by Remy Blake
My heart begins to beat faster, pounding against my chest. My mouth is dry and the usual snark is nowhere to be found. His lips start at my collarbone and make their way up my neck. He’s peppering my skin with kisses and goosebumps erupt all over. Pulling back, his eyes zero in on my mouth. “Cat got your tongue, Ave?”
At the mention of my tongue, I instinctively lick my lower lip, anticipation emanating off every part of me. With all resolve and rationale out the window, I taunt him one more time. “My tongue works just fine, Wes. But if you don’t kiss me now, I’m going to walk back into that building and find somebody who will.”
It takes less than a second for his lips to be on mine, his hands find their way under my ass and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him, and an exhilarating battle fueled by passion and rage ensues. Rough and unrestrained, I let him fuck my mouth.
Our tongues match stroke for stroke, while our bodies boldly grind against each other in public. There’s no care in the world, all that matters is the way his hard cock is rubbing up on just the right spot. I moan in his mouth, and Wes groans in response. I can’t handle the pressure anymore, I need to feel him on me and in me. I pull back and hold his head in my hands, I make sure I have his attention, wanting to see his reaction as the words leave my mouth. “Take me to your place, Wes.” The message is loud and clear.
His eyes widen, “are you sure?”
“No,” I say truthfully. “But let’s go before I change my mind.”
18
Wes
The air in the truck is filled with sexual tension. I’m barely hanging onto my control as my hand on her bare thigh alternates between kneading her taut muscles and trailing my fingertips over her smooth skin. Is she on edge like I am?
The ride seems to take twice as long getting back to my house than it did on the way. Neither of us breaks the silence with a single word. When we pull into my driveway, the truck has barely stopped before I’ve shifted into park and whipped my seatbelt off.
Avery’s out her door before I get the key out of the ignition. It’s nice to know she’s as eager for me as I am for her. We meet at the front of my truck and I grab her hand, pulling her along with me. My key turns the lock and we crash into each other as the door opens. Kicking it shut behind me, I spin her around, placing her back to the wall. Bracing my weight on my forearms, I cage her in, framing both sides of her face with my palms. She’s so beautiful. Looking at her big green eyes staring up into mine takes my breath away.
Leaning down, I run the tip of my nose up and down the side of hers. I pause and our breaths merge and sync as I hover over her. Both of us know, we’re on the precipice of something life changing. There’s no coming back from anything we do from this point on. Whether it’s my fingers, tongue or cock in her pussy, it makes no difference. Once I know what she feels like, smells like and tastes like, I’ll never want to let her go.
Crashing my lips down on hers, my fingers slide into her hair, gripping onto her long silky tresses. Holding her head captive, my tongue relentlessly pursues hers. She wraps a leg around my hip, the heel of her Chuck, urging me closer. Taking her not so subtle hint, my hands slip down and scoop her into my arms. She clings to me, wrapping the other leg around me and pressing her soft pussy into my hard as steel dick.
Moving on autopilot, I climb the stairs to my bedroom. I kick off my boots before we fall on the bed together in a tangle of limbs. Our mouths continue to devour each other as my fingers move between us to undo her shorts. She kicks off her Chucks and lifts her hips as I tug them down along with her panties over the curve of her ass. Sliding them down her long legs has my dick ready to break out of my jeans. Goddamn, she’s too fucking tempting. As soon as I drop her shorts to the floor, my hands grip her inner thighs, spreading her legs. I can’t wait any longer to touch her.
The lighting in my room is dim, not nearly enough for me to see if her pussy is as pink as I’ve imagined, but it’s just as wet. Maybe even more so as I slide my fingers along her slit and thrust two inside her. She moans, rocking against my hand. “I know what you want,” I say as I gently press on her clit with my thumb, drawing slick circles around it with her juices.
“Yes…,” she sighs. “Please.”
“Take the rest of your clothes off,” I order while my fingers continue their assault on her pussy.
She raises her head and shoulders, pulling her shirt over her head, leaving her naked except for a sexy black bra. She undoes the clip between her tits and they spill free. My mouth waters as I stare at them. They’re fucking perfect. I dive into them face first, taking one nipple between my lips, then flicking it with my tongue. I move to the other side and suck on her taut flesh while her fingers clutch my hair.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice is hoarse and passion filled.
“Please what, baby? You want me to make you come with my mouth?” I ask, my lips against the smooth, warm skin of her stomach.
“Oh...god...yes.” She moans at the first swipe of my tongue through her slit. Using my thumbs I spread her open and bury my face in her wet heat. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat your pussy for hours.” Sucking her clit between my lips, I tease it with my tongue and rake my teeth over it.
“Oh…,” she gasps.
I chuckle against her engorged flesh. “You like that. I’m just getting started.”
“Less talking...more licking,” she orders, tugging on my hair. There’s my spitfire. I knew she’d make an appearance sooner or later.
My lips slide over to kiss the skin along her inner thigh. Rubbing my beard back and forth, I tease her. She shivers and breaks out in goosebumps. I repeat the motions on the other side and by the time I’m done she’s lifting her hips off the bed.
Gripping her inner thighs with both my hands, I push her knees to her chest and blow on her swollen clit.
“Don’t be an asshole,” she growls.
I laugh. “I want you to admit you love my beard and then I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have.”
She shakes her head. My face lowers and I run my hair covered chin back and forth over her sensitive clit. She moans, her fingers gripping the comforter beneath her.
“Tell me, baby. I want to hear it.” My tongue flicks her clit twice before I move away.
“Please, Wes,” she whimpers.
“It’s only four words, Avery.” I rest my chin on her bare mound and watch her face. “Four words between you and an incredible orgasm.” Sliding my chin back, my lips close around her clit and I gently suck on it drawing moans from her. My mouths pulls off her with a pop and she groans frustratedly. “Don’t stop.”
“Tell me,” I urge. “Tell me you like the way my beard feels teasing your swollen clit.” I rub my mouth over her clit. “Tell me your tight little pussy loves the way it feels when I do this.” I bury my face in her slit, dragging my mouth and chin through her juices before burying my tongue inside her.
“Yes.”
My head raises. “Yes, what?”
“Yes...you asshole....I love your beard.”
Flashing her a wolfish grin, I resume devouring her pussy, this time with no interruptions. I lick and suck until her head is thrashing from side to side. Thrusting two fingers inside her, I suck her clit into my mouth, pulsing with my tongue to match the rhythm of my hand.
“Don’t...you...fucking stop,” Avery gasps as I drive her closer to her release.
“Uh...uh,” I hum as my mouth stays locked on her. I’m not stopping until she goes off like a fucking rocket and I can tell by her breathing and her frantic hip motions it’s not going to be long now. My fingers curl and press inside her as my tongue moves faster. It only takes a minute until she moans my name as she trembles through her orgasm.
Sucking her juices off my fingers, I savor the taste of her. Moving up, I brace myself, a hand on each side of her head and lower down. Running the tip of my nose along hers, I smile. “Will you spend the night with me?”
She frow
ns. “You want to go to sleep now?”
“Mhmm.”
“Uh...I thought we were going to have sex.”
“Not tonight.” I shake my head. “You’re not getting this dick until you’re one hundred percent ready. You’re worth waiting for, baby.” I brush my lips against hers.
She smiles. “Wow. Sometimes you knock me off balance with these really sweet things you do or say.”
“Thank you very much,” I say, doing my best Elvis impression. After that orgasm, he’s not the only king.
“You didn’t let me finish.” She raises an eyebrow and I nod for her to continue. “You do these really sweet things, but they’re interspersed between all kinds of asshole behavior.”
“Is that your idea of a compliment?”
“No. I’m just trying to figure out if the asshole is the real you or if the sweet guy is.”
“They’re both me, but you definitely bring out the nice guy in me.”
“See, there you go again.” She runs her finger over my lips. “Sweet.”
“Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my reputation.” I back off the bed and remove my socks. When I straighten up and go to take my shirt off she sticks her fingers in her mouth whistling at me. I flash her a grin and do my best Magic Mike impression as I tug my t-shirt over my head. Those guys got nothing on me. I’m the fucking Big Bad Wolf.
“Ooh baby,” she calls out as I spin around giving her a view of my ass as I undo my jeans and slide them down my thighs. “Let me see that ass.” I kick off my pants and then give her a quick flash of my naked ass, before pulling the waistband of my boxer briefs back up.
“I think I need to keep these on or little Greg Allman is going to find a way inside your hot little pussy.”
“Little Greg Allman?” she questions looking confused.
“Yeah.” I grip my hard cock. “The Midnight Rider.”
19
Avery
“You know I don’t mind helping Little Greg Allman out,” I suggest.
“While the idea is so fucking tempting, I can’t have you touching my dick.”
“You motherfucker, why not?” This is the exact thing I meant when I told him he swaps from sweet to sucky in seconds.
“Relax firecracker. Why are you always so quick to jump the gun?”
“Why won’t you let me touch your dick?” I bite back.
He makes his way to the bed and climbs in under the covers. I tense as he wraps his arm around my torso, making no move to comply. He drags me into his curled body and we’re unexpectedly spooning.
“Because once you touch it, I won’t ever want you to stop,” he says in my ear. I exhale, my ego recovering quickly from what I thought was going to be another insult. Laying my arm over his, I intertwine our fingers, and settle into the silence. Struggling to find the words, I feel like I need to apologize for constantly being so defensive around him. It’s a bad habit and a hard one to break, but regardless he shouldn’t have to put up with it every time we’re together. Especially when he’s proving me wrong in all the right ways. My mind is clouded with indecisiveness, it all seems like it’s getting too deep too quickly. I need to bring it back to the physical level. Just two people having fun, that’s all this can be.
“Well that’s hardly fair, Little Greg Allman needs some lovin’ too,” I say, keeping the conversation trivial.
He slowly runs his lips across my shoulder, and I tremble. “Just let me worry about what’s fair okay?” he says into my ear.
He presses on my lower stomach, my ass pushes up against his covered cock, and I bite my bottom lip to stop the moan from escaping out of my mouth.
There’s nothing trivial about this.
My body languidly starts waking up before my eyes are ready to open. Intoxicated by Wes’ woodsy scent, I bury my head in his pillows not ready to get up. Still sleeping on my side, I turn expecting to see Wes beside me; hoping he can maybe give me another one of those mind blowing orgasms before reality and responsibilities settle in. But he isn’t in bed.
The sound of the shower running, let’s me know where he’s at, and an awesome idea enters my mind. I throw the covers off and don’t bother putting any clothes on. Deciding whether to knock or not, I figure if the door handle turns I’ll take it as a sign and run with it.
As the knob twists, I open the door. I’m immediately greeted with a side view of Wes’ naked body. He’s got his left arm leaning against the wall, his sinewy veins travel all the way up, accentuating the muscles in his bicep. While the motion of his right hand catches me off guard. Sliding up and down his shaft, I’m entranced by the sensuality of his actions. His face is looking up toward the shower head, his eyes are closed, as he lets the drops off water fall down his face. Right now, he’s perfection.
“Ave,” His hoarse voice interrupts my ogling. Taking my eyes off his body, they meet his stare. It seems I’m not the only one caught in a trance. His eyes devour my naked body, as I walk toward him; the steam from the shower only intensifying the heat between us. I open the glass door, and he turns his body around. There front and center is his heavy and hard, glistening cock.
With no warning, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. We’re both under the water, drops in sync with our slow and sexy kiss. Our tongues are caressing one another with patience, we’ve never practiced. Feeling his dick in between us, I reach down and wrap my hand around his shaft. I slide my hand up and down, mimicking his earlier movements, he groans, and our kiss becomes more frenzied. Wanting to return the favor from last night, I pull back and drop to my knees. His eyes are full of lust, as I hold his stare. I lick the length of his dick before swirling my tongue around the head.
“Fuuckk,” he says through gritted teeth, his voice echoing off the walls. Wrapping my lips around it, I move my head up and down. “Shit, Ave. I’ve been jerking off, thinking of you sucking my dick since you got here. I’m not going to last.” His revelation spurs me on. Pulling my mouth off with a pop, I continue to smear the heady mix of precum and water up and down his shaft, with my hand. Breaking eye contact, I lower my face and tongue, and spend time licking and sucking each of his balls before putting all of him back in my mouth.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop,” he orders. “I’m so close.”
Knowing he’s on the edge has my hand moving in the same motion as my mouth. “Where do you want it, baby?” he asks and I use my free hand to push him into me, letting him know I want all of him, in every way I can. He grabs the back of my head and guides me deeper, till he’s hitting the back of my throat. His dick is growing harder with every thrust. Pulsating. As I catch his eyes, watching my every move, I see the ecstasy written on his face, and then I feel the warm liquid spill down my throat.
After arguing about whether or not Wes was going to give me another mind blowing orgasm, I managed to convince him what happened in the shower was my way of saying thank you. What he didn’t need to know is the way he looks when he comes is now etched in my brain. After we had breakfast together and parted ways, I had to come home and flick the bean, just thinking about it.
I told him I’d see him on Monday, since Lucy and I were spending the weekend getting mom settled into rehab. He took it well, and just added another reason as to why I have to slow things down between us. Unexpectedly, he’s turning into someone I can tolerate, and unintentionally he’s turning into someone I want.
I’m unsure as to how long I can hold Wes off from wanting to take this further, but I know I can’t have sex with him until I’m sure this isn’t going to be a one time thing. He’s not going to be okay if I go back to California, and I’m not going to be the bitch that breaks his heart.
Now Lucy, Jeremiah and I are sitting in mom’s room at the rehab facility while she goes on the grand tour. I’m scrolling through Facebook, catching up on all the work drama I’ve missed since I left, when Timber alerts me of a new message.
BigBadWolf: How’s things with The Bossman
Me: Interesting
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BigBadWolf: Good or bad interesting?
Me: Depends which angle you’re looking at it from.
BigBadWolf: And what angle are you looking at it?
Me: Both
BigBadWolf: Cryptic much?
Me: Sorry, my head has been all over the place. How’s your weekend been? What did you get up to?
BigBadWolf: I had an amazing weekend.
Me: You did? Do tell.
BigBadWolf: I had dinner with a friend, and it turned into so much more.
His message, brings back thoughts of Wes and I. He’s described my weekend perfectly.
Me: Is that what you wanted?
BigBadWolf: More than anything.
Not knowing what else to say I go to put my phone down, when another message comes through.
BigBadwolf: What’s wrong?
Needing someone to confide in, that’s objective. I confide in my new found friend.
Me: Hating my boss was so much easier than liking him.
20
Wes
BeardLover: Hating my boss was so much easier than liking him.
I smile as I read her words. I’m glad to know she likes me, but I’m not sure why she finds it so difficult.
Me: What do you mean?
BeardLover: When I hated him it was cut and dried. Liking him means gray areas and that complicates things.
Me: I still don’t understand. Complicates what?
BeardLover: I’m only supposed to be in W. VA for a limited amount of time. I’ve lived in CA for eight years now.
