I groan and push her back down, taking full control of her movements as I pound into her throat. Drool collects around her lips, and tears begin to fall from her eyes. It’s the most beautiful fucking sight I think I’ve ever seen.
Heat spreads through my entire body as she continues to roll my balls in her palm while I force myself so deep inside of her that her nose brushes the soft hair at the base of my shaft. She finally gags and coughs, causing her throat to constrict around me.
“I’m coming, Zo,” I gasp a moment before every muscle in my body constricts and my hips stutter. I spill into her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop. I hold her there until I begin to twitch in her mouth.
She chokes in air as she pops off, drool and cum stringing from her lips to my still-hard dick. Without hesitation, she leans forward and licks me clean. My abs jump with a shock every time her little tongue swipes under my tip.
“God, you fucking taste good,” she moans, continuing to lick and suck every inch of me.
“Okay, enough,” I tell her when I can’t put up with her teasing anymore. I pull her up my body and roll us back over.
I kiss her mouth and then her cheek and across her jaw. My fingertips dance across her collarbone before moving down to her nipples, watching them pebble under the light touch. I circle them until she’s moaning and rubbing her thighs together. I take one in my mouth, sucking and nibbling it between my teeth while my fingers continue their descent between her legs.
I capture her other nipple in my mouth as my fingers circle her entrance. Her hips rotate, trying to get the friction she needs. I look up at her and smile, my wet lips marking her beautiful tits.
“Knock it off, Wesley,” she says, reaching down and grabbing my hand, pushing my fingers inside of her along with one of her own. Her head falls back as she takes a deep breath and arches her back in pleasure.
She continues to set her own pace, moving my fingers how and where she wants them. I watch them disappear inside of her and come out glistening with her juices that I can’t wait to taste. I kiss her stomach and give her nipples attention with my free hand.
Zo? whimpers and moans as she picks up speed, moving our fingers in and out, curling just enough as we push in to hit her soft spot that makes her gasp every time.
“I know, baby,” I tell her when her face scrunches up and her whimpers turn to pleading words in Arabic. “I know.”
I continue letting her set the rhythm but move up to watch every emotion flit across her face. Her eyes open and meet mine. I could get lost in how warm they are in this light. I try to convey everything I want to tell her in that one look.
How much I’ve missed her. How sorry I am for what happened. How gorgeous she is as she comes apart for me. How much I still fucking love her.
“That’s it, Little Doe,” I tell her, holding her gaze as her pussy begins to grip our fingers. I stop thrusting and just pulse the pads of my fingers inside her. A deep and guttural moan comes from her throat, and I cover her mouth with my own.
I consume her mouth, shoving my tongue inside of her to swallow every little noise she makes as she comes all over my hand. The noises are obscenely wet and so fucking sexy I don’t want to stop.
“Wes,” she whispers, using her hand to pull us both free of her. “I’m too sensitive.”
I look down at her face, flushed and content from all the orgasms she’s had in the last couple of hours, and wonder how the hell I got so lucky as to have a woman like this let me be a part of her life. I could kick my younger self for letting her walk out of my life all those years ago.
“Never again,” I say out loud. Her eyebrows knit together, but she doesn’t ask what I mean; she just smiles and pats the side of my face.
“We need to clean up and go back to the party. Quinlan may be too busy to notice I’m gone, but there’s no way your guys haven’t realized you’re gone.”
“I don’t care about them,” I say, rolling completely on top of her. She lets out a grunt and laughs as her fingernails trail up and down my back. “I will go back up on one condition,” I tell her.
“And that is?” she asks.
“You give us a shot.”
“Wesley,” she groans, rolling her eyes and simultaneously trying to roll me off her. It doesn’t work.
“Zo?,” I mock her. “I’m serious. I planned to come with you when we were eighteen, and I want to come with you now.”
Her face clouds over, and I can tell there’s something troubling her. There’s something there that she doesn’t want to say. I shove off her, my mood suddenly soured.
“I thought we had gotten all the secrets out,” I tell her while I get dressed.
“I haven’t seen you for eight years, Wes,” she sighs, covering herself up with a blanket. “Excuse me for not wanting to jump into something that neither of us has thought through.”
“I don’t have to think it through, Zo?.” I button my damp shirt and make my way back over to her, gripping her jaw in my hand. She whimpers and tries to look away, but I don’t let her. “You were mine back then, and you’re mine now. Those years in between don’t exist for us anymore.”
“But Wes—”
I shut her up with a kiss and realize as I pull away that she has a few tears running down her cheeks. Wiping them away with my thumbs, I kiss her wet face.
“Get dressed. I’ll meet you upstairs.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
OWEN
“Where the fuck did Wes get off to?” I ask the rest of the guys as we sit around a high top next to the bar.
“I think he went to literally get off,” Pyro answers, wagging his eyebrows as Greg laughs and Jack’s face darkens.
“He better not be fucking around with Quin’s best friend he saw earlier. She will never let me live that shit down,” he groans.