I shook my head and he continued to wipe my neck and face. He washed my hands and my arms as I watched the pink-tinged water circle the drain. Pulling me from my trance, West dropped to his knees and ripped the fishnets down my legs and untied my boots. He took each one off and removed the tights the rest of the way, chucking them behind him. He took the washcloth and began to clean the dried blood from my thighs.
I swayed at the contact of him being down there–while I wore the world's shortest skirt and a little black lace thong–and grabbed his shoulders to steady myself. What was wrong with me? My brother was in a makeshift hospital bed, beaten bloody and possibly concussed, and I was in the bathroom trying not to soak my panties with West on his knees in front of me.
West smirked as he continued to wipe me, doing a very thorough job by the way, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. "Are you okay?" He looked up as he slithered his hand over my inner thigh.
I stared back into his eyes and noted the darkness in them. The same darkness from that night on the deck. The hunger in his eyes consumed me and made me crave him even more. I didn't know if my desire stemmed from him being so damn attractive, or if it was from desperately needing contact. Needing tofeel.
"No," I said honestly.
He licked his lips and I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep my brain centered and focused. As I stood there, leaned against the sink, barefoot, looking down at the man I spent much of my childhood caring about so deeply, my heart raced.
"I want to taste you," he said as he kissed the inside of my thigh. And then the other. "I want to make you feel better, princess."
Was this happening? Before this, he was mad at me. I was strong for a long time, avoiding him at all costs, but I couldn't be strong right now. I was weak for him. Without saying a word, I pulled the button on my skirt and inched it down my thighs, kicking it away from me as it landed on the floor.
"So fucking perfect," West said quietly as he kissed over my thong, the lace material rubbing, generating the friction I was craving. He pulled the thong down quickly and put it in the pocket of his jeans.Weirdo.
He kissed the insides of my thighs and worked his way closer to my wet heat. I was beyond ready for him. Dripping. Aching. Needing. West’s hot breath encased my pussy, and my head dropped back as his tongue finally made contact with my clit. He lifted one of my legs on his shoulder and began to lick and suck on me, gentle at first, slowly ramping up his pace. His licks and thrusts became punishing, all-consuming. I groaned and bit my lip, trying to stay quiet.
"Don't you dare hide your moans, princess. I want to hear."Lick.
"Every."Lick.
"Single."Lick.
"One."Suck.
I was bursting on the inside. Electrified and ready to explode as his tongue explored my pussy. I raked my fingers through his hair and pulled him in closer to me as he lapped and prodded with his tongue. He worked two fingers into my pussy and curled them, thrusting, making me come undone as his tongue massaged my clit.
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Come on my tongue."
"Fuck, West!" I hissed loudly, letting the feeling consume my body. Letting myself lose control.
He continued to caress me with his tongue, milking every last second of my explosion. I breathed heavily as he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. "You're so fucking sweet.” He stood and crashed his lips to mine. He kissed me fiercely, much like last time. Tongues battling and teeth clashing–it was an explosion full of lust and hate–the perfect combination.
He pulled himself away and got a new washcloth from the vanity drawer, cleaning between my thighs. He helped me back into my skirt, and once he was done, he washed his hands and took off his hoodie. "Here, your ass is hanging out of your skirt," he sneered before tossing the shirt at me and storming out of the bathroom.
Classic West. He could be sweet and kind and unbelievably giving one minute, and the next a complete and total asshole. I wasn't sure how he turned his emotions on and off like the flip of a switch. My face was still flushed and red and I look thoroughly fucked. Although I still felt that achy need between my legs, I washed up and put the black hoodie on that smelled likehim.
If I was going to play with fire, I was going to need to toughen up, because messing around with West Moretti was a dangerous game.
16
West
Stupid.Fucking.Idiot.
I was a stupid fucking idiot for feasting on Ashtyn's pussy in the McKinley's spare bathroom like a man starved. A man with no self-control. Right after she found her brother beaten half to death, no less. She wasn't in the right emotional state for me to lay that one on her, yet I did. Because I'm a stupid fucking idiot.
Once I left the bathroom, Axel and Avery were waiting outside Remington's door. Axel gave me a knowing look and smirked but I didn't give a fuck. I couldn't get the image of Ashtyn coming out of my head. Her sweet juices running down my hand and face. Fuck, I needed that again, when I could sit back and enjoy it.
The look on her face as she stared down at me as I ate her out was an image I would never forget. The lust in her eyes–with a side ofthis probably isn't a good idea, but who gives a fuck?–made me want to come in my jeans. I adjusted myself as discreetly as possible, my dick harder than steel and my balls screaming at me for a release, when Ashtyn walked out of the bathroom in a daze.
"Now that you're both here," Avery eyed me suspiciously. "I want Remington to stay for a few days so I can keep an eye on him. I don’t think he has a concussion, but to be on the safe side, he should stay. I think he should go to the hospital, but I know he won't go. The best thing is for him to recover here."
Ashtyn agreed that Remington would be better off here rather than going to the rat's nest they call home. Much cleaner too.
By the time she said her goodbyes and we were in the car driving home, it was almost midnight.