Page 83 of A Minute More

Wesley cocks his head, watching me intently, and then he murmurs, “Well, you better go.”

“Yeah. I should go.”

I move to get into my car, but he stops me with a sigh, pulling me into him and lowering his mouth to mine.

“Let me come home with you tonight. I want you.”

It’s enough for me to cave. Those warring indecisions have suddenly been forgotten as I nod and he slides into my car. We don’t speak as I drive us home, and as soon as we stumble into my apartment, I’m on him, pulling on his shirt and wrenching it off his head. My hands are on him, my palms scraping up his abdomen and his chest until they’re wrapped around his neck and holding him to me.

“Oh fuck,” he moans as I bite at his lips, frantically peeling away our clothes until there’s nothing left, but skin.

I push him onto the couch and he falls with anoof. His hard cock hits his abdomen with a smack, and I fall to my knees, pulling it into my throat as I swallow around it. I love sucking cock. For years I was met with disinterest, and now I have this.

Wesley arches back, his chest flushed with color, his eyes hooded as he watches me suck him down.

How can I ever give him up?

My hands travel up his thighs, massaging the strong muscle there as I continue to lap and suck on him, and when I finally pop off and drag my lips up his stomach, Wesley grabs on to me and pulls me up, his mouth smashing into mine. We moan and grind against each other, too consumed with the other to pay attention to things like time.

I lose all sense of that when he’s around.

“I want to fuck you,” he moans, his hands massaging my ass. “Let me fuck you, Simon.”

I reluctantly move off of him and grab some lube. I slick it across his cock before slowly stuffing myself full. He watches me with a needy stare as I lower myself onto him, inch by glorious inch until he’s balls deep.

“Why do you always feel so damn good?” he moans as I sit with him inside of me, relishing the feel of the way it stings, the way he stretches me with no prep.

“I don’t know, but fuck, Wesley.”

“Love when you say my name.”

“Love when you fuck me,” I groan and then gasp when he arches his hips and tunnels further inside of me. “Oh god, I love…oh fuck…you.”

My words trail off incoherent and muttered. I don’t even know what I’m saying as he bounces me on his cock, our skin slapping together, my fingers holding on to his shoulders, my lips parted in constant moans and grunts as he takes me apart piece by piece.

“You’re so hot. So damn hot,” Wesley says and then bites down on my neck, assuredly leaving a mark there. I don’t care. I love looking at my skin and seeing what he’s done to me. I love remembering. It’s why I want it hard. Why I want it to hurt. Sometimes I wake and don’t believe any of this is real.

Sometimes I think I’m going to roll over and wake up from it all.

This is too good to be true.

I ride him rougher, making his fingertips dig into my sides harder and harder until we’re both groaning loudly, the sound disgustingly feral as we take what we need. And when he finally comes, filling up my ass, and I burst across his chest, we lay there limp and sweating, our chests heaving as we try to catch our breath.

“God. God damn,” Wesley murmurs as he kisses lazily across my shoulder. He hasn’t moved from me, and I don’t plan on getting off his lap any time soon.

“I don’t want to move away from you,” I admit, feeling like my heart is fracturing at the thought. It’s crazy because we barely know each other, but this connection we have…the one we’ve had for weeks isn’t something I think I’ll find again.

“I don’t want you to move either, but you have to. You’re too smart to stick around here. You have an awesome opportunity.”

“Come with me,” I say, not looking at him, but asking again anyway. I can hear his intake of breath and he doesn’t answer, causing my heart to shrivel in my chest.

He’s letting me down easy. He doesn’t want to tell me no.

That’s fine. I’ll be fine.

I let him hold me for a minute more and then shift off of him, already feeling his release start to exit my body. I wish I could keep it inside of me, keep a piece of him with me at all times. Because pretty soon it will all be over. Pretty soon he will just be a memory.

In the bathroom, I wash up and Wesley appears behind me, looking like some kind of god as he folds his arms across his chest.

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