Chapter 177
(WESLEY)
Never in a million years had I expected things to happen like this. I’m naked beneath Jericho, trembling like a leaf, shrouded with lust and need. When I first went to his room, I thought that I would say just a few words and be on my way. Now I’m lying here naked and he is about to fuck me on his bed.
Excitement and desperation spiral through me as the realization hits me fully. He isn’t stopping and neither am I. I know that he wants me just as much as I want him. I can smell his arousal and feel his hunger. Now I’m on his bed and he is there tormenting me with such pleasure that I have never once experienced in my entire life.
Jericho cuts another protest off at the pass. He reinserts his fingers quickly and plunges in so deep that I make a completely undignified sound that I can’t quite place between a gasp and a cry. He doesn’t seem to care about that though. His tongue goes back into action, licking and licking the slick against the stretched skin where his fingers work in and out at a steady pace before gliding further down and licking my balls.
I can’t get enough. I’m aching for more, so I reach back and thread my fingers through his hair and tighten them through the brown strands as I try to maneuver him upward again. I’ve never been this desperate to be fucked my entire life. It’s so bad that I’m now babbling like an idiot.
“Harder, oh my god, Jericho, please…Fuck!” he feels so good that I doubt if I can stand it much longer. “I have to come, Jericho, please.” I let go of his hair and grab the sheets again as he drives his fingers in deeper and pulls them out agonizingly slowly that I want to cry.
He gently sucks one of my balls into his mouth, humming something that sounds like. “Nu uh, in the process p>
My chest aches with emotions that I’m not familiar with. Normally, I’d just fuck whatever alpha that I picked up and go home unbothered. But much as Jericho is tormenting me, I also want him to take his time with me. I love that he is taking his time with me. I want this to be the best sex of my life.
“Damn it, Jericho, you’re fucking killing me p>
Like he is validating my whines, he crooks his finger inside, brushing against my prostate as his tongue flattens to lick a path from my balls to my rim.
“Fuck…fuck, Jericho, please I need to come, please!” I’m sure that I can blow into a thousand frustrated pieces right now. Pressure builds along my spine, circling my abdomen and even extending down to my legs. My thighs feel tense. But as badly as I want to shoot, I don’t want him to stop. I never want him to stop.
His fingers grazed my prostate once more as they go out. My pitiful whine turns into a moan when he presses his face back to my ass again, sucking and licking harder than ever. I move my hip in sync with his tongue, trying to push myself over the edge that he seems to be determined to keep me on indefinitely.
The more I squirm underneath his touch, the more he groans, which sends more vibrations trimming through me. But still, that isn’t enough. Nothing feels enough.
He pulls back slightly, spreads my ass open then spits, smearing it around with the head of his thumb. Before I can lodge yet another complaint, his fingers push inside, stretching more than they did before because they are now three. Three of Jericho’s long fingers stretching in and out of my ass.
Maybe now he sees, or rather feels that I am more than ready. He moves up to me and kisses me. I respond, sucking his tongue and tasting myself on it. “I need you inside me,” He holds my frantic gaze, pupils blown with lust. He looks gorgeous.
At the back of my mind, I know that he should put on a condom. Of course, I can’t get pregnant. He might think that it’s really not necessary because I told him that I can’t be pregnant. But that would be selfish and reckless. There are plenty of other reasons why we should use protection. Gritting my teeth, I force out. “Condom p>
“Uh, I haven’t been with anyone in months.” He frowns, looking dazed. “My test before that was negative p>
Relief floods through me. “Same. My most recent test was negative p>
“Okay.” I huff, licking my bottom lip. “Then fuck me bare, Jericho. That’s how I want it with you p>
“No need to ask twice.” He says.
A nudge of guilt creeps at me. “This is a terrible mistake. We… we should stop. We need to stop. But I don’t want to.” I whimper, pulling his face in for another salacious kiss. The way his tongue seeks mine is erotic and sensual. I feel like I can cry any minute now.
“Were just having a little fun, remember?” he whispers in my ear once the kiss ends. “Don’t worry so much, Wesley. Nobody has to know. Not Miles, not anyone p>
“Yeah,” I pant, thrusting against him. “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him p>
He smiles into my desire drenched eyes, glad that we are on the same page. He reaches down and guides his cock into my slick hole, and his breathing picks. “You want this, right, Wesley?
“I fucking need it.” I grate out, rubbing myself on his abs looking desperate.
“Alright then, it’ll be our little secret p>
“Yes, yes Jericho. Now fuck me please. Fuck me hard p>
He pushes inside of me and I cry out. He grits his teeth as though he is about to explode instantly. I squeeze my muscles as he leans in to taste my mouth before he begins to thrust. He swallows my anguished cries. My heart races with excitement.
I have always wanted Jericho to fuck me. Since the moment he protected me from Reid. I can’t believe he is inside me, taking what he wants. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m so fucking desperate for his cock. I wiggle and squeeze my hole on his dick, riding it like I’ve never wanted anything more.
I’ve never definitely wanted anything more than I have wanted him. The ease with which he perfectly fits makes me feel like he was made for me. I wrap my legs around him and roll my hips as I puck myself on his dick. I moan and whimper and feel him grow harder inside me by it. I want him to pound me through the bed. I want to scream his name as I come on his cock.
We should probably be quieter, but he too can’t control his groans of need now. And I’m certain he isn’t about to ask me to keep it down either. I love his groans. Even if Miles himself burst in this room and told me to stop, I’d ignore him. I’d hold onto Jericho until he finished inside my hole because I never want him to stop.
I moan louder and my eyes widen. I dig my heels on the edge of the bed as my body gross rigid.