CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
SKYLAR
WEST PUTS HIS MOUTH ON ME, AND I MELT INTO NOTHING. MY HANDS FLY into his hair, my legs wrap around his shoulders.
My mind goes blank, and my bones disintegrate in my body.
All at once, he’s everywhere and everything, and I am just eager moans and desperate pants and lost in his touch.
“Oh my god…” I shimmy closer and pull him tighter, trying to smother him without remorse.
Two fingers fuck my pussy. Harsh and hard.
But his tongue. His fucking mouth. Firm yet soft. Hungry yet steady.
“West. West,” I pant his name.
I chant his name like it’s a hymn, and I’m worshipping at his altar.
He is mind-bending.
Has been since day one. But this… “This is unlike anything I’ve ever —”
“That’s because you’ve been too busy fucking clueless pretty boys, fancy face,” he mutters, nipping firmly at my inner thigh.
I try not to cringe over the fact that I swapped from an internal monologue to an external one. I cover by pulling his head back to my core, spreading my legs, and dropping my knees as wide as they can go on the truck’s warm hood.
“Look at you.” He licks his lips, eyes dragging over my body so languidly that I swear my skin burns in their path. “Fucking delicious.”
I almost combust on the spot.
It’s public and primal and thrilling. Us, right here, right now, where anyone could see. The petty, little bitch inside me wishes Bree would pull up
now and see firsthand the way West glows for me. The way he couldn’t even wait to get inside before devouring me.
The flash of jealousy makes me grind on West’s hand, his thumb darting over my clit in response. “More.”
His brow quirks before he stares down between my legs. The way he looks at me, like he’s memorizing everything, makes me want to hide and beg for more, all at once. “Of the best pussy I’ve ever tasted?” Another swipe to my clit. “What a fucking treat, Skylar. Might just keep you like this all
week.”
“On your truck?” I joke.
“No, on your back with your legs spread for me.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
He drops his head, and I feel his rough chuckle against my wetness. “And screaming my name while you come.”
With that, his mouth suctions onto my clit, and his fingers curl inside my body. What usually takes a fair amount of coaxing is bearing down on me in a hot, bright flash. The telltale full-body flush, the tingling pressure coiling behind my hip bones. Followed by the blistering shock of my body breaking apart, cracking and shattering as I scream his name.
Every muscle. Every nerve ending. Every brittle wall built around my heart.
Weston obliterates them all with a world-class orgasm.
His touches soften. His lips kiss my inner thighs. His fingers spread my wetness all over my pussy like he’s an artist putting the finishing touches on his favorite piece.
My mind races, my body still recovering, as he pulls me down off the truck and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips, on his tongue, when he presses it into my mouth. His hand cups the back of my head as he kisses me.
Soft, but not too soft.
I don’t want soft from him right now.
And he must know it because his fingers curl into a fist, gripping my hair and tilting my head back. “How many are we at? I wanna hear you say it.”
I smirk. “Only one.”
“Only? You think I’m done here?” He grins, playful and predatory. “Turn around. Hands flat on the hood.”
“Thought you wanted to do things to my mouth, big talker.” I follow his instructions, palms sliding over the sparkling silver paint as his fingers work
at my dress. Tugging it up to expose my bare ass as I take in the remaining wetness in front of me. One booted foot lands between my sneakers, kicking my feet apart as he chuckles.
My body complies without hesitation, and I follow his lead almost desperately.
“If you need something to do with your mouth, you can use it to clean up the mess you left on my truck while I fuck you.”
I flush and bite down on my lip to cover the immediate moan that lurches from my throat.
The soft breeze tickles my bare skin as anticipation zings through me. No one has ever made me feel like this—filthy and powerful. It’s a fucking high.
I’ll never get over it.
The rip of a condom wrapper crinkles behind me, and a shiver races down my spine. It’s like a countdown, and in mere seconds, I know he’ll be — My forehead drops to the hood as he runs the thick, blunt head of his cock through my dripping slit. Looking down and back, all I can see is West’s big, rough hand—tattoos and all—gripping my hip and his booted feet with fallen
jeans positioned between mine.
I’m at his mercy and it’s a thrill.
“Hard or soft?”
I pant and lick my lips. Nervous. Hungry. Eager. It’s hard to say. With him, I want it all.
“Hard—” I barely get the words out before he plunges into me on a heavy groan.
“Fuuuck,” he rasps as my body struggles to adjust to his size. His width fills me so completely.
We pause, both panting. Both feeling each other. His thumb rubs circles on my lower back. Punishing and soothing.
Always soothing. Always anticipating my needs and looking out for me.
All without smothering me. Unfamiliar feelings squirm and writhe in my chest. Ones that make me feel warm and a little ill at the same time.
Then he draws back out. My fingers curl against the hood of the truck, and one of his hands palms the cheek of my ass. I know he’s watching me.
Watching us. I can always feel his eyes on me—right now is no different.
I whimper, forehead rolling again on the warm metal. A fire burns in my body. I want to tell him how good he feels, but only a desperate moan spills from my lips as he shoves his cock back into my aching pussy.
“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs as he reaches up to stroke my hair while he pumps in and out slowly. He’s gentle at first, but soon he gives my locks a firm tug, turning my head to him so our eyes meet. “Who’s gonna play with your clit? You or me?”
God. Just the mere question makes me flush. I’m by no means virginal, but the things that come out of this man’s mouth are — “Too slow, Skylar.” His hand moves down behind my knee, and he lifts my leg. With my foot propped on the front bumper, his arm slides down the inner length of my thigh and his fingers find my clit as he drives into me.
I can see the question in his eyes. Asking if this is okay, if this feels good.
Since day one, we’ve connected on a plane beyond words. It’s all always
been in his eyes.
“West…yes.”
His jaw pops and a sheen of sweat dots his forehead, but he never looks away.
He fucks me like I’m his. His dream. His obsession.
He fucks me like he’s my biggest fan, and I finally understand what he meant.
And it has nothing to do with fame or music.
The thrusts come harder, and my hands go slick against the silver paint as I struggle to keep my bearings.
“You take it so well, Sky.” His finger moves in steady, firm circles and his cock presses so deep inside me, I know I’ll be feeling it for days. “Eyes on me. Pretty, little pussy leaking down your thigh. Fucking love it, don’t you?”
Fuck. My teeth bear down on my bottom lip as I give him an eager nod.
“Yes. Yes.” I gasp out the words as he fucks me harder, my body shaking
with the force. “I fucking love it.”
He smirks at me.
He smirks at me while he’s fucking me. Confident and sure and pleased.
It sets me off, and the friction of him against my walls becomes nothing more than sensuous torture. The heavy wall of his body at my back, deeply protective. And the strum of his fingers on my clit, my undoing.
“West, I’m gonna… Fuck, West.”
My body spasms as my orgasm hits me like a train. Dropping my body to the truck is the only thing that keeps me from melting to the ground. My breasts ache against the hood, and even that warm pressure feels amazing.
My back seizes, hips pushing back, as though my body wants to feel him deeper. I’m quite sure my nails leave marks in the paint. My vision goes white and hazy before my lashes fall down.
His fingers strum again on my oversensitive clit and my whole body shakes.
“Fucking beautiful” filters in as he draws his hand away, hiking my leg up higher and spreading me where I’m collapsed to give himself a better angle.
And I don’t resist. I soak up the feel of his body inside of mine. The closeness. The affection in every touch, every thrust—no matter how rough.
His thighs slap against my bare ass as he takes me, fast and frantic and unforgiving. It’s delicious in every way. His hands. The noises he makes.
I might may be the one prone and bent over, but I know he’s the one on his knees for me. Bringing him to this point—making him feel this pleasure —it’s rewarding in a way I’ve never known.
“Sky, fuck. You should see how good we look together.”
I clench and moan as his thrusts turn slow but demanding. Primal. He stiffens around me, and his fingers grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he bottoms out and erupts.
His cock pulses inside me in the same rhythm as his fingers against my skin. I find myself wishing there was no barrier between us. That I could feel him. His cum dripping down my leg along with my own. I’ve never had that, but I want it with him.
It hits me all at once that I inexplicably want so much with him.
A shiver races down my spine as his hard, warm body collapses over mine under the blue sky. A shield—a comfort blanket—just like the first day we met.
Our breathing comes out ragged, and we say nothing as we both catch our breath. His hand massages the thigh of the leg he’s now returned to vertical, like he knows I’ll be sore from that position.
West nuzzles his nose against my sweat-slicked neck, and his mouth paints a line of soft kisses down my spine. His stubble rasps and gooseflesh dots my body even in the wake of the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had.
“How many, Skylar?”
“Two,” I breathe, amusement weaving its way into my tone. “I’ve never had two in a row.”
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” The words dance out across my
damp skin and make me smile. “Best sex of my life.”
“I just laid here. You did all the work.”
His deep, comforting laugh rumbles against my back. “It’s okay. I’ll make you get on top for number three. I wanna suck on those perfect tits while you ride my cock.”
Much to my surprise, my body perks up at the idea. “Okay,” I exclaim with an excessive amount of enthusiasm.
“Now who is whose biggest fan?” He nips at my earlobe, and I let loose a giddy giggle before blushing. I internally admonish myself for being down this bad already.
Air rushes between us as he draws away, and when he slides out of me, I feel empty. Like I want him back.
I turn to watch him roll the condom from his length. He catches me staring, and with a smug look, he takes the rubber and tosses it on top of my ripped panties.
His cum oozes onto the fabric and my jaw drops. “Rude.”
All I get back from him is an amused laugh as he buckles his jeans back up. “Then why are you glaring at your underwear like you’re jealous of them?”
I shrug and bite down on the smile that still breaks through. “Maybe I am.”
“Fuck, Sky.” His eyes fall to my still-exposed breasts. “You shouldn’t put ideas like that in my head.”
I reach for the ties on my dress, attempting—and failing—to retie them with post-orgasm shaky hands.
“Don’t bother,” he grumbles, batting my hand away gently. “I’m gonna come on those next.”
Then West hefts me into his arms. He lifts me with remarkable ease, and I squeal when I leave the ground. His boots eat up the ground as he carries me to the front door like an eager caveman. And I tell him as much. I’m laughing when he crosses the threshold into his house.
He stops only to kiss me. Soundly. Mouth hard on mine. Like we’re sealing whatever this is with a promise.
And I’ve never felt more cherished.