WAS DEATH BY orgasm a thing? Because if it was, I had a feeling West would be driving me to the brink of mortality before all was said and done.
His mouth sucking my cock while his fingers teased my ass to get me ready for what was coming? This was stimulation overload in the best possible way.
“I want you inside me.” The words were out of my mouth before my brain caught up, because if I’d been using it, I might’ve hesitated again at the sheer size of him. His dick was huge, a perfect pink that was now turning a deep shade of reddish-purple as he ignored it to focus on me.
And that? Having West’s attention solely on me?
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
He withdrew his fingers and sat up on his knees, reaching for the bottle of lube again. His cock was already sheathed in a condom that looked like it was choking him, and as he poured the lube in his hand and then wrapped it around his length, the mixture of relief and torture played out across his handsome face.
Handsome… I could admit that now. West was attractive in a way that made people stare, and now I was one of them. He made my dick hard and made my body want to explore its limits, and tonight I’d find out just how far that desire went.
I could feel the absence of him inside me as he lubed up, but he wasn’t in the mood to draw this out either. He spread my legs a little wider and lined his cock up against my entrance, his tip nudging the hole like it was asking my body for permission.
But he had it. Even with the nerves coursing through me, wondering if it would hurt, if I’d like it, if he’d like it… I still wanted this with every fiber of my being. Lust was a powerful thing, and I needed the release I knew West would give me.
He’d make it so, so good. I just needed to breathe.
“Let me inside you,” West said, tension cording his neck as he drove his hips forward enough to breach the first ring of muscle.
I blew out a breath as he slowly made his way in deeper, and the feeling was so unfamiliar that my body wanted to reject it. God, he was just so thick and long, there was no way he’d fit. I clenched my teeth together at the burn, but West’s hands soothed over the tops of my thighs, my hips.
“Relax. I promise it gets better.”
Swallowing, I nodded and tried to do as he said, relax my body as he pushed inside me, tearing me apart—
“I’m there.”
I opened my eyes to see West above me, his jaw tight, his eyes glassy with desire. His hips were flush against mine, balls deep inside me. I could feel the way his cock pulsed, and it was such a new, sexy discovery that the burn lessened with every second that passed and the hunger for him ramped up again.
“I think…” I sucked in a breath. “Do that again.”
West shook his head a little, and as his waves fell into his face, I reached up to push them back. “Actually, I need a second,” he said, surprising the hell out of me. It must’ve shown on my face, though, because he lowered his mouth down on mine. “It’s your fault you’re the hottest, tightest body I’ve ever been inside.”
Desire, hard and fast, crashed through me, and I arched my hips up into him, causing him to rip his mouth away and curse.
“Oops.” I grinned, not sorry at all as he narrowed his eyes.
“Trying to kill me, Golden Boy? You’re gonna have to do better than that.” He withdrew from me, giving me just enough time to mourn the fullness of him, before driving back in. Still slowly, but this time I felt myself relaxing a little more.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss me. “Again.”
West was more than happy to oblige, stretching me with every push inside, and it wasn’t long before my need began to take over. I brought my legs up around his waist, crossing my ankles over his ass, and when I used them to help propel my hips up off the bed, West growled and tunneled inside me.
I craned my head up to take his lips with mine, and he met me halfway. His tongue thrust into my mouth, and when I began to roll my hips under his, West started to move.
He gripped the pillow under my head, gently urging me back down to it, and as his hips pistoned back and forth, my eyes rolled to the back of my damn head.
Wow… I had no idea. No idea what I’d been missing all this time.
The pleasure of being filled so completely was definitely new. But the toe-curling lust that followed was utterly mind-blowing, as West plunged his cock in and then slowly withdrew.
He was all over me…
All around me…
And one hundred percent all up in me, as he took over my body and demanded it give in to the sexual satisfaction that only he seemed to be able to give.
I held on tight, my fingers twisted in his hair, my legs twined around his waist, as West kissed his way along my jaw to my ear.
“I was right,” he said. “You do need to come with a warning.”
Me? He was the one destroying me an inch at a time.
“But more like: might cause self-combustion.”
I turned my head on the pillow, and his dark eyes swirled with desire.
“I’ve never had so much trouble not coming in my life.”
“Never?” I breathed across his lips.
“Never.”
My dick pulsed at his confession. The idea that I was affecting West in a way he’d never experienced before excited something deep within me. I’d known going into this weekend that I wanted him, but I’d also known that meant stepping outside of what I’d known all my life. So the fact that he was having a moment too made this step we were taking feel all the more special.
“JT…”
“Hmm?”
“If you don’t stop clenching your ass around my dick the way you are right now…” West shook his head like he was in total agony. But I knew the truth now. He was in total ecstasy, and nothing was going to stop me from taking him with me into oblivion.
“You’ll what?” I said, and did it again. But this time I made sure to bow my hips up, rubbing my sticky shaft across his abs.
His eyes flashed, the heat in them incendiary, then he pushed up from the pillow and slid out of me. I cried out at the loss, and was about to beg him to come back when he grabbed my wrist and tugged me up until I was sitting.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
I blinked at the order, even as my cock stood up, ready to obey.
When I didn’t immediately move, West arched a brow.
“You just asked what I’m going to do,” he said, and reached down to fist his length. “But this is one time that words aren’t going to be nearly as impactful as what my dick is gonna say.”
Oh God, am I really going to do this?
But one look at his arrogant smirk and I knew the answer. He did too. So before I could talk myself out of it, I shifted until I was facing his headboard and moved into position.
The second my palms were braced on the mattress, West’s strong hands gripped my hips. I sucked in a breath but had little time to think it through, as he nudged my legs apart and came up behind me.
West stroked the broad tip of himself down the seam of my ass, and as the hands on my hips pulled my cheeks apart, I closed my eyes and dropped my head.
This time when he entered me, it was a lot like the first, in that it was a completely different angle and my body took a minute to adjust. But feeling West’s hard body against my back, the slickness of the sweat on his chest rubbing against me with every thrust, had my hands gripping the top of the mattress.
“Still feel like being a smartass?” he said in my ear, and I couldn’t help it—I glanced over my shoulder and winked.
“Still dying to come in my ass?”
West cursed, sending a stinging slap to my rear, but his reaction only made me chuckle.
Until West lifted off me and took my hips in a punishing grip before thrusting in deep.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out as his cock hit a spot inside me that had me almost blacking out. My arms began to shake as I tried not to face-plant on the mattress. Before I could tell him to do it again, he did.
Of course he did. Because somehow West seemed to know my body better than his own, teasing and claiming every part of me in ways I’d never imagined.
He kept one hand on my hip while the other skated up my spine, threading through my hair and tugging my head back. His body covered me again, and then his mouth was on my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
It was like he’d set off a string of tiny explosions, and the sensations coursed through me, firing under my skin, making it tingle. But he wasn’t done with me just yet. He reached around me and wrapped sure fingers around my aching shaft.
“West, Jesus, I can’t—” I bit my words off as he drove in deep and bottomed out, my brain using what little function it had left to keep me upright.
His growl by my ear did nothing to keep my orgasm at bay. My balls tightened as West scraped his teeth along my shoulder and nipped at the skin.
“Yeah, you can.” He slowly pulled out of me, one delicious inch at a time. “I’m gonna make you come now, and I wanna hear you scream my name when you do.”
His hand started to pump up and down, setting the rhythm as he drove back inside of me with such force that I almost lost my balance.
I loudly cursed as he picked up the pace, delivering several hard, fast thrusts that made the room begin to spin. Lights started to flash and fire off somewhere in my periphery.
Fucking hell, had I been living under a rock my whole life? Here I’d thought I knew what it was like to have good sex, and maybe I did. But this was pass-out-blind, phenomenal sex, and I never wanted it to end.
My body, however, had other ideas.
West hit that magic spot inside me again, and combined with the rough stroke of my dick, I had no chance of holding back. My climax slammed into me so hard and fast that I was grateful there was no one else around, because West’s name on my lips echoed off the walls.
“So…fucking…hot.” West’s strained words were each punctuated with a jagged pump of his hips. He was so close, his movements no longer steady as he continued to stroke my cock, wrenching every last bit of cum from me.
A loud curse met my ears seconds before West bit down on my shoulder.
I memorized the groans coming out of him as his orgasm hit, and the way my own name fell so easily from his lips. His dick throbbed inside me, and I wished I could feel what it would be like to have his hot rush of cum spilling into me.
But I wasn’t complaining. Not when it already felt perfect. Not when he’d worked me over so thoroughly that I was sure I was ruined for anyone else.
I collapsed in a heap on the mattress, West’s heavy body on top of me. I liked it, the weight of him. And when he went to move off me, I reached behind me to hold him there, just for a minute longer.
West dropped his forehead on the back of my neck and pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades. “I’m gonna suffocate you like this—”
“No, I like it.” My voice was muffled by the mattress, but he heard it anyway. “Feels good.”
“So you like my cock in your ass.” He nipped at my earlobe, and I turned my head to the side.
“Have I ever told you you’re obnoxious?” I said.
“You might’ve mentioned it once or twice. But like I told you before, I prefer ‘charming.’”
