Giving In
WESTLEY
THE INTENSE sensation rushed through my veins, making my skin tingle and burn. The moment my lips captured his, I knew I couldn’t stop. Instantly, I felt a familiar feeling, yet it still felt new and full of anticipation.
I grabbed the back of his head as I angled my lips and moved intensely against his reluctant ones. No way, I would let him go without showing him how I wanted to do it like it was the medicine left to treat my obsession over him.
He moaned as he wanted to speak against our mouths, and I found a way to slip my tongue inside.
I arched my back, pushed my hips forward, and pressed my body against him. My nipples hardened at the burning sensation our skin created against the thin fabric we were wearing.
Then he kissed back as intensely as I did, then abruptly stopped as he spoke into our mouths. “Westley.”
I tightened my hands around his head, and I felt his hands traveling to my back.
“Westley, please?” That plead made me stop abruptly, and I felt like I just stabbed myself with a knife right into my chest. At the same time, I felt the intensity of the pain when I realized what I just did.
“Hey, look at me.” He was still catching his breath before he quickly pressed his lips against mine. “Please?”
I was still scared to see the emotion, disgust, or anger in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I bit my lip when tears started to well in my eyes.
“I am not.” He lifted my chin up. “Just look at me, please?”
I thought my heart stop beating when he said he wasn’t sorry. Finally, I got the courage to meet his gaze. I could see the concern, the care, and the admiration in those pools that I never expected.
“You know we both feel the same, Westley. It’s making me insane. I am not refusing you. Hell, I want to take you right now.” He pressed his bulge against my lower belly to let me feel that he was affected by our kiss. “Feel me. I know we are not taking it slow anymore, but first, I want to take you out on a date.”
I felt my mouth slacked open. My eyes were probably as wide as my mouth right now.
“How about Friday night?”
I nodded like a stupid while my tongue was still stuck in my mouth before he held my hand.
“Where’s your apartment?” he asked.
“Um, just right here.” I pointed at the door just next to his.
Clyve just shook his head and laughed as he looked at me. “I must say you’re a creepy stalker right now, Westley.”
“Obsessed,” I corrected.
“I’m beginning to love your obsession.” He took the key I offered to him. “We might as well make a secret door towards mine. What do you think?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I also think about that.”
“Maybe we could share a living room or kitchen since you’re a good cook.” He wandered his eyes around.
“I was thinking the same thing.” The size of the living room was good enough that I could put a set of couches and furniture. The apartment had two bedrooms, a kitchen, and two baths just like his.
“That’s the best idea you’ve ever come up with,” he said as we moved to the kitchen.
“I haven’t been able to take a good look at your apartment. Do we have the same floor plan?” I wrapped my arms around his waist as he leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Let’s go then and find out.” He turned his head to look at me.
“Are you sure?”
“I would not say it if I wasn’t, Westley.”
I wished he knew what I was trying to point out. We walked out, and my anticipation was killing me as he pushed the door open. My breathing quickened as he locked it behind us.
A gasp escaped my lips the moment his hands cupped my face and kissed me hard which held my breath in my chest. It was a kiss of confidence and certainty-a kiss that made my toes curl, made my heart race, a kiss that he made a point I was linked to his soul and a kiss that I was sure I couldn’t run away from.
“Don’t ever think that a single second I never thought of kissing you. You know the reason why I stayed away from you. I couldn’t, and I thought I’d ripped my heart open every time I looked at you, yet I couldn’t touch you, and I couldn’t take you like you were mine. Do you know how hard it is, Westley?”
I looked him in the eye, and I was pretty sure I’d seen some sincerity, and I just caught myself in the hunger blazing deep inside. “I am sure I know exactly how it felt. I’ve been there, done that. I’m so sorry if I hurt you and if I lied to you. I knew the moment I did that, I ripped my heart with my words.”
He kissed me again. It was quick, and I felt like I wanted more that had my skin prickled. I sagged against the door when our lips parted, and he was squeezing his eyes shut, seemingly trying hard to have everything under control.
“Fuck!” That was the last word that came out from his lips before he smashed into mine. We kissed like it was our last seconds together. His taste mingled with mine, and it was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and as if on cue, he lifted me, his hands on my ass. I snaked my hands around his neck as we kissed, and before I even realized it, he was crossing his living area right to probably his room.
I unwrapped my legs around his waist and stood on my feet. We fumbled to take off our clothes. Within a few seconds, we were both naked, staring at each other as if it just now came to our senses of what we’d done.
I was still stunned, trying to process it, trying to wrap my head around it, but I could see the determination in his eyes as he stepped closer to close the gap between us.
He was a sight to behold, and I was instantly ablaze with naked lust more powerful than I had ever felt before. I was fascinated with him naked in front of me that I forgot how to breathe. I traced my fingers on his chest down and relished the feeling of his well-sculpted abs against my fingertips.
“What happened to the taking you out on a date?” he seemed amused. “Forget about it, but we are still going to dinner. Right now, I couldn’t think straight. I want you, Westley like I never needed anything in my life. I need you. I was a fool to think that I could control my feelings with or without you. I was wrong, and I think we’ve both suffered enough, and we deserve a little happiness right now, don’t we? Do I talk too much?”
“Yeah. Kinda. Can we talk about it later?” I slowly moved my hand to his back and the other to hold his fully erect cock, and he rewarded me with a deep groan. “We have a moment, and we will continue that later because I missed you, and I wanted you so much I would collapse if you wouldn’t take me,” I said between strokes.
“I missed you so bloody much, Westley. I thought I completely lost you.” He leaned down and captured my lips. His arms wrapped around my body as he pressed himself against mine. His warmth enveloped me, and I just melted into him.
“I want you now.” I wrapped my leg around his waist as I guided his length into my wet entrance. I couldn’t ignore the ache between my thighs anymore. It’d been too long since we had each other like this.
In one rough movement, I was lifted from the floor. He then carried me to the bed and settled me at the center.
“I want you-” I said urgently. Before I could finish my words, he was all deep inside me. I let out a scream as I felt my walls stretched, and he let go of a guttural roar in surprise.
“Bloody fuck.”
The feeling was like a deja-vu. Nothing had ever felt so right when it was with him. It had never felt perfect like this with anyone. My vision blurred with so much sensation building in my core. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the kind of contentment, the kind of happiness now that I was with him again.
Then he suddenly pulled it all out. I opened my eyes to the sudden loss of contact, and he was looking at me with the same hunger as earlier.
My skin tingled with fierce anticipation as his fingers traveled further to my ass. It was sensory overload as he found the forbidden area, but I didn’t want him to stop.
Linton leaned in, and I stilled with a moan, my head thrown back against the pillow, absorbing the feeling of his hot mouth on my nipple. He sucked it and bit the tiny bud, at the same moment, the tip of his finger pushed inside the ring of my tight hole. The way he grazed it, the sensation promised so much more. The pain and pleasure started to fire on my skin, and it was so delicious that I whimpered in his arms.
He moved to another breast. I gasped in shock and opened my mouth with a silent cry of ecstasy as he bit harder and pulled my nipple into his mouth. My fingers dug into his arms. My hips backed.
He thrust in again. I forgot how massive he was, how he filled me, and stretched my two holes at the same time until I thought I would split apart. Heat raced through me as I was all filled up. I felt he was too much, too full, too good, and I was breathless as we moved in rhythm, and I lost myself with him.
I’d been longing for him, not only to feel his touch, his kiss, him being inside me, it was more than that. I’d been longing for a man’s love, for a man’s care, and I knew only one person could give that to me, and even if it took a lifetime for as long as he would end up with me, I took my chances.
I opened my eyes, only to meet his heavy-lidded satisfaction. “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else, Linton.” Tears flooded my vision.
“I couldn’t think of anything else other than you, Westley. Let go, love. I couldn’t hold any longer.”