We continued to dance the afternoon away and for once, I stayed present with my surroundings. Gabby and I laughed as we tried to keep up with Cade’s moves. He decided to add singing to the mix, which was the cherry on top of our cringeworthy dance sesh. Once the song was over, the DJ put on a slower song–Never Be The Sameby Camila Cabello. I wanted to give Gabby and Cade some time alone, so I excused myself.
"I'm going to get some water. Be right back," I lied. I didn't have any plans to come back. I had something else on my mind.
Once I made it off the dance floor and through the ever-growing crowd, I saw a familiar figure standing against the house. Cloaked in shadows, one of his black boots propped on the brick and a joint on his lips, West looked dangerous. With his smoldering eyes on my body, I felt a flame ignite in my lower abdomen and explode throughout me.
I bit my lip and strode over to him confidently, not stopping until I was standing between his legs. His cock was already hard against me. I pressed my mouth to his, taking in the smoke he hadn't exhaled yet. I pulled away and his eyes roamed my body.
"I thought you were mad at me," he said, stubbing out the joint on the brick mansion. "Nothing's going on with–"
"Shhh. I don't give a fuck about her." I pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his lips. I ran my hands up his broad chest and stopped on his shoulders. "Were you planning on staring at me all night or were you going to come over and join us?"
"I'm not much of a dancer. You looked like you were having a good time."
"I was. I am." My hands moved down his solid chest to his abs, stopping just above the top of his jeans.
“I didn’t mean to stare. I just can’t keep my fucking eyes off you.” West put his hands on my waist and pulled my body into his, pushing his hardness against my softness. “I want you, Ashtyn. I want to fucking consume you. Every inch. Every moan. I want it all.”
Heat seeped from my core hearing his words. I was wet and aching, unable to stop the freight train of lust barreling toward us. It was inevitable that we’d end up in this situation. It was something I couldn’t fight, and he couldn’t either, otherwise he wouldn’t be looking at me like he was possessed.
“I wasn’t sure you’d be able to get it up with all that whiskey you drank.”
“Why do you think I’ve been drinking so much? I wanted to ignore it, but it’s got a mind of its own. Watching you dance didn’t help.” With hooded eyes, he gripped the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His other hand moved down my dress and landed on my ass, giving it a squeeze.
"I want you. Now," I whispered in his ear.
Concern laced his features. Even a little tipsy–he must have the alcohol tolerance of an elephant–he wasn’t sure about crossing that line with me. His body wanted to but his brain hesitated.
“Before you tell me that we shouldn’t, I want you to know something. I need this. I need to feel something. You’re the only person I want to fuck. You’re the only dick I want inside of me.”
I stroked his cock on the outside of his jeans and his resolve melted away. The alcohol I consumed made me more brazen than I would usually be–just some liquid courage to speed the process along. The saga of me and West subtitledProbably Shouldn't But Gonna Do It Anyway.
"Come on." He led me inside, through the kitchen, down a hallway, and up a flight of stairs. We stopped at a door and he knocked and jiggled the knob before opening it.
It was a guest room but it looked like a suite in a luxury hotel. There was a mahogany king-size sleigh bed with intricate designs carved in the headboard, and it was covered with a deep red duvet and matching accent pillows. There were matching end tables on either side of the bed, one had an antique Tiffany-style lamp, and the other had a crystal vase filled with fresh flowers.
"Fancy," I mused, taking it all in.
West turned to face me, taking my face in his hands again. He kissed my lips gently as his hands trailed down my back and stopped at my hips. He pushed his cock into my soft middle, teasing me, readying me for the plunge into a beautiful disaster.
This time when I took that step, I knew exactly what I was getting into. There was no doubt this was a bad idea, but I truly didn’t give a fuck. I was going to give in–going to take–going to enjoy everything this man had to give me.
Because I fucking needed it.
I deserved it.
I dropped to my knees, taking his belt buckle in my hand, trying to figure out how to undo it.
"What are you doing?" West asked, clasping his hands over mine.
"I’m about to suck your cock. Don't worry, you're going to like it." He sucked in a breath as I went back to undoing his belt.
"I didn't drag you up here to...I don't know," West trailed off.
"Didn't we already go over this? I don't do anything I don't want to do, West. Now shut up and let me suck your cock."
He smiled as I tugged his jeans down his muscular thighs. His cock was stiff beneath his boxer briefs, the wide outline leaving nothing to the imagination. I pulled them down and West's cock sprang forward. As I distinctly remembered, he was long and thick and silky soft. There was no way I could fit his entire length in my mouth, but I was going to try.
"Well, this is new," I said as my eyes bulged.