The Games We Play - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

Tonight had been perfect.
Too perfect. The kind of perfect that made my chest feel too full, too warm—like if I wasn't careful, I'd start spilling over.
Jetton Park stretched around us, the lake dark and endless, the surface catching the moonlight in ripples. The air was cold and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, but I was cocooned in nothing but warmth. Wes had backed his truck right up to the water's edge, the bed transformed into something straight out of a dream.
Fairy lights were strung overhead, twinkling softly, casting everything in a golden glow. Layers of thick blankets were spread beneath us, the flannel lining soft against my skin, and pillows had been tossed around like an afterthought.
Like we'd be staying for a while.
And maybe we would.
We sat with our backs against the cabin. Wes had one leg stretched out underneath me, my thighs thrown over his—my body half in his lap, half tucked into his side. The blankets were over our laps, snug and warm and so damn cozy.
I sighed, melting into him, breathing in the scent of him—cedar and freshness and the lingering spice of his cologne.
Our dessert sat on my lap atop the blankets, a box of rich, dark chocolate berry gâteau cake, half-eaten and entirely destroyed by our wooden forks. Wes stabbed at another bite, lifting it toward my mouth, and I let him feed me, humming as the chocolate melted on my tongue.
His eyes flicked to my lips—dark, hungry.
I swallowed, heartbeat stuttering, and grabbed my own fork, scooping up a piece before bringing it to his mouth.
His lips curled into a lazy grin before he leaned in, taking the bite straight from the fork, tongue flicking against the tines. A small smudge of chocolate clung to the corner of his mouth, and I grinned.
"Dear Lord, I cannot take you anywhere, Wesley Reed." I giggled, grabbing hold of his jaw as I lifted my thumb to swipe away the crumbs from his lips.
Wes caught my wrist before I could pull back, his lips brushing over the pad of my finger as he grinned—all gums and teeth covered in dark chocolate cake.
"Oh my God," I wheezed. "You're actually feral."
He just chuckled, wrapping both arms around me and tugging me back into his chest. "Thought that's how you like me, baby."
I turned my face away from him, looking out over the moonlit lake with a scoff. "And to think I was just about to say how perfect this night had been."
Wes stiffened slightly—just for a second—before he pulled back enough to look at me. "Yeah?"
There was something so earnest in the way he asked it, something boyish and hopeful, like he was waiting for a gold star.
Like he was nervous.
I frowned slightly, turning to him as I studied him. "Of course, Wes."
His lips parted slightly, like he wasn't sure if he believed me, and my chest squeezed at the realization.
"You really mean that?" he asked, quieter this time.
The man who commanded entire stadiums. Who played in front of thousands of people every Saturday. Who carried the weight of a whole damn football program on his back without ever faltering.
And yet, right now, here in the bed of his truck, he looked like a boy just wanting to impress the girl he loved.
I smiled, cupping his jaw. "I mean it."
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his arms tightening around me like he needed me closer, like he needed to believe it.
I kissed him—slow and soft—tasting chocolate and something sweeter.
"My golden boy," I whispered against his lips. "This date has been the kind of date I only dreamed about when I was younger. The date I stupidly ate 12 grapes under a table at New Year's for. The date I asked the stars for. You've completely ruined dating for me—no one else will stand a chance."
"Damn straight—because there will be no one else, Cameron." Wes pulled back just enough to look at me, his blue eyes warm, heavy-lidded, and filled with something dangerously close to worship. "Not even old, wrinkly grandpas."
I snorted, shaking my head. "Oh my God, are you seriously still hung up about that?"
His jaw tensed, like the memory alone irritated him, and I bit back a grin.
I knew exactly what he was talking about.
While Wes had gone to grab our coats from the check-in, I'd hung back near the entrance, feeling warm and glowy from the night. An older man—gray-haired, well-dressed, the kind of grandpa who probably made homemade pasta and told dramatic war stories—had struck up a conversation with me.
He was sweet. Complimented my top, told me he used to take his wife to Elán every year before she passed.
It had been a completely harmless, completely wholesome interaction.
At least, I thought so.
Wes?
Not so much.
He spotted us from the coat desk, grabbed our coats without a second glance, and hurried over. The poor old man was already stepping away, but apparently, that wasn't good enough for my overprotective golden retriever of a man. No, Wes had glared after him like the guy had just tried to get me to elope to the Bahamas.
But then Wes had come back, all tall and broad and protective, stepping in behind me to wrap an arm around my waist and pull my back flush to his chest.
The old guy had barely gotten a chance to say anything else before Wes, with that slow, Southern politeness that somehow always carried an edge, clapped a firm hand on my waist and said, "Evenin', sir—hope my girl didn't get you too excited. We gotta make sure that blood's pumpin' to the right places."
His grip tightened around me, fingers pressing firm into my waist. "Hung up? Baby, I watched a grown-ass man look you up and down like he was tryin' to figure out if his insurance covered Viagra."
I snorted, shaking my head. "He was eighty, Wes."
"Yeah? And he still had two workin' eyes, didn't he?" Wes muttered.
I rolled my eyes, but my stomach flipped, warmth curling in my chest. "He probably thought of me like a granddaughter or something."
"That sure as shit ain't what he was thinkin'," Wes muttered, leaning back against the cabin, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement.
I giggled, shaking my head as I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging gently.
"We really gotta stop getting jealous," I mused, grinning as I smoothed my palm down his chest. "We're together now, ain't nothing changing that."
Wes just smirked, tilting his head like I'd just said the dumbest thing in the world.
"Baby," he drawled, lazy and warm, "I've always been jealous. And I always will be."
He flashed me that slow, knowing grin—the one that always made my stomach flip.
"You think just 'cause I got you now, I'm gonna stop wantin' you like a crazy man?" He huffed out a breath, shaking his head. "Nah, baby. If anything, it's worse."
I knew Wes had it bad for me before we got together—I mean, the man practically switched his major just to sit next to me twice a week—but this?
This was next level.
"You know how fuckin' crazy it made me to see you with Hudson?" Wes muttered, his voice thick and low as he dragged his fingers along the bare skin of my back, slow and lazy. "To know you were going out to all those parties every damn weekend, knowin' you were out there, dancin', laughin', maybe gettin' some other guy to prove to you that big dicks existed."
A giggle bubbled out of me, but Wes wasn't smiling. No, he was serious.
Dead serious.
"The shit I would think about, Cam," he murmured, his fingers tightening on my hip. "All those away trips when I couldn't sleep—"
Couldn't sleep.
I blinked, staring up at him, but he just kept going.
"I'd be in some hotel room in bumfuck nowhere, supposed to be restin' up for a game, but all I could do was watch your stories." He let out a low breath, shaking his head. "Scar's stories. Jude's. Refreshin' the shit out of my feed just to see you."
My chest squeezed.
I could picture it so clearly—Wes, lying in bed, his broad frame sprawled out, face illuminated by the glow of his phone, watching me.
"Callin' you up in the middle of the night just to hear your laugh," he continued, his voice softer now, almost embarrassed. "Just to make sure you were okay. That you were safe."
God.
I wanted to combust.
I pressed my face into his neck, my nails biting into his shoulder, but he wasn't done.
"When I was home? When I had even the slightest chance of seein' you?" His voice dipped lower, sending heat curling low in my stomach. "I made damn sure it was me takin' you home."
His hand slid up my spine, stopping at the nape of my neck, and he squeezed.
"Cam," he muttered, voice rough, his lips brushing against my temple now. "I would've gone fuckin' insane if I ever found out you left with someone else."
Jesus Christ.
I felt it—the yearning, the hunger, the absolute, undiluted devotion.
It poured out of him, wrapped around me, settled into my bones.
And God help me, I never wanted to go a day without it again.
"Oh, my baby." I huffed out, leaning back slightly and grabbing a gentle hold of both sides of his face. I held him there, looking into his blue eyes, trying not to freak out at the way he was looking back at me. "I want you to know that you've ruined me, Wes."
I let my thumbs brush over his cheekbones, his skin warm beneath my touch as he released a shaky breath. It brought a small smile to my lips as I tilted my head slightly, considering.
I breathed in, let it settle in my lungs. "No one else could ever make me feel like this. No one else could ever be this for me." I shook my head, my chest aching under the weight of it. "Not like you. Not with you."
His throat bobbed. "Cam—"
"I mean it," I cut in gently, because I knew him. I knew that part of him that still couldn't believe he was the one I chose. Every damn day. "There's no one else. No one else I could ever look at the way I look at you. No one else I could want like this. No one else I could love like this."
His breath shuddered.
His fingers flexed against my hips, his heartbeat thundering beneath my palms where I held his face.
And then I said it—said the thing I'd known for weeks, for months, maybe even since that damn night on campus when he was just a voice in the dark that made me feel safe.
"I love you, Wes. And I don't think I've ever loved before. Not really."
His eyes fluttered closed like the words physically hit him. And then they were open again, locking onto mine, blue and blazing, drowning me in everything he felt—everything he'd been waiting to hear.
"I wanted to say it back to you in the photo booth, but I just couldn't get the words out. And I've wanted to say it every day since." I continued to spill. "But I'm saying it now, and I hope to God it's not too late, or you don't think I'm just saying it because—or that I'm saying it in retaliation or—"
Wes reaches up and grabs my head in a gentle hold, my words instantly dying on my lips.
"Say it again," he said, his voice rough, "Say it again, Cam."
I smiled, his thumbs brushing over my cheek. "I love you, Wes. I love you like fucking crazy."
"I love you too, baby." We says, bringing me in for a deep kiss, "Like fucking crazy."
Wes devours my mouth with his, his thick warm tongue lapping up against mine as he holds me steady. I move my hands to his neck and slide them down under the collar of his jacket and I begin to push it off him.
I mumble against his mouth, "Off."
"Yes ma'am." Wes nods as I pull back, letting him take off his jacket while I discard of the box of chocolate cake on my lap, pushing it off to the side with the forks.
He's grabbing for me again, hands are already on me, everywhere at once, gripping my waist, pulling me back to him, fingers digging into my skin like he can't stand the thought of even an inch between us. And I don't want there to be.
I throw a leg over his hips, settling onto his lap, feeling the shift in his breath as his hands slide down to grip my ass, palming, kneading, squeezing, pulling me flush against him. I gasp out when my sensitive pussy rocks up against the hard growing bulge beneath his jeans.
My golden boy was so damn hard.
"Fuck," he mutters against my mouth, his voice wrecked and low, his breath hot, the air between us thick. "You wanna do this here, baby?"
I reach between us, slipping my fingers beneath the loose drape of my top, pulling it open, letting my tits fall through and out into view. M large nipples instantly picked at the cold hair and Wes sucks in a sharp breath, his hands flexing against my hips, his jaw going tight like it's taking everything in him not to devour me whole.
A slow, wicked smile tugs at my lips as I drag my fingers over my nipples, pulling, teasing, showing him exactly what I want.
"Ain't this why you brought us out here?" I murmur, voice sultry, teasing, breathless.
Wes lets out a rough, strangled sound, before I'm leaning back into him to slam my mouth up against his, messier this time, all tongue and clashing breaths. My fingers find his hair, twisting into the soft strands, tugging as I kiss down his jaw, his pulse pounding against my lips.
"Shit, baby—" His voice is hoarse, gravelly, as I keep moving, kissing lower, licking over the fabric of his shirt, teasing the sharp ridge of his abs with my fingers before pressing my mouth to one of his nipples.
His whole body jerks.
"Jesus Christ, Cam," Wes groans, his hands dragging over my bare back, gripping, clutching.
I smirk against him, kissing, biting, sucking, my own breath unsteady as I crawl lower, sliding off his lap to settle between his thighs.
Wes' hands are already in my hair, his chest heaving, his lips parted as he stares down at me like I'm the only thing in the universe.
"Fuck," he breathes, almost reverent, his voice thick, ragged. "Did I mention I love you?"
I grin, my fingers already at the buckle of his belt, popping it open, the sound sharp and deliberate in the cool night air.
"Yes," I murmur, pressing a kiss just below his navel. Slow. Deliberate. Filthy.
I look up, meeting his gaze through my lashes, watching the way his stomach tightens, how his breath catches in his throat.
"But keep mentioning it," I whisper, hooking my fingers into his jeans, dragging them down just enough. His huge cock instantly bulges through his black underwear beneath and Wes lets out a small hiss as I gently run my fingers over the seam,
"Don't stop mentioning it."
I grab a hold of him and slide him out of his boxers. He's red, swollen and so fucking huge. The bulging head is weeping with pre-cum and in the fairy lights, it looks so damn enticing.I can barely wrap my hand around him, the veins bulging down his v-line and continuing over the thin skin of his cock.
So damn big.
It looked so much fucking better than anything I'd been served tonight.
I lean down and lick my head over the head, over the little slit, and Wes lets out a groan that ripples through the clearing.
"Oh—shit!" Wes bellows and I look up to see his head thrown back on the pillow and his jaw clenched so hard it looks it gonna shatter.
My chest inflates at the sight as I lick it again, his salty pre-cum spreading over my tongue. Wes brings his chin back down, exhaling sharply, and I grin up him.
I tuck my hair behind my hair before closing my lips around the head.
"F-fuck, Cam." Wes hisses and with his black t-shirt pushed up, I could see his stomach muscles tensing and shaking. I swirl my tongue, letting my self adjust to the size, before sucking on the tip of his cock.
pull back slightly, releasing his cock with a pop and continue to slowly pump him with my hand.
"Never been so happy to be proved wrong in my life." I tell him as he flashes an amused grin at me, slightly tense though because of my hand.
"You're welcome, baby." Wes rushes out as I gather warm spit in my mouth, pushing it through my lips and letting the moisture fall on his dick.
I've given head before. But not like this.
Not to a cock like this.
Opening my mouth, I take him again. This time deeper, faster. My jaw stretches around him as he can't help but piston his hips up to meet me. With my other hand, I cup his balls, gently kneading them in my palm. Even those are huge.
He grunts, "Damn."
I work my way down, bobbing my head as I slowly slowly adjust to the sheer size of him. My hands pumps the base, covering whatever I couldn't take. I feel my cheeks hollow as I suck him, not too hard but enough pressure to have his body trembling beneath me.
Through my eyes, half-closed and hooded, and I glance up at him to see him staring right down at me. I suck a little harder and he hisses, his hand quickly finding the back of my head.
His fingers thread through my hair, as he guides me further down his cock.
"Like that baby—shit—like that." He moans, his eyebrows furrowed together as pure pleasure takes over his face. His expression has me dripping right through my bodysuit and the denim of my jeans .
My spit is dribbling down my chin as I swirl my tongue around him, trying to elicit those moans that I like so much.
And he does. His grunts and moans a perfect match to the wet messy sounds my mouth is making on his cock.
"Fuck—so fucking good." Wes groans as his fingers tug my hair a little hard. Goddamn, I like it.
My jaw relaxes a little more and I feel myself slide further down until his cock nudges the back of my throat.
I don't exactly choke—the small little sound I make is just because it scares me a little.
When his cock hits my throat again, I'm more prepared and I welcome it again and again. Wes hands follow the movement of my head, keeping me in rhythm as he kind of just fucks my face.
Shit, I had no clue I could get this wet from giving someone else pleasure.
My hand moves my dripping saliva up and down his shaft and when I feel a slight pulse in the base, the way his lower stomach tightens up, I know he's close.
His breathing is laboured as he grunts, "Fu-uuuuuu-uck."
His hips begin to thrust more and I meet each one with my mouth, moving faster and faster.
His hand in my hair grips my hair harder, suddenly limiting my movement and then my tongue is overwhelmed with sweet, salty liquid.
Wes comes in my mouth, down my throat, hard. My instinct is to swallow and I take it all, whatever he has to give me. He's moaning loud, teeth clenched tightly together and his chin tilt up to the night sky.
I suck him a few times again, making him ride out his orgasm in the way he does mine, before slowly sliding myself up. I release him, placing a small little kiss on his tip, before I sit up again.
Wes' eyes are still closed as he takes a moment to collect himself, his chest heaving like crazy. He's in a complete dazed, mouth still parted and looking so damn adorable.
When his eyes flicker open, his gazes up to me and I give him a small little cheeky grin. Dragging my thumb over the wetness sitting on my bottom lip, I push the pad back through and suck it clean.
"That's my share for tonight." I tell him with a smirk, "Plus the waters."
Wes chuckles as he pushes himself up onto his arms, resting on his hands behind him, "Well, shit, now you've over paid."
I match his grin, "Guess you gotta even it up."
"Guess I gotta." He mumbles, his eyes already on my lips.
I'm on my back before I can blink, my startled squeal of delight quickly cut off as Wes is diving down to claim my lips. He kisses me in that way of his that makes it feel like he's making love to my mouth.
My hands are already entangled in his hair, wanting him as close to me as possible.
His fingers unbutton my jeans and he pushes them down my hips. I lift my ass, both of us moaning when my pussy pumps up against his rock-hard-again cock, and Wes quickly shoves my jeans down my legs.
I kick them off, sending them over the side of the truck but I don't fucking care.
"This fucking top." Wes says, his large hand splayed over my caved stomach and slowly sliding up, "I've been staring at your tits all fucking night long."
I scoff, "I know—I was there."
He dips down to wrap his mouth and fingers around my swollen pink nipples.
The obsession this man has with my tits is insane.
He suckles them, nips at them, kneads the other one between two deft fingers in a way that sends tendrils of pleasure down to my pussy. He sucks one whole nipple into his mouth—and my nipples aren't exactly small—his tongue playing with one as he holds it inside his mouth. He presses the nipple back into the soft flesh with his tongue, and then he bites it, and it sends an unanticipated shock through me.
"Fuck." He realises my tit and mumbles against the skin, "Condoms are in the glovebox."
"Leave them there." I huff as Wes pulls back to search my gaze.
"You want it raw?"
"I want you, baby. All of you." I tell him as love and devotion and desire flashes through his blue eyes.
"I love you." Wes mentions once more as he comes up to find my lips, "Like fucking crazy."
I smile against him, my arms circling his arms as I melt into his deep kiss.
Wes' jacket and t-shirt are gone in moments, his jeans and socks kicked off to the side. My top and panties are quick to follow until both our naked bodies are entangled beneath the soft fluffy blankets.
I felt the heat from his cock as Wes presses his tip against my clit and my breathing hitches.
Then shudders as he slips lower to my entrance.
We both moan into each other's open mouths on that first entry and Wes pushes in real deep, burying himself inside of me.
"Fuck—so damn good." Wes whispers as he kisses down my jaw, "You feel so damn good."
So does he.
But I'm too busy stretching around him and revealing in the feel of him, bare and hot inside of me, to say anything.
It's so fucking good that it has me wondering why the hell we had used condoms in the first place.
"Mmmmhmmm." I moan against his lips, my hums being the most I can muster.
I clench him inside as he slowly begins to move, first just rolling his hips against mine while keeping himself inside of me.
It gives me a little time to stretch and adjust to his size. All that damn fucking we've done and I still can't get use to how big he is.
"Ah—Wes." I moan as he pulls back and pushes inside me again, all in one go.
He's kissing me again, swallowing my moans with his tongue. My nails roam his back, digging in a little and dragging down the smooth golden skin.
"Mark whats yours, Cam." Wes mumbles as he brings his lips down the column of my neck, giving me time to breathe and moan and whimper.
I could hear just how damn wet I was, every thrust Wes delivers to me is met with the gushing sounds of my juices.
"Shit—ngh." I cry out as Wes thrusts in slightly harder, "More."
"My babygirl's just so damn greedy, huh?" Wes chuckles darkly as he picks up his pass and intensity.
He delivers his thrust, the strength sending his cock deeper into me, into my womb, my ribcage. I had never felt so damn full in my life and the pressure was overwhelming in the best fucking way possible.
"Oh—fuck!" I whimper, "Fuck, Wes. Fuck."
The blankets had slipped down Wes back, the fairy lights my him glow, but the cold was no match for the heat of our skin. His head dipping down, the golden muscles in his neck and across the top of his back—it's all too much to look at.
Like all those statues I studied have come to life just to fuck me.
Not gonna lie and say that wasn't a thought that crossed my mind every now and then.
I can feel the truck shaking with every hard thrust he plows into me and I feel my toes beginning to curl as my body locks up.
Wes runs a hand down the outside of my thigh, hooking my knee and brings it up and to the side of me.
It opens my hips up more, giving him a better angle to completely break me.
"So beautiful." Wes mumbles as my eyes flicker up to see him watching the pleasure on my face, "So fucking beautiful getting fucked by me."
"By you." I nod with a whimper, "Only by you—shit!"
It's like he doubles in size inside me at my words.
"Right there—fuck right there." My head tilts back as his cock rubs up against that little spot inside me, sending ripples of pleasure through me.
My knee is up by my goddamn shoulder, thigh pressed to my chest, and Wes picks himself up off me slightly, one palm pressing into the pillow by my head as he focuses down on where he's rutting himself into me.
I can't fucking deal—my arms coming up above my head, my fingers digging into my hair and pulling tight as I try to keep myself tether to the earth. My tits bounce up at down on my chest quickly and the sounds of my juices filling the night air.
I feel Wes grip tightly on my hip, balancing himself on one hand by my hip, as he brings my hips to him to meet him for every single fucking thrust.
A familiar pressure builds deep inside me.
"Mmm—I'm gonna cum." I cry, almost damn weeping at this point, "You're gonna make me cum."
My brows knit together, my face screws up, and I relish in the pleasure of his dig ramming me and his pelvis slamming against my clit.
"Ngh—Wes." I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
"Together, Cam." Wes tells me as my eyes flicker open to his, "You can do it baby. Hold it—we cum together."
Damn love the support but he's fucking me just too good for me do do anything but cum right now.
He ruts into me like some crazed beast, blonde hair hanging down in front of his eyes, as he focuses on my pussy, lifting my leg a little higher and changing the angle slightly.
All it does is make the cock of his hit my g-spot dead on, over and over again.
I scream, "Wes!"
"That's it baby." Wes grunts and I can see his brows furrowing, his shoulders tightening, and I know he's too close. "Just. Like. Fucking. That."
His thumb finds my clit and he plays with it, rubbing it in devious little circles. He's swooping down, his mouth finding mine as I cry onto his lips and tongue.
My orgasm rips through me like nothing ever fucking has before.
"Oh my fuuuuuuuuuuck!" I moan out as my entire being freezes, "Wessssssssss."
Wes buries his face into my neck and groans loudly against my skin. I feel him finish deep inside me, his warm thick cum filling me to the damn brim.
And I think that brings on yet another wave of my orgasm.
Pleasure eats me up from the inside out, devouring every single inch of me. I feel it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I think I stop breathing for a few seconds. Loose vision for a little longer.
And then it all comes back to me. I breathe out, my eyes flickering open and I gaze up at the stares above. My finger tips slowly trail up Wes' spine before cupping the nape of his neck as I hold him to me.
He remains tucked into my neck, buried inside of me, just breathing heavily. His arms tighten around me like he didn't want to let this feeling go, didn't want to let me go.
"Oh fuck, baby." Wes mumbles into my skin.
I can feel him leaking out of me as he shifts slightly, letting himself lie on me a little more, and it overwhelms my already sensitive pussy.
"Ngh." I moan out a little more as he relaxes on top of me, "Now—that was the better dessert."
"Yeah?' Wes chuckles as he pulls up, his face hovering above mine, "Made it specially for you."
"So kind." I grin, reaching up to play with the short blonde strands hanging down in front of his eyes.
We both moan when Wes pulls out of me and the feeling of his cum dripping out of me makes me shiver in delight. I clench my thighs together, wanting to keep it all inside of me. I was on birth control but that didn't seem all that important to me in that moment
"Lemme have a look at you, baby." Wes mumbles, on his knees in front of my has he grabs my knees and spreads them.
Spread-fucking-eagle. His head tilts as he stares down at my pussy, completely bare and open to him now, his blue eyes focused exactly on where his cum would be leaking out of my whole. His jaw clenches, his nostrils flare, and something feral flashes through his gaze.
Oh shit—why is that so damn hot?
I whimper slightly, "Wes."
"So goddamn beautiful." Wes mumbles before he's slowly lowering himself back down onto my. His hands come up to brush away my hair sticking to my face from sweat as he kisses my forehead, my nose, and my chin. He then hovers just above me, "You really do have the prettiest pussy, Cam."
A laugh burst from my chest, "Oh my god."
"For real!" Wes chuckles as I roll my eyes, shaking my head, "The tastiest too."
"Okay," I chuckle softly as I bring my hands up to play with the blonde hair. The night is still, the only sound our breathing, the soft rustling of blankets, and the distant hush of the lake kissing the shore.
His eyes—fuck, those eyes.
Deep, devastating, soft in a way that makes my chest ache. Like I'm the only thing that's ever mattered. Like I'm it for him.
And I am.
"I love you, so fucking much, Cam," he murmurs, gruff and certain, like he'll never stop saying it.
I blink up at him, heart squeezing tight, my fingers dragging over the sharp lines of his jaw, the perfect dip of his cupid's bow.
"I love you too," I whisper back, voice barely there.
A slow smile pulls at his lips, and then—he's shifting, propping himself up slightly, leaning in closer. His fingers tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch reverent, almost careful.
"I'll never get sick of that," Wes rasps. "Hearing you say it."
I swallow past the lump in my throat, and before I can stop myself, a single tear slips free.
His thumb is there before I can wipe it away, gentle, tender, chasing the trail of salt down my cheek before pressing a soft, lingering kiss where it fell.
"Just let me love you, yeah?" Wes murmurs, his voice warm, thick, wrapping around me like a promise. "Let me show you how good my loving can feel."
A small, breathless giggle bubbles out of me. "I think I know, Wes."
His lips curve into a smirk, half amusement, half something darker, and then—he shifts, rolling his hips into mine, his bare cock hard and heavy against me.
A breathless moan catches in my throat, gets swallowed by his mouth as he kisses me again, deeper this time.
"Oh, baby," he rasps, his voice wrecked, thick with sin, dragging his lips down my throat, over my collarbone, his hands tightening their grip on my hips. "I haven't even started."