“Is that weird, the modeling?” I ask.
He nods. “People are starting to recognize me outside of the gym. That’s been weird.”
“Oh my gosh. What do they do?”
“They mainly want pictures with me or dates.”
My jaw drops, okay so talking to Josh isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. “Dates? Oh my God, do they get handsy?”
He blushes, Josh Green actually blushes.
I point at him and cover my mouth to muffle my squeal with my other hand. “They do, they so do!”
His mouth twitches and he nods.
I drop my hand and lean forward. “Okay, tell me the most embarrassing one.”
He’s saved by the arrival of our food but as soon as the server is gone I push him to answer me.
“Okay, okay,” he replies, holding up his hands. “The strangest one had to have been when this little old lady recognized me. She had blue hair and walked with a cane.”
“That doesn’t sound embarrassing, that sounds adorable,” I argue.
“Until she tried to put her hand down my pants,” he replies.
“She did not,” I gasp.
He presses his lips together and nods.
“What did you do?” I ask.
“I pulled her hand out of my pants and got the hell away from her.”
“It’s a good thing she moved slow,” I giggle.
Okay, this date is going way better than I thought it would.
When he brings me back to my place I’m surprised he doesn’t try to get me to invite him inside. That doesn’t stop him from kissing me at my door.
He dips his head and ever so lightly brushes his lips across mine.
“I’d like to take you out again Nicole,” he murmurs as he lifts his head.
I smile up at him. “I’d like that.”
I unlock my door and walk inside and then, he leaves.
It’s not until I’ve changed out of my dress and have washed my makeup off that I notice I have a new text.
It’s from Wes.
- Come over
I cringe when I see the timestamp. He sent the text over an hour ago.
I quickly type out a reply.
- I was out
I’m relieved when he replies.
- Tell me more
My relief evaporates. Do I tell him the truth that I was out on a date? He never said our little agreement was exclusive.
- I was on a date
- And now you’re texting me?
- And now I’m texting you
- You didn’t fuck him?
- Nope
I chew on the tip of my index finger while I wait for him to reply.
- What’s your address?
Three words texted to me and I was wet.
I reply, and twenty minutes later there’s a knock on my door.
During those twenty minutes, I lit candles, I picked up my apartment, and I took a quick shower. I don’t bother getting dressed but throw on a short silk robe.
“Hi,” I murmur, opening the door for him.
Wes doesn’t say anything as he steps into me, moving me back into my apartment and shutting my door behind him.
He drops the bag he was carrying and reaches for the belt of my robe, tugging it open and letting the ends fall to my sides. His gaze stays fixed on mine as his fingers slide under the fabric, hot against my skin as he uncovers me.
Then, he moves slightly to the right, leaning against the wall by my door, as I stand naked before him. His eyes leisurely roam my skin. His patience is at direct odds to mine.
How can he seem so calm? I am a living, breathing, bundle of nerves before him. Can he tell? Can he see the way I tremble in anticipation of his touch?
“Fucking shame I have to wait to play with your tits.”
My breasts feel heavy under his appraisal. They ache for him to touch them, caress them, and toy with them. My nipples tighten painfully reminding me of how sore they still were.
“I got you something.”
His eyes drop to the bag by his feet, my gaze following his.
“What is it?” I ask, surprised by how steady my voice is.
He leans down to pick it up. “You’ll see. Now, take me to your bed.”
Yowza.
As I walk in front of him I tell myself to not hurry, not to grab his hand and drag him to my bed so he can have his way with me. Shoulders squared, chin up, a gentle sway to my hips, I lead him to my bedroom.
My one bathroom has two doors to it, one off of my bedroom the other from the living room. He leaves me, standing naked in the middle of my bedroom and without a word goes into my bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I cock my head in confusion and stare at the closed door. Maybe he had to pee? What do I do now? Should I lie across my bed in some attempt at a sultry pose?
He’s back before I have a chance to decide what to do. He raises a brow, silently reading my confusion.
The bag he brought with him, he left in the bathroom. He moves to my bed, pulling his shirt off over his head before unbuckling his belt. He’s hard, his thick cock resting against his belly once he’s as naked as I am. His eyes on me, he stretches over across my comforter. I drink him in, my gaze roaming over every delicious inch of his skin.
Slowly stroking himself, his thumb brushing over his piercing he asks, “what do you want?”
Confused, I shake my head. “You?”
My answer is almost a question.
He smirks. “You need to know what you want and be able to ask for it. Ask me what I want.”
“What do you want?”
He holds my gaze. “I want you on your knees wrapping your lips around my dick.”
I start to move, my mouth watering as I begin to lower myself to my knees.
He stops me by saying, “no. That’s what I want. Now, I want to know what you want.”
I lick my lips, my eyes on his dick. “I want to swallow your cock.”
He surprises me by laughing, “Christ, you’re a fucking wet dream. But, truthfully, you want my dick in your mouth more than you want my tongue in your pussy, more than you want me to fuck you hard?”
I shake my head and reply, “I want it all.”
He eases back further onto my bed. “Get the fuck over here then.”
The moment I’m close enough, he grabs me, pulling me down with him. With Wes on his back he turns me to face away from him. Shoving his hands between my legs, he spreads them, pushing them apart until my pussy rests against his lips. I lean forward, planting one hand in the bed next to his hip, my other hand wrapping around his dick.
His hands palm the cheeks of my ass as he pulls me down further. I lick the swollen head of his cock, my tongue exploring the smooth metal of his ring. He lifts his hips, thrusting upward to tell me what he wanted without even saying a word.
Opening my mouth, I take him as deep as I can, breathing through my nose. He groans against my pussy before flicking his tongue against my clit.
My nipples brush across his skin, and my eyes close at the jolt of pleasure it produces. Wes worships my pussy with his lips and tongue. In vain I pump his cock as I try to make him feel good.
He licks up the slit of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. Moving one of his hands he begins to fuck me with his fingers, pushing them in and out before coating my clit with wetness as his tongue massages the tight ring of muscle at my anus.
Then his mouth returns to my clit, his wet fingers now at my ass. One finger presses inside. The sting of it makes my eyes widen as I gasp around his cock.
He holds me tightly, his entire body tensing beneath mine. His hips begin to thrust upward more forcefully, fucking my mouth not stopping even as I gag and drool around him. I let him; my focus is on his tongue and the second finger he presses into my ass.
It burns but only briefly, all of my senses seem to be focused on the tiny bud of nerves he is currently tormenting with his tongue.
He pushes a third finge
r into my ass and begins fucking me with them as he sucks my clit between his teeth and gently bites.
Shuddering, my toes curling, I cum, his cock muffling my cries. His hips continue to thrust and then he stills, cuming as I struggle to swallow around him.
What I fail to swallow drips down the sides of his cock.
Lifting my head I let his cock fall from my mouth, only to follow it down. Then, I lick him clean.
“Fuck, you love my cock,” he groans, pulling his fingers from me.
His strong hands shift me off of him and onto my back. He covers me, his mouth taking mine. One of his hands twists in my hair as he deepens our kiss.
I reach up and cling to him. He’s so firm all over, broad shoulders and lean muscle. My hands travel over his tattooed skin, memorizing every inch of him. That way, if it’s another week or more till I see him again I can try to conjure him up in my mind to tide me over while I wait.
He lifts his head and stares down at me, his eyes slowly moving over my face. He doesn’t say a word. Something is happening but good or bad I can’t read his expression.
Another moment ticks by and whatever he didn’t say seems to pass.
He pulls away, smirking at me. “Get on all fours. I’m not done with you yet.”
I do as he says, looking over my shoulder to watch as he takes something from the bag he brought. He opens the door to my closet, closing it as I giggle at him.
He pauses, only to mock glare at me before taking whatever he has into my bathroom. I can’t see what he’s doing but hear the water turn on and then what sounds like him washing something before the water turns off.
“Look at the wall,” he orders as he walks back into my room.
Something about his bossy way turns me on. The bed shifts with his weight as he moves onto it and comes to kneel behind me.
“I got a plug for your ass. It’s not bigger than what you already took tonight. Sound good?”
I gulp. “It won’t hurt?”
He rests one of his hands on the globe of my ass cheek, his fingers stretched wide, flexing and massaging me there. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to make you fill full. I have a feeling you’re going to fucking love it.”
He hasn’t been wrong yet. “Do it.”
“Easy grasshopper,” he teases.
My shoulders are tense from holding myself up. My breasts feel heavy, pulling me downward to my bed. His hand leaves my ass, a phantom print remaining a flashpoint where each of his fingertips bit into my flesh.
I drop my head and can see him between my legs.
He’s holding a bottle of something. There’s a click, loud in the silent room as he opens it. Cool liquid hits the crack of my ass.
“Tell me about your date.”
He massages the lube against my skin.
“What?” I ask confused.
Something cold and solid pushes against the tight ring of muscle of my ass.
He slowly begins to press it into me, stopping to add more lube.
Once the tip is inside me, he repeats himself. “Tell me about your date.”
I push back against the pressure of the plug and he sets his hand on my ass, stopping and steadying me.
“Don’t rush, tell me.”
My arms start to shake but I ignore it. From between my legs I watch him begin to stroke his cock.
“What do you want to know?” I ask.
His hand pauses at the head of his cock, his fingers briefly tugging on his piercing before moving back to the base. “Whatever you feel like telling me.”
He pushes the plug in further. Fuck. It’s impossible to think like this. God, all I want him to do is just push it in, not have a conversation. This is torture. Think Nicole.
“He’s a guy I work with. He took me to dinner,” I manage, inhaling and exhaling between each word.
He pushes the plug in further. “Why didn’t you fuck him?”
I ignore his earlier command for me to look forward, twisting my head to look over my shoulder at him. “You fuck every girl you go on a date with?”
His eyes never leave the plug in my ass. “I don’t date.”
Interesting.
“This was our first date.”
He pushes the plug the rest of the way in, his palm resting on the base of it and lifts his eyes to mine. “So, why didn’t you fuck him?”
Full, I’m full. Full in a way his three fingers only partially prepared me for. Why didn’t I fuck Josh?
“He isn’t like that,” I reply.
He twists the plug, pulling it out, the widest part licking the rim of my ass with heat as it stretches my skin. “Like what?”
“He’s a good guy,” I murmur, my voice almost a whisper.
He shoves the plug back in making me gasp. “He wouldn’t know what to do with you would he?”
He gives me no time to reply. “He’d fuck you missionary and he’d never know how dirty you are.” He shifts up on to his knees. “How bad you are.” He lines his cock up. “How fucking wild you are.” He punctuates his last sentence by thrusting deep and hard, filling me.
The power of his thrust pushes me forward. My mouth drops open, my head turning back and hanging down, the weight of it too much for me as I wordlessly groan.
He curves his body over mine, the heat of his chest seeping into my back as our skin connects. He plants one hand into the bed next to me, the other fisting in my hair.
He uses that hand to turn my head, pulling my hair like the leash of a dog. His mouth is on mine, kissing me, then biting my lips and tongue.
His pelvis hits the base of the plug with each thrust. Full, he wanted me to feel full. I get it, I do. I could burst but if I did it wouldn’t be bad.
It’s pressure. It’s every nerve ending coming alive and fighting for my attention all at once. It’s sensations I never considered possible occurring within me right now.
It’s feeling the tissue, the wall of flesh pressed between his cock and the plug.
My pussy spasms; it’s not an orgasm but my body clenches nonetheless. Wes does not miss it.
“Yes, choke my cock with your cunt.”
His mouth is only millimeters from mine so I breathe his words in, swallowing them whole.
My breasts swing with each of his thrusts. My hands ache to caress them, to toy with them.
Soon, I tell myself even though it will still be weeks or months until they’re healed. Focus on what feels good instead of what is missing Nicole.
His thick cock. The plug in my ass. His hand in my hair. His chest to my back. His eyes on mine. His fucking gorgeous face close enough to kiss.
I lean in and press my lips to his. He still tastes like me. Lifting one palm from the bed I press it to his cheek as our mouths mate.
When I start to pull away his fingers tighten in my hair and he tugs me backward. My back is still flush to his chest but now we’re upright, kneeling on the bed. The hand that was holding him up moves to my clit.
Oh God.
He sits back on his heels, taking me with him. The plug has all of my weight pushing it against his pelvis.
Oh God.
His cock does not stop. It fills me again and again, hitting me at just the right place.
Oh God.
His fingers strum and circle my clit. Gentle and then rough and then gentle again as he strokes me.
Oh God.
His face. His eyes. His pouty lips.
Oh God.
My mouth drops open and my eyes close as I silently scream my orgasm.
“Open your eyes,” he commands.
I do. I open my eyes and watch his jaw harden. I watch him press his lips into a tight line as his hips stutter their cadence. I watch as he erupts inside me. I watch the tension slide from his face as he continues to glide into and out of me.
Through all of this, his eyes never leave mine.
After a beat, he asks, “like the plug?”
I burst out laughing.
He grins, releasing my hair and bending my back over. He squeezes and massages the globes of my ass. He pinches one side, which makes me yelp, before he pulls out.
“I’m going to take your plug out now, or do you want to take it out yourself?”
I look over my shoulder at him. “You can.”
He lifts a brow. “Want me to tell you if there’s shit on it or not?”
I make a face. “Never mind, I’ll do it myself.”
I start to pull away but he stops me. “Relax. You can’t get hung up on worrying about stuff like that.”
“But, it’s gross.” I argue.
He shakes his head. “One day, if you’re up for it, I want to fuck your ass. Trust me, I do not think it’s gross.”
“Are you one of those people who like being pooped on?” I nervously ask, one hundred percent certain that was something I had no interest in ever trying.
He shakes his head. “Not my thing but I’m also not going to freak out if shit happens, literally.”
I laugh and he brushes my hair back from my face. “Sex is supposed to be fun. No matter what, if you aren’t comfortable or enjoying yourself then it won’t be good. Make sense?”
I nod, and then say, “You can take it out.”
He takes my hand, and helps me off the bed. His cum drips down my leg as we walk to my bathroom.
Wes starts my shower and tugs me into it. I laugh and he kisses me, water running into my mouth as he does but I don’t mind.
Breaking the kiss, he watches the water stream down my body.
“You didn’t wear a condom,” I murmur.
“You on the pill?”
I nod.
Picking up my soap, his gaze travels up and down my body as he lathers his hands. “Then we’re good.”
“Wes.” His name is my argument against his ‘we’re good.’
He exhales, his eyes locking on mine. “I’m clean. You want a piece of paper proving that I can get it for you.”
“Okay, but if you’re having se—“
He cuts me off. “I haven’t fucked anyone other than you since we met.”
Holy shit.
I open my mouth but he beats me to it. “Shut up.”
“Wes.”
“If you fuck someone other than me, tell me. If I fuck someone other than you, I’ll tell you. Now, you’re going to shut up and let me rub this soap all over you.”
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