The Games We Play - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

"That house is so motherfucking cute!" Jude says as he points up at a white weatherboard craftsman. He glances across the road at a navy one. "Ooh—that one is even cuter!"
"Shhh!" I tell him, holding tightly onto his hand as we stumble down the cement sidewalk. The trees above us make the light ripple over our skin, damp and sweaty from the getaway and the muggy heat.
"Should we buy one of those, baby?" Jude asks the lion as he kisses its mane again. "Just me and you because Cam is being a bitch."
I shake my head, pulling him down the street because he's walking so damn slow.
Groaning, I point at the house coming into view ahead. "C'mon, we're almost there."
"Almost where?" he demands, his voice climbing an octave. "Where the hell are you taking me and my baby? Oh! Oh my fucking God. Have you been here before, Cam? You secret little slut—who did you fuck here?"
I pull him off the curb, looking both ways for cars before crossing the street.
The house is silent, but I can see it faintly glowing gold through the closed curtains. Another weatherboard bungalow with a brick porch and a small lawn out front. It's old but well kept.
I take a quick glance at the driveway leading up to the small garage.
There are two trucks this time—and it's the shiny blue one that catches my breath.
"Cam!" Jude whispers as I pull him up the small path to the front door. "Who did you fuck and not tell?"
We stumble onto the porch, and I ignore him as I step forward to press the doorbell.
The doorbell doesn't work, so I knock, giving it three hard hits with my knuckle.
"I'm so proud of you," he interrupts, his voice softening as he leans toward me. "My little sneaky slut. Come here."
"Stop!" I laugh as he wraps me up in his arms like a boa constrictor, along with the lion. The mane flies into my eyes and mouth, and I try to push them both away, but my arms are trapped.
"I just want to congratulate you!" he protests as he begins to kiss the air with his pouty lips. "C'mere. Give Mamma a big ol' kiss."
I struggle to get him off me. "Jude—seriously—"
"Mwah!" Jude says as I pull my neck back as far as possible, every muscle in me straining to get away from him and his lips. "I'm so proud—my favorite little whore—"
The door swings open, and we both freeze.
Standing there is Wes.
He's shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a backward cap perched on his blonde hair. A dish towel is slung over his shoulder like he just wandered out of some damn domestic wet dream.
Jude's jaw drops so fast I think I hear it click.
My stomach sinks as I slowly, awkwardly lift my hand to close his mouth.
Wes's smirk widens as he eyes the lion, and he points. "Ain't that the Sigma Chi mascot?"
Jude clutches the lion tighter. "Yes."
"No," I say at the same time.
Wes laughs, dropping his head as he folds his arms and leans against the doorframe in a way that miraculously has my panties falling down my legs.
Not really—but in my head, they hit the ground.
I push Jude off me, who, now also stunned by a half-naked Wes, is easier to remove, and I brush my hair back from my face once free.
I tug down my tiny white miniskirt, which immediately catches Wes's attention. "Can we get a ride?"
"You mean a getaway car?" he arches an eyebrow at me.
"If that's a yes, then sure," I reply, looking up through my eyelashes at him. "Please. Neither of us have our phones, and we clearly cannot go back to that party."
Wes's lips twitch. "Alright. Stay here. Let me grab my keys."
"And a shirt!" I call after him, watching through the open door as his glorious back muscles move with every step.
Jude cups his hands around his mouth. "No pressure though, honey!"
The second he's gone, I turn to Jude with a sharp glare, who's looking at me like he's solving a puzzle.
He slaps my arm with every word. "You. Sneaky. Slut."
"Ow!" I flinch away from him.
"I thought you two only met at the library! How the fuck do you know where he lives?" he whisper-yells.
"I don't—" I start, but he cuts me off.
"You navigated us here like a goddamn bat! In the dark!"
"I have good instincts!"
"Don't you dare lie to me, Cameron." He points a stern finger at me before blinking. "Wait—c'mere. Your hair is a total mess."
"I don't care about—"
"Shhh! This is for both of us." Jude hushes me and slaps away my hands when I try to stop him from adjusting the long brown strands of my hair.
"The fuck you mean for both of us?" I ask as he quickly switches tactics and tugs down the already very deep V of my true-blue halter neck tank. "Jude, stop—"
"Let me—"
"No," I say before we're swatting at each other's hands in a fight.
Movement in the corner of our eyes has us both stopping and turning to the door, watching as Wes nears it while throwing a black long-sleeve over his head. I watch as every golden, taut ab slowly disappears from sight.
Jude sobs, pouting as Wes approaches. "Could this night get any worse?"
"You two ready?" Wes smirks, his eyes locking on mine as he tosses his keys from one hand to the other and steps out onto the porch.
"Yep." I nod as Wes closes the door behind him.
His gaze dips down my body, lingering in a way that makes my skin heat hotter than the night air.
Jude, of fucking course, notices. "Sir, my friend's eyes are up here."
I grit my jaw tight as I scream bloody murder through my eyes at Jude.
Wes laughs, not even the slightest bit ashamed that he's been caught, and gestures to the driveway. "After you."
Jude and I turn, walking down the stairs together, and I manage to quickly jab my elbow into his ribs as we reach the ground. He flinches away but doesn't say anything.
Instead, he asks, "So, which sexy beast is yours?"
"The blue one," Wes and I say at the same time.
Jude glances at me with a smug look. "Oh, really?"
I shake my head at him, close to getting on my knees to beg him to stop this fucking nonsense, and keep walking over to the blue truck parked behind a chrome-gray one.
When we reach it, Wes opens the passenger door and looks at me, clearly expecting me to climb in.
"Jude's better with directions," I say quickly, nudging him toward the seat.
"No the fuck I ain't," Jude replies, blinking.
"Yes the fuck you are," I insist through gritted teeth, giving him a harder shove.
Wes raises an eyebrow, glancing between us, but he doesn't argue as Jude climbs into the passenger seat, still clutching the lion.
I open the back door and hoist myself inside. Jude's door closes, and he flips in his seat as Wes rounds the front of the truck.
He grins at me. "Don't think I didn't see those bedroom eyes he was giving you."
"Shut. Up. Jude. Or I'm skinning the lion," I say through gritted teeth and flared nostrils.
Jude gasps in total offense and grips the lion tighter to him before spinning back around in the seat.
The driver's door opens, and I quickly press my back to the seat and breathe out my rage.
Wes glances at me in the rearview mirror, his smirk firmly back in place. "So, y'all gonna tell me how the hell you two ended up with the Sigma Chi lion?"
"That would make you an accessory," Jude answers as he reaches across the console and caresses the side of Wes' jaw. "You're too pretty for jail, baby."
Wes chuckles while turning on the ignition and shakes his head. "Well, shit, alright then. Where to first?"
The truck rumbles to life, and as we pull out of the driveway, wondering how the universe could possibly top humiliating me like this.
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I lean back in the front passenger seat, trying not to enjoy how comfortable it is. It's much better than the back bench.
But it's not just the seat—it's the whole car. The faint leather smell, the hint of whatever expensive cologne Wes wears, and the lingering warmth from his presence.
It all pisses me off how much of an effect it has on me.
I fiddle with the hem of my tank top, staring at the dashboard and not watching as Wes jogs down the steps of Jude's apartment complex. It was real nice of him to offer to walk Jude up to his door, and I have no clue why his gentlemanly manners piss me off so much.
There's something about the way he's grinning when he nears that makes my curiosity spark.
"What's so funny?" I ask as Wes opens the door and climbs up into the truck.
"Your boy tried to invite me in."
I blink at him, then burst out laughing. "Of course he did. What'd you say?"
"Told him I couldn't leave you waitin'." He scoffs as he turns on the ignition, and the truck sparks to life beneath me.
I press the side of my head to the leather headrest and smirk up at him. "I wouldn't have minded."
"That's exactly what he said." Wes flashes me a grin as he pulls away from the building and back out onto the main road. He blindly pulls his phone out of the cupholder and hands it to me. "Address?"
I type it in, aware of how quiet it feels now with Jude gone. Wes sets the phone on the dashboard, and we're off, the hum of the truck filling the space.
For a minute, we don't say anything. I focus on the road ahead, but I can feel his presence—steady, calm, and just a little too close.
"How was the party?" Wes' smooth voice fills the cabin, and I inhale, pressing my knees together and turning to face him.
"Fun," I answer simply. "I won a game of beer pong."
"No shit?" Wes chuckles, and I nod. "I'll have to play you sometime."
"Oh no, we don't have to do none of that." I shake my head as he glances at me out of the corner of his eye. "I'd beat you, and it would just be so awkward."
His laugh fills me with warmth. "Fuck, okay then."
I giggle, turning my gaze out the window and listening to the hum of the engine. With the comfy seat, the vibrations, and Wes' smooth driving, it's enough to put me right to sleep. A cozy, warm feeling spreads through my chest.
"Cam, why didn't you use the passes?" he asks, his tone quieter now.
The question throws me off, and I shift in my seat, turning back to him. "What passes?"
"The VIP passes," Wes replies, glancing at me. "The ones I gave you."
I scoff. "Oh okay, didn't know it was that big of a deal."
"It was to me," he says, his voice softer now.
"Sorry—I just..." I sigh. "My friends were so excited when they found out I had them, but my best friend, Scarlett, had to sit with her boyfriend and his friends—real douchey guys, humanity's worst. I didn't want her struggling through that alone."
He doesn't respond immediately, and when I glance at him, his jaw is tight, like he's mulling something over.
"You're forgiven for being a good friend," he nods. "But I still wanted you there."
"You saw me tonight. Happy?"
He glances at me, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Getting there."
I roll my eyes, but I can't fight the small smile creeping onto my face.
"If I need to get more passes, then—"
"Oh, Lord. Do not give anything to those assholes." I scoff and shake my head. "I'll use them at the next home game. I promise."
Wes puts up his pinky finger and holds it over the console between us.
I eye his hand. "You cannot be serious."
"Serious as a heart attack, baby." Wes grins at me, and I roll my eyes before hooking my pinky finger with his. "There we go."
The rest of the drive passes in a blur of light conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. By the time we pull up to my apartment, the tension between us feels lighter, almost manageable.
Wes parks the truck and leans back, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. "Think I could get a glass of water?"
I blink at him. "What?"
"Water," he repeats, glancing at me like it's obvious. "Can't be dehydrated after a game. My nutritionists will kill me."
I narrow my eyes. "Bullshit. You just want to get inside my apartment."
"Oh, absolutely," he replies, his grin mischievous.
"At least you're honest." I groan, throwing my head back against the seat. "Fine. One glass. Then you're gone."
"Deal," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt.
As we climb out of the truck, my stomach twists in anticipation. One glass of water. That's all.
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Wes sips his water like he's savoring a glass of fine wine.
I lean against the counter, trying not to let my irritation show as he casually wanders the apartment. He pauses by the bookshelf, his eyes skimming the titles like he's genuinely interested, then moves to the corner where a plant I've been trying to keep alive for three semesters sits half-wilting.
"This is nice," he says, gesturing to the apartment as a whole.
"Uh-huh," I mutter, drumming my fingers against the counter. "It's great. Now, goodnight."
He doesn't even acknowledge me, setting his glass down on the windowsill to peer through the blinds. "You always keep these half-open?"
I scoff. "You critiquing my blinds now? Shit, I thought I was the interior design major."
He turns, grinning like I'm the most entertaining thing he's seen all day. "Just making conversation."
He picks up his glass again, heading back toward the sink. I swear he's walking slower than necessary, every step deliberate, his presence taking up more space than it should.
When he reaches the counter, he sets the glass down and brushes past me—just enough for his arm to graze mine.
The air between us shifts, heavy and electric.
I feel him pause next to me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. My heart stutters in my chest, but I force myself to stand my ground.
He asks, staring down at me as I keep my eyes focused on nothing in particular, "You're not going to offer me a tour?"
"No," I reply flatly and turn to glare up at him. "Because you're supposed to be leaving."
"Eventually," he says, his gaze dipping to my lips.
I force myself to look at him, narrowing my eyes. "You know, for someone who supposedly respects boundaries, you suck shit at them."
"Only with you," he says, his grin shifting into something softer, almost vulnerable. "You make it hard."
I scoff. "I'm so flattered."
"You're so fucking physically and mentally attractive at the same time," he says, his voice dipping lower, "that it makes me crazy, Cam. I couldn't even focus on the game today because all I could think about was seeing you in my jersey with my name on your back."
My pulse skyrockets, but I keep my face neutral, forcing a smirk. "That's weird—the only name on my back would be Rome Booker's since it's his jersey I have in my drawer."
Wes blinks, then lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. "Fuck, no you don't."
"Don't I?" I tease, biting back a grin.
"You need to tell me you don't, Cameron," he says as I turn to fully face him and tilt my head back.
The alcohol is still buzzing through my veins, and I can't stop myself from playing with him. It's just too fucking fun. Plus—it's not like I could tell him that I was lying.
I did have Rome Booker's jersey in my drawer. He's my favorite player on the team, which made that run-in with him that morning all the more awkward.
"I can go put it on if you want," I shrug. "I usually wear it around the apartment. Just the shirt and panties—sometimes no panties."
He steps toward me, caging me against the kitchen island with his arms on either side of me. The lip of the granite countertop digs into my lower back as I lean back to maintain some distance between us.
"Well, then, I'm thinking I'ma have to give you another option." His blue eyes lock on mine, hard and fiery. When they said blue flames burn the hottest—they were definitely talking about Wes Reed's eyes.
"Oh yeah?" I arch a brow. "Do you even know my size?"
He grins, his eyes flicking over me slowly, before his hands are on my waist. The gasp I let out pisses me the fuck off. My body is a traitorous bitch.
"I could take a pretty good guess." Wes slides them up my sides, palms brushing the sides of my tits, and slips them back down to my hips.
My breath shudders. "That's another five dollars, Wes."
"Put it on my tab." He slams his lips up against mine, and I don't pull away.
Instead, I push into the kiss, my arms coming up to wrap around his neck while one hand shoves into the back of his blonde hair. I inhale him deeply as I let the kiss consume me. His big palms are on my thighs, and he's picking me up with ease.
A giggle escapes my lips when he props me up on the countertop without breaking the kiss.
"Tell me to leave," he whispers into my mouth. "Tell me to leave, and I will."
My mind blurs, and I can't even think. What language do I speak again?
I gasp, "I—I can't..."
"Then spread your legs wider for me, baby," Wes instructs, his hands on the outside of my legs as he guides my thighs apart. He then grips the soft flesh of my hips and brings me to the edge of the counter.
My pussy grinds up against the erection in his sweats, and I cry out from the delicious friction. My skirt rides all the way up, leaving me just in my nude seamless thong and nothing else. And with Wes in just a pair of gray cotton sweats, there's no buffer between us.
"That's my girl," he urges me on as I begin to grind my hips against him, needing more and more and more. He groans against me, feeling just as sensitive as I am.
His hand slips to the side of my throat, keeping me steady as he devours me.
The apartment is dead silent except for our heavy breathing and sloppy make-out sounds. We're in full view of the front door, and if Scarlett were to walk in right now, I doubt Wes would stop.
Wes wouldn't even stop if a fucking bomb went off outside.
But, as if reading my mind, he thankfully picks me up against him, and I wrap my legs around his hips on instinct.
"Which door?" he asks as I hum and blindly point in the direction of my bedroom.
Wes quickly crosses my apartment and uses the side of his body to push open my already slightly ajar door. He enters, kicks the door closed, and then moves us over to my bed against the wall.
My back hits my soft mattress, and I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him draw his long sleeve up and over his head.
I can feel myself mindlessly sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I stare at his naked torso.
He's panting slightly, the golden light slanting over every muscle that makes up him, the shadows cutting across his six-pack, making them all the more prominent. He's so damn beautiful that I could literally cry.
It feels illegal that I'm here. That I'm witnessing this—him.
He notices me watching him and tilts his head, one hand caressing up and down the outside of my bent knee. "What are you thinking, Cameron?"
"That I need you," I breathe out as I stretch my leg and press the ball of my foot over his swollen cock beneath his sweats. He groans out, and I smirk. "Now."
"Fuck, you're perfect," he grins as he swoops back down to me to claim my mouth with his.
His hands are at my waist, pushing up my halter neck, and I meet him halfway. He leans back slightly so I can get it over my head. There's no bra—the straps would've distracted from the top—so my large nipples instantly pucker as the air and Wes's gaze land on them.
I swear his pupils dilate so wide his entire eyes turn black.
"Shit." He inhales sharply, one hand sliding over the swell of my hips, up the side of my waist, and cups a heavy tit in his hand. "You're so fucking perfect, Cam."
He then dives down to claim a nipple in his mouth, and I throw my head back. He sucks the whole nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling it around and flicking it up and down. My fingers tangle deep in his hair, and I arch my back to push my tits into his mouth more.
"Ooooooh—fuck," I breathe out.
An electrical current passes through me, from the top of my head right down to my flexed toes.
The sound of him suckling me, the wet saliva on my skin, makes me moan.
He continues to suck as his other hand moves further down my body, , cupping my pussy through my panties, and I feel him grin against my skin when he finds out just how fucking wet I am down there. His fingers push through the fabric into my tiny hole, and I shudder.
"Last chance," he mumbles and pulls his mouth from me. I bring my chin back down to find his face hovering above mine, those big blue eyes searching my face. I nudge forward, my lips brushing his as I drag my gaze up to meet his.
"Fuck me, Wes," I whisper, but it sounds confident. "Please."
A grin pulls at his lips before he's kissing me again, making love to my mouth, to my tongue.
My skirt and panties go at the same time, ripped down my legs and tossed somewhere across my room. His hand cups my pussy—big and warm and dominating. I shudder at the contact when he starts to rub my clit.
His face is tucked into my neck, and he chuckles against my skin. "So fucking wet for your student, Cam."
"Sh—shut up," I breathe out as he slips two fingers into me so easily and begins to stretch me, prepare me for him.
I'm completely naked beneath him, my summer-bronzed skin a stark contrast to the white cotton of my comforter. I run my hands up his chest, my fingertips digging into the skin, and over his shoulders. I curl my fingers around to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He lets out a small purr at the sensation.
He curls a third finger inside me, rubbing against a certain spot that has my legs shaking.
"Nggh—ah!" I gasp out for more breath, not realizing I had closed my eyes.
When they flicker open, I see Wes hovering over me, watching my entire expression as he coaxes me closer and closer to an orgasm.
I frown. "Do—don't."
"Don't what?" he grins, tilting his head as he flexes and curls his fingers, pumping them in and out of me. "Don't look at you like you're the most gorgeous person in the world? Don't look at you like I'm not completely fucking obsessed with you?"
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and muster a nod. "Mmm-hmm."
"No can do, baby." Wes chuckles darkly before his lips are on me again, and his fingers are pumping and stretching me at a pace I literally cannot handle. I tug harder on his hair, my hips grinding against his hand as the pressure becomes unbearable.
It climbs and climbs, and I think he adds a fourth finger at some point, but I'm too lost in the horny haze to really notice. Plus, I'm so fucking wet at this point that anything could just slip in.
"F—fuck. Cumming." I swallow thickly as the pressure explodes inside my skull. "Cumming!"
My entire body tenses up as tendrils of pure pleasure rock me from head to toe. I throw my head back, my eyes rolling into the back of my skull, and it takes a few seconds before I can breathe again. My chest is heaving, and Wes takes the opportunity to dive down and claim another nipple.
He murmurs against my tit, "You're so pretty when you cum for me, Cam."
He's still caressing my clit, drawing out my orgasm, as I writhe impatiently beneath him. I slide my hands down to the low-riding waistband of his sweats.
"Off," I huff while tugging them.
"Still so damn bossy," he scoffs as he balances himself on a forearm above my head while the other shoves his sweatpants off. The second they're gone, I'm pushing at his shoulder, and he follows my lead, falling back onto the bed.
I throw my leg over him, straddling his thighs, and sit up straight. I push my hair back behind my shoulders, the long strands cascading down to my ass. He's panting as he gazes up at me, his entire focus on me and only me.
"You gonna ride me, baby?"
My gaze drops to his cock lying across his stomach, and I shiver. "Yeah."
He's so fucking hard that it looks painful. Not sure how it's legal for him to be walking around with that fucking weapon in his pants, but I'm not complaining.
Hell, I want it. He's the only person to prove me wrong, and I'm happy about it.
"Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now," Wes licks his lips as both hands curl around my hips and begin to palm my ass. I run a hand through my hair and laugh at his stupid comment, flickering my eyes to my bedside table.
I put a hand next to his head and lean over, reaching for the drawer. I gasp when I feel Wes tilt his head up to kiss and lick at the nipple as my tits hang in front of his face.
In the back of my drawer, my fingers find a box, and I slip out a navy-blue packet.
I sit back, and Wes eyes the condom while still palming my ass.
"Will it fit?"
"Extra-large," I answer truthfully, and Wes smirks at me. "After you, there was no way I was settling again—I just wanted to be prepared."
He calls my bluff. "Bullshit. You bought them for m—ah shit."
I cut him off by grabbing a gentle hold of his cock, my hand wrapping as much as I could, and I slowly pump him up and down. Pre-cum leaks out of his swollen tip, glittering in the low golden light of my nightstand table lamp.
God—he's just so big. How the hell that fit in me that night, I'll never fucking know.
Holding him steady at the base, I begin to roll the condom on him while he seethes through his teeth, and his hips buck at my touch. I stretch it down all the way to the base, the condom tight but just fitting on him.
I don't know what universal spirit was listening to me the night I screamed out on that porch that I wanted a big dick—but thank you so fucking much.
"Lemme help you, sweetheart," Wes insists softly, and his southern drawl has my pussy fluttering already. I lift my hips up, one hand holding him by the base, while Wes guides me onto him. "Yeah—just like that."
I slide the swollen tip of his cock up the slit of my pussy, the two of us releasing sharp breaths at the sensation.
Then I impale myself on him.
The groan we both let out is loud and so damn guttural it only turns me on more. With him gripping my fleshy hips, I slide all the way down, my ass hitting his thighs as he bottoms out inside me.
"Fuck—baby," he exhales as I lift myself off a little, adjusting to him. It's surprisingly quicker this time to get used to him. I grin back down at him, my hips rolling back and forth slowly as he stretches me out.
I roll my hips over, and his cock slides up against a certain spot.
My head tilts back. "Oh—ohhhh."
I swear I can feel him in my womb, in my ribcage, in my goddamn throat. With one hand on his lower stomach, I use it for balance and pick myself up and then drop back down.
Over and over again. I can hear the gushing of juices, the slapping of skin, over my moans.
My other hand slides up my belly, and I grip onto a heavy tit, my fingers tugging at the hard nipple as I continue to ride him.
"Shit," Wes hisses out. "C'mere, baby."
My eyes fly to his, and the begging in his gaze is too much to resist. I swoop down, pressing my chest to his, and claim his lips with mine. It turns me on a little more, to be above him, to be the dominant one for once.
His hands help me multitask, keeping my steady rhythm as we engage in a sloppy, breathy, open-mouth kiss. His tongue presses against mine, mimicking the movement of his hips below me.
"Ngggh—Wes," I moan, my lips falling from his as he begins to pepper kisses down my jaw.
"That's the first time you've moaned my name," he whispers with a slight chuckle. "Fucking music to my ears."
He's right—last time, I didn't know his name, so I didn't know what the fuck to moan. But this time, it just slipped out so naturally.
I go again, this time closer to his ear, "Wes."
And that seems to set him off.
He wraps his arm like an iron band around my lower back and begins to pound me from beneath. I press my face into his shoulder, my teeth digging into the skin as my entire body begins to tense up.
I moan against his golden skin, "Fuck—ohhhh."
"Shit—Cam," he seethes through gritted teeth as he violates that little spot inside of me. His skin smacks against mine, wet with sweat, balls slapping against my thighs with every hard plow.
I can't keep up, letting him rut into me as I lay there and take it. "Ah—ngh—so big—I—"
Over and over again until I hear a rainstorm in my ears, and I'm launched over the edge.
"Ah—Wes!" I moan out, wrenching my eyes shut, my lips permanently parted in an 'o,' but I'm not breathing.
I can't.
Wes delivers multiple hard blows to me before I feel him tense up beneath me, and he exhales heavily.
I glance up, watching him tilt his head back as he cums, deep and warm, inside me, "Fuck—Cam."
His jaw is clenched tight, the veins underneath all the more prominent in the light of my table lamp.
He's so fucking beautiful.
There's a moment of silence, of him orgasming and me just staring at him. His chest heaves as he pants heavily, blue eyes in a complete daze.
When he brings his face back down, his eyes are hooded and he's grinning.
"Still want me to go, baby?" he asks, bringing his hand up to brush away the hairs stuck to my damp skin around my face.
I scoff and roll my eyes. "You're so fucking full of yourself."
"Yeah." He shrugs as he shifts his hips, and I feel him growing harder again inside me. He lifts up into me and I gasp out.
"Shit!"
"Seems like you're pretty fucking full of me too."
I can't help but giggle as he rolls us over, kissing all over my mouth, neck, and jaw. He slips the used condom off, replacing it with a new one, and he becomes my entire world once more.