by Virna DePaul
He dipped his head and when his chin came back up, I saw glossiness in his eyes. “So the fact I’m bisexual?”
Letting out a huge breath, I said, “Your sexuality doesn’t make me love you more or less. It’s who you are. I’m honored you trusted me enough to tell me about all of you. Mostly, though, I’m thrilled that I’m your number one. I mean…” I bit my lip. Was I? I’d confessed my love, had tried to convince him I wasn’t hung up on his sexuality, had promised I’d face my father, but was it enough?
Suddenly a smile grew on his face and his eyes, those luminous grey eyes, sparkled like diamond dust. He picked me up, spinning me around in his arms. “You are my number one, Little Red. And my number two, and my number three, my number gazillion—you’re all my numbers rolled into one. You’re my one and my only. I love you, too.”
There was no denying it now, no pretending this might be a fling or something that could dissolve. Both of us were all in now, come what may.
“Say it again,” I said, a wide smile breaking out across my face.
“I love you, Sara Crawford, and I don’t care who hears me say it.”
I kissed him, rejoicing in the feel of his tongue tangling with mine. The smell of him was intoxicating, that musk that was pure Wes mixed with body spray, tangy yet masculine. His strong shoulders felt like granite under my fingers, and his eyes looking back at mine were like polished gray steel.
I sobered. “Wes, I can’t promise my father won’t out you. Or his enemies. You’re taking a risk, Wes, by being with me.”
“And it’s a risk I’m willing to take. Because I will not risk losing you again.” He leaned forward and captured my mouth with his, kissing me with strength, with passion, with a sense of urgency and demand and…and love.
We parted a few moments, just long enough to slip off to his bedroom. When Wes tried taking off my dress, however, I shook my head and grinned naughtily at him.
He pulled back. “What is it?”
“You give people a show, right? Well, I want to do the same for you.”
He ran callused fingertips over my shoulders. “What’s this about, babe?”
“I need you to know how much I love you,” I said, pulling him toward the bed. “How brave I feel when I’m with you. So, sit here, and just watch.”
“You don’t have to sell me on that, but damn, baby, I’m always ready to see you.”
As I started swaying my hips, I imagined the beat of one of Point Break’s biggest club hits, “Rock Me,” one of my favorite songs. Only this time, I was performing for Wes instead of him performing for me.
The bass boomed through me as I twisted my hips to the beat in my head. Reaching down, I took the hem of my dress and slowly slid it up with one hand and then the other. Underneath, I wore a black lace thong. I knew he’d love seeing it, me channeling my inner goddess. There was nothing wrong with being the sexual woman I’d always wanted to be, and I wanted to let her out without shame or guilt.
Wes chuckled in front of me and clapped a bit, but I was far from done. Turning around in a simple pirouette I learned from ballet classes years ago, I lifted my dress even higher, showing off my bra and everything underneath. Then I shucked off the whole dress completely, grinning at him when I threw it at his face, and he pretended it had smacked him hard.
I giggled.
See? This was fun, nothing sinful about it.
I dragged my fingers over the peaks and valleys of my breasts, touching my tummy and imagining I was a stripper onstage, baring it all for hungry patrons. Except I only wanted one man, and Wes was the one. Plucking at the raised peak of my nipple, I stroked at the pebbled ridge underneath the lace of my black bra. I moaned softly, closing my eyes, imagining Wes behind me, his hands all over my body.
“I’m right here.” He stood and crossed the room, his strong arms enfolding me the way I’d imagined it. He raked his tongue over the side of my neck, letting it trail over the hollow in my throat, the pulse point there jumping with his touch. “I’m never letting you go.” The hard ridge of his cock pushed through his jeans, pressing up against my hips.
I wanted him so badly, moaning my pleasure into the side of his face, opening my mouth for a deep kiss, wanting to consume him entirely. “I want you, baby.”
“I want you, too.” And then he scooped me up and carried me to the bed, setting me down and opening my legs. “I love when you give me a show, Little Red.” He ginned his roguish smile back at me, the one I’d seen in so many online photos, then pulled off his own shirt, yanking at the collar with one hand and revealing his gorgeous chest, like a statue of a Greek god come to life. I marveled at the perfection of him, at the beauty of his sculpted abs and carved, well-lined hips. How lucky was I to have that body to myself? How many women—and men, I suppose—wanted this man? But it didn’t matter, because he was mine and mine alone.
I was his one and only.
A flush spread over my entire body as Wes unzipped his jeans and hooked his dexterous fingers through the belt loops before flinging his pants across the room. I licked at my lower lip because that massive cock of his had sprung free, and I couldn’t stop imagining it ramming into my body. Making love to me—no, wait—fucking me.
I couldn’t keep my fingers from tracing over my breasts, from stimulating the nipples that were aching for his touch, for his tongue. His hard-on was long and thick with just a hint of pre-cum dripping from it. Clearly, he was as ready for me as I was for him. I wanted to feel him inside of me—all of him—to feel his heat writhing inside my pussy. But I wanted even more than that. That cock was just too good.
I slipped off the bed and got to my knees. Weaving my arms around his hips, I grabbed his ass cheeks and brought him toward me, opening my mouth and guiding him in. He filled my mouth, and yes, he felt huge. I teased him with my tongue at first, tasting the sweet and salty nectar that leaked from him.
He groaned and dug his fingers into my hair. “Damn, Sara, you’re a goddess at this.”
I’d never felt like a goddess until I was with Wes, and blowjobs always seemed like a gratuitous offering for men, but Wes made me want to do it. Because of how he looked, because he was delicious. I wanted more. Pulling him into my mouth again, I sucked on him, loving the ridge of his head that pulled away from my lips. Sucking on him made me wetter, and I reached down to touch myself.
“Oh, now you’re getting dangerous with me, Red. You love this, don’t you? That’s it, play with yourself.”
I sucked the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head, lapping up every bit of pre-cum that was left. Then I pushed my mouth on him deeper, until his cock was halfway down my throat. Arching my neck, I pumped back and forth over his hardness, holding his cock in my hand. With the other, I cupped his balls, massaging and passing them back and forth between my thumb and forefinger. I could tell he was getting close to release, so I slowed my pace, deliberately drawing the tension out, wanting him to wait for that climax.
He groaned, and I delighted in the way his eyes rolled back in his head. “God, yes.”
I didn’t want to hold back any longer. I needed release just like he did. Quickening my pace, I moved my mouth up and down until I felt him come, his balls taut in my hands and his hips arched up. He spurted into me, his cum filling my mouth, my throat, and I lapped the salty essence of him down greedily. His coming in my mouth made me come as well, and the waves hit me hard, radiating throughout my pussy, even as I swallowed down the last of his seed.
When we were both spent, I pulled him out of my mouth and rubbed my lips clean. “I love you, Wes Shaw, no matter what. I love you for who you are, so never forget that.”
He gave me his hand, and when I took it, he lifted me to my feet. His arms went around me, and he hugged me close. “Thank you, baby. I’m sorry I panicked the other day. I thought I’d lost you.”
After he pulled me onto the bed, we snuggled close, his heart still pounding against his chest. Eventually, it resumed a happy rhythm and
we fell asleep.
But it wasn’t long before our body heat woke us up, and our hands were all over each other, and our kissing turned to more, and we were at it again in the middle of the night. I loved how into one another we were, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Chapter 19
Wes
The only time Sara had left my townhouse in the last twenty-four hours was to go to her dorm and pick up her clothes and books and laptop. I’d cleared out half my dresser and half my closet for her, and basked in the euphoria of having her here by my side all night long. In the morning, though, I’d been scared.
Because Sara had decided putting off calling her father wasn’t going to happen. Our future was starting right now, she’d said.
So I’d stood by her side, tight and tense as she’d called her father. And, with me standing by her side, silently offering her support, Sara calmly and quietly told Peter Crawford that she was not going to be returning to Texas. That she was going to stay in New York. And that she was going to continue seeing the man she’d been seeing, a man who was not of the same faith. A man who was a rock star.
When her father began yelling, she’d trembled and looked panicked, but she’d kept calm. She’d interrupted him, telling him she hoped someday he could accept her and treat her with respect, but until that time, she wouldn’t be talking to him. The same would be true for her sisters, if they rejected her for loving someone they didn’t approve of. She would, however, continue having contact with her mother, no matter what he said. She’d find a way. Then she hung up and collapsed onto the couch.
I’d stared at her in awe. And when she’d burst into tears, I’d wrapped her in my arms and told her everything was going to be okay.
And I was damn determined that it would be. I’d make sure of that.
I’d held her for a long time until she fell asleep. Then, when she woke, I was there, right at her side.
“Hey, sleepy head,” I teased. When she smiled up at me, I about melted. As always, I was mesmerized by those haunting green eyes, even when they were still slightly red from the tears she’d shed. How could I not love her when looking into those eyes left me feeling like I was peering into her very soul? I was worried, though. It was one thing to “break up” with your family in the heat of the moment, but she’d given up a lot for me, and I wondered if she was starting to regret it.
“You okay?”
Sara nodded. “I’m okay, really I am.”
“You still look pretty upset.”
“I am, but not the way you think.”
“How do I think?” I asked, stroking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She grinned, then reached up and grabbed my face for a kiss. “You think I’m sad about losing them and blaming you. But I’m not.”
“But if you hadn’t met me—”
She kissed me again, this time letting her tongue twist and tangle with mine. Fuck, she was making me hard already, and all I wanted to do was take care of her tonight, make her feel safe and loved.
Sara pressed her nose against mine. “If I hadn’t met you, my life would be boring. I’d be lost, wondering how my life got stolen from me. I’d finish undergraduate work, then go home and help the ministry. I’d never experience the kind of life I want or you, Wes Shaw.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” I played around with her.
“Very bad.”
“I like when you’re bad, Red. Especially when you look kickass on camera. I saw some of the preliminary footage today. Fucking amazing. Wait till you see it. You’re the star of a major scene in a concert film.”
“I’m not, but as long as you love it, I’ll keep doing it for you. I had to grow up somehow. You helped me with that, Wes. It’s like baby birds.”
I snorted. “Baby birds?”
“You know? They get pushed out of the nest. I was this massive bird, definitely old enough to fly, but I was hiding in the nest, hoping I could just disguise myself and lie low, stay there forever. You pushed me out of the nest.”
“First of all, you wouldn’t be a massive bird. A beautiful, curvy, tall, elegant bird, maybe. Second, can we stop talking about birds? Let’s imagine you in leather, rocking an awesome pair of Nikki Lorenz boots, shall we?”
Sara tossed her hair over her shoulder. “But that’s exactly what happened.” Standing, she waited for me to do the same. Then she threaded her arms over my shoulders. “You’re the person who makes me fly. You make me soar, Wes.”
I leaned down and kissed her, grateful to have her tongue stroking my own, but, at the same time, I was desperately aching for more. I swept her into my arms and carried her over the threshold to the bedroom. We were hungry for one other, knew we could sustain each other, and that was what mattered most.
Setting her on her feet, I went to work, sliding off my shirt first, then taking the hem of her T-shirt in my hands. “I want you naked. I want you naked and panting for me.”
“I like when you tell me what to do.”
“Well, then, I’ll have to do it more often.”
We were just learning about each other. Now the real fun began.
It was too dark in the room to see her blush, but she usually did, her cheeks flushing as red as her hair. I loved seeing it, loved knowing how much I could affect her. It was only fair—after all, she flustered me all the time.
Tugging her T-shirt off, I grinned at the expanse of soft, creamy skin before me even as her shirt drifted to the floor. She didn’t have on anything special after she’d slipped out of her performance wardrobe. No slinky silk outfit here or any black lace. Just her perfect, curvy body rocking plain cotton bra and panties she’d pulled out of her drawer in our dresser, and that was enough to make my dick strain against my jeans.
“I need you, Sara, in my bed. You’re mine now.”
“Nowhere I’d rather be,” she said.
I went to work then, tracing my tongue over the soft expanse of her belly, letting it trail into her belly button. I teased and tempted her as my cock grew achingly hard. Every time I licked against her belly, she moaned. Every syllable out of her mouth made the blood flow harder and faster to my cock. I wanted this so badly, but I also wanted to stretch it out for her. After the day she’d had, and the sadness, she deserved to be treated like a fucking goddess.
To be worshipped.
After everything she’d done for me. After proving to me how much she loved me. After going against Peter Fucking Crawford for me?
My mission was to make her happy forever.
Moving upward, I let my mouth settle over the soft mounds of flesh under her bra and sucked at the hard peak of her left nipple, feeling it go rigid under my mouth. Then I flicked my tongue against her other nipple and fucking loved the way she mewled beneath me, like a fierce tigress. After all, I knew what she was capable of.
“Get me naked, rock star,” she said with a smile.
“Aye, aye, captain.” I obeyed her command and unclasped her bra. I wanted to ogle her forever, to stare at her fresh body and take in the full curves of her breasts and pale pinkness of the peaked nipples. I wanted to suck on them all night, make her scream and beg. She was perfect, everything I ever wanted after so much struggle and confusion and doubt in my life.
I was never letting her go.
I swept her other nipple into my mouth, suckling it in and out at a frantic rhythm, loving the way her hips bucked against me for more. Impatient, she draped one leg over my waist and pressed her body even deeper into my own. “I’m so ready for you, Wes.”
“I can feel it.” She was wet. Hot and wet, her pussy a slick entrance for my massive cock. Neither of us wanted to be denied any longer, and there was no reason why we should have to try. Nodding, I pulled her over to the bed. “Strip naked for me, woman,” I said in a joking hyper-masculine voice. “I just have one more thing I need to do.”
She looked up at me with wide, emerald eyes and complied. Before she got onto the mattress, she slipped off her
jeans and panties so that now she lay before me on the covers completely naked. My cock jerked its approval. I slipped off my jeans and fumbled through the damn bedside table to find a condom. I had plenty, but it somehow took what felt like hours for me to get that damn thing on. Maybe the anticipation was shorting out my motor skills. Who the fuck knew? Finally, I was covered tight, and I strode over to her side of the bed.
“You know,” she said. “One day, maybe soon, I’d like to try that without the condom.”
I loved where she was coming from. As long as everything with me tested okay, which it should, since I was always careful, and as long as we were ready for anything in life, that sounded like a fucking dream come true. “Yes, ma’am.”
Stroking myself lazily, I didn’t move to get on top of her, not just yet. I wanted to watch her watch me. As I continued to run my hands over my shaft, I followed her gaze completely. I loved the way her eyes got wide, and her pupils seemed to grow huge. I needed to see how her lips parted and she licked her upper lip just so. “You’re teasing me.”
“I am. You like that, Red? You like what I can do for you?”
“I always want what you have, Wes. Always.”
“Then that’s enough for me.” I slipped into bed then and crawled up her body. I propped myself up so I could keep looking down into those haunting eyes of hers, even as I positioned my cock over the slick edge of her slit. “I love you, Sara.”
She blinked back tears and squeezed my shoulders. “I love you, too.”
