Wesson.” Molly clenched her thighs again. He pulled her down on top of him. She could feel his softening penis between her legs. Oh my god. She wanted to rub up and down on him and make him hard again, but he rolled her off to the side.

  “Mind if I stay here tonight? Don’t feel like driving across town to a house filled with smelly roommates. Kobe Michael will be fine without me tonight. He thinks I’m still at work.”

  Molly started shaking with laughter. “Thank goodness you lied to your cat so we can snuggle.”

  Wesson kissed her forehead. “Get some sleep, sugar. We have some dates we gotta finish fast.”

  Molly seriously could not believe he was still on his three-date rule. They’d spent so much time together in the past week, it felt like thirty dates. But whatever. Even if they weren’t having sex, he was making it worth the wait.

  ➰

  Wesson took a deep breath and something flew into his mouth. The fuck? He coughed and opened his eyes. His face was buried in Molly’s messy blonde hair. Hair that he’d had wrapped around his hand while she was giving him the best blow job of his life. Shit. He pulled her hair out of his mouth and then snuggled back into her warm, curvy, naked - very, very naked - body. His dick was pressed in between her hot cheeks. No hiding that morning wood.

  Molly wiggled her butt closer. Oh, fuck no.

  “Molly. Don’t wake the dragon.”

  She laughed. “Not so modest in the light of day? ‘The Dragon’? Is that what you call it? Fitting. Although, it feels like it’s already awake. Why don’t I help it go back to sleep?” She pressed her ass even closer.

  Wesson groaned. “I’m serious about the three-date rule, Molly. But god damn. I can’t help this.” He canted his hips and then pushed his dick in between her legs from behind, brushing up against her entrance. She was wet. Really. Really. Wet. He groaned again. Wesson couldn’t wait to plunge right in. But not right now. He wanted her to know he was serious. This wasn’t just about sex to him, regardless of what his below-the-waist brain was saying loud and clear at this very moment.

  Molly moaned as the head of his dick made contact with her clit. Her juices - and the precum that was surely seeping out of him - made his passage back and forth across her sweet cunt hot and slippery.

  “Oh my god. Oh my god,” Molly chanted.

  Wesson grabbed her tits in his hands and squeezed. He was never going to be tired of these puppies.

  “Feels. So. Good,” he grunted out in time with his hips pumping. He grabbed Molly’s top leg and pulled it over him, all while pushing his dick through her slick folds. He moved his other hand down to her pink pleasure button and began rubbing.

  “Holy shit. Holy shit,” Molly wailed and Wesson smiled, his face still shoved in her hair. He loved that he had the ability to make his sweet, prim and proper doctor, drop her guard and curse like a sailor. Just fuck her, Wesson. He was so close to heaven. One move and he’d be in and Molly Mooney wouldn’t be a virgin anymore. No. Not yet. It was a lot of pressure. He wanted her first time to be perfect. Candles. Music. The whole shebang.

  He put a bit more pressure on her clit. “Shitttttttttttttt!” Molly screamed as she exploded. Wesson was surprised that even though he wasn’t penetrating her, her wet pussy and sexy sounds were enough that he was close too. “I’m coming, Wesson! I’m coming,” she gasped. He pulled his dick out from in between her legs and flipped Molly onto her back. He settled between her legs and fisted his cock, using her juices to jerk himself off.

  “Right behind you, baby,” he managed to gasp out as he came all over her tits and stomach. The second time in two days. Jesus, she’s gonna think you’re a freak. Wesson opened his clenched eyes and looked at her. She gave him a dreamy smile.

  “So hot when you do that, Wess.”

  Yeah. This woman is perfect.

  “I’m seriously close to breaking my rule, Molly. Holy mother of dog.”

  Molly giggled. “I’m sticky. Wanna take a shower with me and break it?”

  Wesson groaned. “As much as I would love that, honey, I gotta get to my mom’s. I’ll shower once I get there. It’s Friday. Today’s the day my asshole dad gets out. She’s a little on edge.”

  “Oh my gosh, of course. Um. I don’t think you can wear your t-shirt, though. Want one of mine?”

  “Nah. I have a spare in my gym bag in the truck. I’ll just walk out topless.”

  “My neighbor Janice will enjoy the show,” Molly giggled again. He loved that sound and went in for a kiss.

  “I only care about you enjoying the show. But unfortunately I’m not going to be able to give you more tonight. Going to stay with mom, just to make sure she’s got her bearings. Make sure my dad doesn’t show up. Call me before you go to bed tonight?”

  “Of course. Let me know if you need anything. I’m happy to run errands for you or your mom.”

  “Hot damn, you are so fuckin’ sweet. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m damn glad I did it.”

  Molly smiled. “I’m serious. If you need anything, call me.”

  “I will definitely do that, sweet cheeks. Date two tomorrow night?”

  “I count last night as date two. So tomorrow night is date three, which means we are done waiting.”

  “Not how it wo
rks, Molly,” he shook his head.

  “Oh, I’m gonna break you down, Wesson.”

  “I’m pretty sure you will.”

  Molly squealed and clapped her hands, her breasts bobbing, still splattered with his come. Fuck, don’t get hard again.

  “Sorry to have to run, baby.” He reached for his underwear and slid it on, followed quickly by his pants. “I’ll call you. You call me. Thanks for last night and this morning. It was. Awesome.” Wesson had no other words for how amazing it was.