He ran his thumb along my hip, tracing the lacy fabric. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me already,” he growled, his voice deeper than normal. I might’ve been embarrassed of how wet I was and how easily he was able to tell just by looking, if it wasn’t for the look of utter awe on his face. I’d never had a man look at me that way.
“Did you wear these for me?” He kneeled in front of me, hooking both his thumbs into the band of my thong and slowly pulling it down my legs. Once it was off, he tucked the thin fabric into his back pocket.
I rolled my eyes with a smile. “I wore them for myself. Wearing them for you would’ve implied I knew this was going to happen.”
Wes shook his head, his own smile forming. “Always such a smart ass,” he muttered. He rubbed his thumb over my wetness. “And always so damn perfect,” he praised while still kneeling.
“Wes,” I breathed out, one of my hands running through his hair, fingers wrapping around the strands and giving it a tug. I needed something, anything, from him. Preferably, an orgasm. Or two.
“That mouth of yours always has something sassy to say. What about now?” Wes was able to read me like a book. “Feeling impatient?” He tsked. His rough hands moved down my legs, hooking them over his shoulders and pushing my skirt up even further. “I’m not going to rush this, Juliette. I’m going to take my damn time tasting your pussy. Got it?”
I nodded eagerly.
“I’m going to need you to use your words, baby.” His thumb inched closer to my most sensitive spot.
“Y-yes, Wesley,” I stammered, legs instinctively opening wider.
“Good girl. Love when you say my name.” He ran his thumb along my clit, putting pressure on the bundle of nerves, and my head tipped back immediately, a moan already threatening to escape. “I want you to be as loud as you want to be, baby. No one’s going to hear us back here with the music playing.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, nodding again. I couldn’t get any words out and was afraid if I started moaning, I wouldn’t be able to stop. He was barely touching me, and I was already a mess for him.
He hummed, looking up at me with a smirk. “No smart ass comments from that pretty mouth? Who knew all I had to do was touch you like this”—he started to circle his thumb faster against my clit—“to make you speechless.”
“I… I want more,” I stammered, and his smirk widened.
Not wasting any time, Wes buried his face between my legs. He started with his tongue, tasting and teasing me, while his fingers dug into my thighs to keep them spread. He dragged his tongue through my slit, humming ravenously against my core. My grip on his hair instinctively tightened to hold him in place. I watched as he devoured me, but it still wasn’t enough.
I tipped my head back, hips bucking against his tongue. “More,” I begged.
Wes moved one of his hands, slowly slipping two fingers inside me.
“O-oh, fuck,” I gasped.
His mouth moved to my clit as his fingers worked on me. If his fingers felt this good, I couldn’t even imagine how his cock would feel.
When I looked down, Wesley’s eyes were already on me. He was watching every way my body reacted, and as soon as our eyes locked, he sucked harder on my clit while methodically pumping his fingers.
“Fuck, Wes!” I cried out, eyes fluttering closed as I chased my orgasm, my hips bucking against his hand. “I’m right there.”
“That’s my girl. Come for me, baby.”
I fell apart within seconds, my back arching and legs trembling. My hips lifted to his mouth, a fire spreading through my whole body in response to the immense pleasure. My cries only got louder.
“Wesley,” I breathed, my grip in his hair loosening as I tugged him away, way too sensitive to feel his tongue right now. I struggled to catch my breath—my whole body was on fire.
“So fucking sweet.” He stood slowly, like he was in just as much of a daze.
I reached over, hooking my fingers in his belt loops and pulling him to me. He dipped his head, meeting my mouth. Isucked on his bottom lip, tasting myself, which got a groan out of him.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he murmured against my mouth.
“You’re telling me,” I said with a grin. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” My hands reached for his belt, fumbling to undo it.
I frowned when he set his hands gently over mine. “This was all about you, baby,” he said. “Don’t think I’m done with you—not even close—but I want you all to myself. I want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours all night. In my bed. You’re coming home with me.”
I definitely wasn’t about to argue with that.
“What are we waiting for, then? Let’s go.”
