Dirty Games: A BWWM Romance (2 page)

“Wes,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as her fingers curled tight over hard muscle.

She was still taken by surprise when Wes demonstrated the endless strength he kept coiled inside his body; overwhelmed by the way her boyfriend could manhandle her and still be so impossibly gentle. It was nothing like it was with Sebastian. Wes cradled her in her arms as though Zenobia was made of fine blown glass. She had never felt so helpless or so cherished as she did when she was in his arms.

Wes pulled her away from the wall, steadily walking backwards until they were by the lush red couch, the cool leather making Zenobia gasp and arch in Wes’s hold. He didn’t put her down, not yet, his cock grinding against her, the friction eliciting soft, garbled moans from both of them.

“Missed this,” Wes moaned, mouthing down her neck and sucking gently at the hollow of her throat. He pressed a trail of kisses all around Zenobia’s neck and collarbone, hoisting her up a little higher so he could suck one of the hardening brown nubs through his lips.

A thrill raked Zenobia’s spine, and she tightened her legs around Wes’s waist, hips rolling and rutting against Wes’s, breath broken by soft whimpers as his cock pushed and throbbed in its denim cage.

Zenobia whimpered, her hands fisting in Wes’s hair as she bucked up against his mouth. Wes turned them around and pushed Zenobia down on the couch, hunkering down on the carpeted floor as he kept kissing Zenobia as thoroughly and methodically as if he’d never done it before. Zenobia’s back was rubbing against the leather, Wes’s teeth grazing her nipple and she moaned, head thrown back and bumping against the wall behind the couch.

Wes chuckled, looking up at her with eyes blown wide by lust. “Careful, baby. There’s no fun to be had if you give yourself a concussion.”

“Hmm,” Zenobia moaned, shivering a little at the term of endearment. “And what did you have in mind?”

The tips of Wes’s fingers brushed the back of Zenobia’s pants. “It’s naughty.” He grinned devilishly. “Fits in perfectly with our Blind Date night.”

Zenobia hissed, her fingers tight in Wes’s hair, her head pressed back against the couch. “Tell me more.”

Wes licked Zenobia’s throat and purred against the skin. “Well, I’d finish undressing you, baring every inch of your beautiful skin for me to touch.”

“Then what?”

“Then,” Wes whispered, lips hovering over Zenobia’s rapidly beating heart, “then I’d spread you out and lick you open, make you gasp and moan for me. God, the sounds you make, Zenobia. So goddamn hot.”

Zenobia whimpered, struggling to hold on to Wes’s hair, her other hand grappling for purchase at one broad shoulder.

“Please,” she moaned, rutting her hips up again and struggling to rotate her hips against Wes’s, so that she could feel Wes’s thick, hard cock press against her panties. Wes smiled and brushed his lips over the underside of Zenobia’s chin.

“Then I’d lay you over the couch, legs spread wide for me as I’ll finally bury all of my thick cock inside of you. You love it when I take you like that, don’t you?” Wes bit lightly at Zenobia’s collarbone, his hands taking a firm hold of her buttocks and squeezing. She moaned and shook, fingers slipping through the length of Wes’s hair, fingernails scraping his ears.

“Yes,” she whimpered, clutching desperately at his strong body. “God, Wes, yes—”

Wes pushed his hips up further, as though determined to fuck Zenobia through the layers of clothing. Zenobia moaned a little as Wes’s strong arms tightened slightly, hugging her close. Wes kissed her belly and the lines of her hips, each soft touch an act of adoration that stole Zenobia’s breath away. Small, delicate kisses turned to feather light whispers of Wes’s eyelashes against her skin. “Wes.” Zenobia’s voice was thinner than she meant it to be, stunned and somewhat awed by each reverent kiss pressed into her skin.

Wes dropped to his knees and flashed a brilliant grin up from behind bangs of dirty-blond hair. He kissed Zenobia’s inner thighs once more, his cheek brushing across the wet spot on her panties. Stripping them away, Wes spread her legs tenderly. His big thumbs stroked swollen lips as he leaned in to nuzzle at them with his nose. Zenobia squirmed and let out a breath of soft laughter, one that Wes echoed before pressing a quick kiss onto them. The first brush of his tongue over Zenobia’s wet clit had her moaning out loud, her hands scraping the smooth, leathery cushions to try and keep herself stable.

“Wes… Oh fuck, fuck—”

It didn’t work. Wes circled the outer ring of muscle with the tip of his tongue, feathery light brushes that already sent her head spinning before he wriggled inside, tongue lax and pliant as he went in, flat as a slab and as rigid as he could make it as he drew it out.

Zenobia wouldn’t have been able to control her moaning and whimpering even if she tried, and admittedly, she wasn’t trying that hard. Her pussy was spilling out over the cushions and on Wes’s face with every push of his tongue inside of her, Zenobia’s whimpered words of ‘Wes,’ and ‘More,’ and ‘Again, again, again,’ barely distinguishable through the breathless string of moans flowing from her lips.

Wes’s tongue pulled out and traced up and down the length of Zenobia’s clit, teasing her before sliding back up and twisting inside of her again. Zenobia mewled and gripped at the couch cushions, her hips bucking up under Wes’s face shamelessly as she begged for more.

Wes’s soft chuckle was warm against Zenobia’s skin, his big hands braced over the curve of her thighs as he held her against the couch. His tongue knew each place to explore, and how exactly to make her sob and beg from the pleasure of each teasing swipe. It had been one of the most exciting things in their relationship, just finding out every button, every kink, every place that would make the other scream, and God, Wes was a master at that.

Wes slid his hand from one side of Zenobia’s hip, sliding it around the smooth skin of her thigh before brushing the tips of his fingers along her clit. The dual attack sent waves of pleasure shuddering through Zenobia’s system. She struggled to keep control as Wes’s tongue probed expertly inside, his fingers teasing her swollen, sensitive nub.

“God, Wes, Wes, please—”

“Come on, baby.” Wes pulled back enough to be heard, his hand rhythmically stroking, his thumb teasing Zenobia’s wet clit.

Zenobia bit her lip and whimpered, a high-pitched noise coming from somewhere down her throat as she rolled her hips up, breath breaking. Wes’s hand was wonderfully hot and fast over her clit, and her ass still pulsed and clenched from where Wes had tongue-fucked her. Moaning, she threw her head back and bucked her hips up under his hand.

“Beautiful,” Wes whispered. “You look so perfect.”

He pressed his lips over Zenobia’s cheek then shifted down to her throat. He let the arm he had around Zenobia’s chest slide lower, his warm hand caressing her ass teasingly before slipping a finger inside Zenobia’s entrance, feeding her just the tip before pulling it back out to run in circles around her quivering hole.

Zenobia wailed, her wetness slicking up Wes’s hand. Heat coiled tight in her belly as she didn’t know which way he should go, if she should open wider or thrust up against Wes’s hand, her moans becoming higher and more disconnected as a wave of pleasure shook her from within.

“Come on, Zenobia,” Wes encouraged

His arms coiled around her thighs as he continued his delicious torment, the pad of his finger massaging her fiercely. Wes’s lips pressed warm over Zenobia’s belly, and his arms tightened as his slick hand drew a choked wail from her lips and come splashed across the couch, thick, fast and messy.

Wes wrapped Zenobia in his arms as her body turned to warm butter and melted against him, easing her onto the couch, snug in his arms. He tipped her shaking chin up to steal a kiss. She blinked slowly, trying to come back from the earth-shattering orgasm that had rocked through her body.

“That was…”

She struggled to try and find words for what she was trying to say, but Wes cut her off with another kiss.

“Yeah,” he said simply.

He pressed his thumb over Zenobia’s lips, and Zenobia instinctively sucked it into her mouth, getting a soft noise out of Wes’s throat.

“Do you need…” she didn’t complete the sentence, but Wes shook his head with a grin, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Nope,” he muttered with a wink. “But I might need a change of pants.”

Zenobia blushed as a warm, almost proud feeling was spreading through her chest, knowing that she just managed to get Wes to orgasm without even touching his cock.

“We could do with a shower,” she muttered, her eyes gleaming, but Wes shook his head with a chuckle and kissed her again.

“Don’t have time,” he whispered. “You know that if we get in a shower together, we won’t ever get out in time for the draw, and I don’t want to leave Rose by herself too long.”

Zenobia nodded, trying to push herself to a sitting position as Wes sat up himself.

“To be honest, I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”

“There’s nothing wrong with her, Wes,” Zenobia said, looking around for her discarded clothes. “She’s just shy.”

“Lately, she’s been getting worse. I mean, I know this was never really her kind of scene, but I don’t even know if she wants to work here anymore.”

“Well, she did say that she’s coming in tomorrow,” Zenobia revealed. “So I don’t think that’s the problem.”

Wes shook himself out of his dirty jeans and looked around for a cloth to clean himself and Zenobia.

“Then what would you think it is?”

“A man tried to hit on her at the bar, and she was just… completely flustered. I had to come in and save her.”

Wes’s eyes suddenly twinkled in a spark of understanding.

“Did you really?”

“Yeah. I think she’s just… lonely. And shy. It’s hard to get through to her.”

“Oh, but I will.”

“Wes…”

Grinning, Wes swooped down on Zenobia, kissing her nose again as he ran a washcloth over his cock.

“Don’t worry.”

“When you say that, I am actually terrified.”

Wes laughed and stuffed himself into a fresh pair of jeans. “I won’t do any lasting damage. I just need to find out.”

“Curiosity killed the cat, Wes.”

“Really?”

Zenobia snorted and tried to regain feeling in her legs, pushing herself up tentatively and wrapping her arms around Wes’s waist.

“Don’t scare her away, love, okay?”

“Scare her off? Me?”

Zenobia raised her eyebrows at him, and a softer grin spread across Wes’s face.

“I just want to help her out, okay? I care about her. She’s a good kid.”

“All right,” Zenobia granted, kissing his cheek. “Just be nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

Zenobia shook her head with a chuckle. Wes bounced out of the studio just as the speakers cracked to life, the music turned down and a suave voice called, “Welcome to Casa Blanca’s Blind Dates night! The lottery draw is now open…”

Chapter 3

Rose looked around at the tables, at the customers waiting for the draw, nervously glancing for Wes’s charismatic presence. She didn’t mind being at the bar alone, but at the same time, she always felt better if Wes was there with her to manage things. She was only a bartender after all, and she knew that most of the crowd was there not only because of the night’s specials, but because of Wes himself.

No one ever came there to see Rose—a poor young woman working in the most glamorous club in all of Florida, and it didn’t matter how many times Zenobia and Wes both told her that the club was multi-racial. She still felt like the underdog, despite trying as hard as she could not to let it affect her work or her relationship with the bosses.

Rose had been working at Casa Blanca’s for about three years now, and she had to admit that since Zenobia came on board for the management of the club, she felt less out of place. Zenobia was just naturally sweet, and had a real charm to her that made Rose feel less tense when she was at work. She knew of course that Zenobia and Wes were a team in more ways than one, which felt a little awkward to several of her co-workers at first. As for Rose, it felt nice to finally have someone take notice of her. Most of the men who came to this club did nothing for her. They were fine enough, and gave her good tip money, but they were just patrons in her eyes. There was, of course, the occasional classy-looking older man who still had a lust for life and enjoyed beautiful women. Unfortunately, she was never really brave enough to speak to any of them. Those men always seemed to be preoccupied with someone else, anyway. Then there were others who were just flat-out creepy. During one of her first nights there, a man started shouting at her over the bar and telling everyone how he would fuck her in the back alley. Needless to say, he was thrown out. It’s amazing that she came back to work after that.