Page 37 of Graves & Griggs
Wesley’s grip on me tightens as he pulls us closer together, our tongues battling for dominance. He’s kissing me like it could be our last time, like I’m ready to run. Fuck me, I don’t want to run. Not from him. Not ever.
“Ro,” he pants into my mouth, forcing my cock to jolt against him.
“I can’t lose you,” I admit as he moves his lips against my cheek, then peppers my neck with kisses, sucking on that sensitive part that has my toes curling.
“You never will,” he promises against my skin.
“I could have. I need you, Wes. I…”
He freezes, pulling back slightly to look at me. I do my best to regain my composure, but I’m the first to admit I’m fucking terrible at it right now. Swallowing roughly, I bring one of my hands to his neck, holding him in place as I speak.
“Bend over for me. Now,” I strain.
Wesley practically jumps out of my lap, and I’m standing behind him in an instant. He moves to undo his jeans, but I stop him, plastering my cock against his ass and gently grinding against him. Fuck. He feels so good against me.
I push his hands out of the way and undo his belt with one hand, freeing the button of his jeans before I reach inside and take what I want. His cock throbs in my hand as I grip him tightly, dragging my hand up and down the length several times before he rests his head against my shoulder and sighs.
“You like that?” I mutter into his ear.
His eyes lazily come to mine, so many words swirling within them. “I love it.”
My heart practically leaps out of my chest as I release his cock, quickly undoing my own pants before pulling his all the way down. My hand comes to his back, and I bend him over the desk before spitting on his asshole.
“Hold on—this is gonna hurt,” I warn as I push inside him.
He tenses beneath me, a murmured grunt barely escaping him as I fully seat myself inside him. I pull out slowly, spitting on my cock this time before pushing in easier. Normally we have lube at the ready. In every inch of all of our houses it feels like. Since kids, though, we’ve all had to be a little less adventurous in where we have sex. The only reason I feel safe in here with the door unlocked is because there are half a dozen adults out there keeping an eye on the kids. So that means right now, this moment, it’s just us. Only us.
I push my cock in and out of Wesley as he reaches down and begins fisting his dick. He moans and bucks his ass against me, begging for more.
“You feel so good,” he moans.
“So do you,” I say through clenched teeth.
My hands are wrapped around his hips so that I can control the pace, but I quickly move one so that I can stroke his cock. Wes lets me, moving his hands to grip the desk as I begin quickly stroking him.
“You feel like mine,” I admit before I can stop myself.
Wesley turns his head to look at me as I continue pounding away inside him. His eyes are filled with heat and want as he speaks.
“All yours, Ronan.”
My cock twitches, and a rush of pleasure runs through me as I pick up my pace.
“Fuck! I love this. I love us. I love you, Wesley. I think I’veloved you for so long. I’ve tried to fight it. Tried to bury it,” I ramble as my orgasm begins to creep up on me.
I jerk Wesley faster, desperate to have him come with me.
His words are stuttered and shaky as he nods and moans.
“Me too. I love you. So much. So, so much. I want you, Ro, just like this, forever.”
His words are my total undoing. My balls draw up before I release inside him, fucking him harder as I milk every bit of my orgasm that I can. Wesley lets out a louder shout before his cum covers the desk. His hips buck against me, forcing me to lengthen my strokes on him as he continues to moan and wiggle against me.
When we’re both more than spent, we collapse. He slumps against the desk as I cover his back with my chest. We lie there for a countless amount of time, just breathing.
Eventually, we slowly peel ourselves away from one another before he turns to face me. The air is heavy, thick with tension as he watches me carefully. I swallow, expecting… I don’t really know. I don’t even know what just happened. One minute I was sitting here, and the next I was… confessing things I swore I never would. Feelings I insisted I never had. Skyla has reassured me countless times over the years that she would be more than comfortable with Wesley and I having more of a… romantic partnership, much like Asher and Liam. I always brushed her off, though. I always brushed everyone off. What started as a release while Skyla was with her other husbands turned into… more. I found myself craving Wesley. Craving his time, his laugh, his body. I’ve been craving him for years now, and in this moment, I’m struggling to remember why I’ve denied myself such pleasure. Why I’ve been denying us both.
He doesn’t speak; doesn’t ask questions or demand answers. Instead, Wesley takes two steps until our chests brush together before he cups my face in his hands.
