Tameless (6 page)

Chapter Ten – Wes

I’d had some bad weekends in my life, but this one was right up there with the worst. I decided not to contact her. Maybe she had thought it over and decided it was a mistake to see me in the first place. I decided I was going to give her until Monday night and then I was going to call her.

But then she texted. It was Monday, just after lunch. I was setting up a display for a wine sale that was lasting all week. I’d been thinking all day about finally going down to the beach near my new place. Maybe walk around, get used to the feel of the sand beneath my feet again. Maybe wander into a surf shop if one was open, and take a look at some boards.

I heard my phone chime in my pocket and almost ignored it until I was finished with this part of the display I was working on, but I couldn’t ignore it. I’d hoped it was Dawn and it was.

Her:
Hey, can we talk? I mean in person.

Hell yes, we could talk. I thought for a moment and wrote back:
Pick a place and I’ll be there.

A couple of minutes went by and I got tired of waiting. I started to text back that she should come to my apartment, but then her text came in.

Her:
Can I come to your place?

I gave her my address, she said she got off work at six and she’d come by after that.

I did a half-assed job finishing up the display and called it a day.

. . . . .

“What?” she said when I opened my apartment door. “What’s that look for?”

Dawn was wearing a dark red dress when she showed up. Heels, too, which made her taller than I was used to.

“You shouldn’t have gotten all dressed up for me, but I appreciate it.”

She smiled. “You wish.”

She stepped past me, through the door, and I smelled her perfume. Maybe her shampoo. Something.

She turned and faced me. “Are you still stripping?”

“Why? Did you come here for a private show?”

She was fighting back a smile. I could see it. I could always see it.

“I just want to know—”

I cut her off. “No, I’m not. I only did it for six months. Are you still going to see guys strip?”

“That was a bachelorette party. I had a good reason for being there.”

I walked to my kitchen. “So did I. Money. Want something to drink? I’ve got a few beers, some Dr. Pepper, let’s see…” I fumbled around in the refrigerator.

“You’re avoiding.”

I took two beers from the refrigerator, closed the door, and said, “Just getting us something to drink. You know, hospitality and all that.”

She looked annoyed but took the beer I handed her after popping the top off.

Her eyes scanned the kitchen and the den as she sipped.

“It’s not much,” I said. “But I just moved in. I haven’t even walked down to the beach yet. I was going to do that tonight.”

“Did I mess up your plans?”

“No,” I said. “The beach will still be there. I can do it another time.”

“Are you still surfing.”

“Not in a long time,” I said, “but I think I want to get back into it.”

“That makes this place even more perfect.”

I laughed. “Your house has bathrooms bigger than my entire apartment.”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “It’s not my house, it’s my parents, and I’d move into a place like this in a heartbeat if I got paid more or got a better job.”

“It’ll happen.”

I walked over to my new couch, sat down, and patted the cushion next to me. Dawn sat.

We were quiet for a moment or two. She’d obviously wanted to talk about something but she wasn’t coming out with it. I figured she was going to tell me that she felt guilty about cheating on Scott and, just like old times, I was supposed to come up with some guidance.

My plan was to play it cool, act like it didn’t matter that much. I wasn’t going to let her see me vulnerable.

“I broke up with Scott.”

Okay. Quick change of direction here. While I had teased her about not being able to break up with him, I was sure she wouldn’t actually do it. I stayed silent.

Dawn picked at the label on the beer bottle, her eyes laser-focused on what her fingertips were doing, avoiding eye contact with me. But then she looked up. “He, uh…was with another girl over the weekend.”

This would have been the perfect time to say
I told you so
but she didn’t need to hear that right now. So I just said it in my head and tried not to let it show on my face.

“You were right about him all along,” she said.

“Different reasons.”

She looked at me, her brow furrowed, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t think you should break up with him because he might cheat on you. I thought you should break up with him because you could do so much better.”

She blushed, gave a half-smile, and quickly changed the subject. “Why stripping?”

“Money,” I said. “Started when I came back here. Hated every minute of it.”

Dawn straightened her back and cocked her head. “Even with me?”

“Especially with you.”

She shook her head, laughing lightly. “You really know how to make a girl feel good.”

“Actually, I do. And I wanted to that night at the club and the other night at your house.”

She didn’t say anything. My directness had definitely stunned her silent. I wasn’t trying to make her shut up, I was just no longer going to avoid the obvious. Her body language changed instantly. Her hands were clasped, and they tightened. Her knees had been close together, and they closed.

I stood.

She looked up at me, the hesitancy plain on her face.

I cocked my head to the side, indicating the hallway. I took a step toward my bedroom and she followed.

Chapter Eleven – Dawn

I walked into his room and he was on me immediately, his arm wrapping around my waist, the other reaching up and cupping my breast.

He lifted my dress over my head, tossing it onto the floor. My bra followed, then his hands slid down my sides, he hooked his fingers through the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs until they fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I felt his chin on my shoulder, then his warm mouth on my ear. Suddenly here I was, naked in his room.

He told me to sit down on the bed.

I sat.

Wes stood before me. He was tall to begin with but here, in this situation, with me literally nakedly vulnerable, he towered over me.

He reached into a nightstand drawer, pulling out three condoms, all still attached at the perforated edges. He tossed them on the bed beside me. I watched them fly by.

I stared as he lifted his shirt, exposing his tight chest and stomach. My hands took on a mind of their own and reached for him. His skin was warm and smooth, taut over the muscled lines of his torso. His hips formed into a V-shape, leading down the front of his pants. A thin line of fine hair trailed down from his chest and continued past the waistline of his pants.

His hands were on his belt, unfastening it, then to the button and the zipper…

“Touch me like you did in the club,” he said. That rough whisper again taunting me.

My hands slid down the sides of his body and into the elastic of his boxers.

I looked up and our eyes met, his gaze intense. Still fiery. Wanting me. Needing me.

He was waiting to see what I would do. Testing me? Seeing if I really wanted it?

I pulled on his boxers, lowering them, and his cock sprang free. Fully erect, rigid. For me.

My head practically lunged forward as I reached for it, mouth opening, eyes looking up at him as I wrapped my lips around the tip. Wes stood perfectly still for a couple of seconds as he watched me take more of him into my mouth, then he began to move his hips, and I felt his cock getting harder. I took as much of it as I could, feeling it touch the back of my throat.

Wes reached down and with one finger he moved my hair to the side, tucking it behind my ear.

I looked up at him again, wanting to see his reaction as my tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

He shook his head back and forth slowly, as if I’d surprised him. Which is what I wanted to do.

“Jesus, Dusk.”

And there it was. I’d shown him my bad girl side.

He pulled out.

I moved my head, trying to capture him again in my mouth, but he moved away.

“Tease,” I said, closing my mouth and he touched my lips with his finger.

“I’ve waited so long to see you do that,” he said. “But you’re going to make me come if I let you keep doing that, and I want more right now.” There was something about his determined confidence that made it even hotter and made me want to do whatever he said. That’s what my brain registered. My body didn’t need to process his words—it just responded as if by reflex.

He was on me again. His tongue traced a line from my navel up to my chest, sweeping along the underside of the swell of my breast.

Wes took a nipple into his mouth, sucking, pulling on it between his lips. When I felt his teeth lightly graze across it, I let out a deep sigh. I closed my eyes, my back arching into him, pressing against his face, wanting him to lick and suck harder.

And he did for a long moment, drawing it out, moving from one nipple to the other, moaning deep in this throat as he did so.

As he moved his way up my body, licking along the way, I felt the weight of his cock, first on my thigh and then notching between my legs as he nipped at my lips and tongue.

He moved his hips, letting his erection glide along my wetness.

I wouldn’t be able to take this much longer. I needed him inside me. I also needed to remember to keep breathing.

“Please, Wes,” I said, pulling away from his mouth.

“You don’t want to rush this, do you?”

Through my shaky breathing I managed to say, “No.”

“Should I make you beg for it?” he asked. “Tease you like I did at the club?”

“Please don’t,” I said immediately.

His mouth curled into a smile and he groaned. “That’s almost begging in itself.”

There was silence for several seconds as he teased me by continuing to slide his cock against me.

He kissed me again and I felt the grin on his face. “I have a lot of self-control, but my cock doesn’t. We can always do it fast and hard, then go again, you know.”

“Do it… Now you’re making me beg,” I said.

He reached beside us, grabbed the condoms, tore one off. With ease, he opened the package and reached down. I felt him rolling the condom on.

Wes knelt between my legs, pushing them open wide.

I closed my eyes, preparing.

“Open your eyes, Dawn. I want to see your eyes the first time I’m inside you.”

A hot wave of desire rolled through my body in response to his words. In all the fantasies I’d had about him, I’d never come up with lines like that.

He loved control. Loved the power.

And I was more than willingly giving it to him.

Our faces were millimeters apart, noses almost touching.

We locked gazes and before I could process anything else, Wes pushed inside me. A long, slow, even thrust.

My breath stalled. I struggled to keep my eyes open so he could see them. He didn’t blink as he watched my reaction to him sliding inside of me.

My mouth involuntarily formed the shape of an O, and I gasped in a deep breath.

He started slow and deep, then faster, kneeling again, leaning over and taking a nipple into his mouth once more.

My hands were on his head, fingers deep into his thick hair. I held onto him that way as his movement became more powerful, bucking my hips and making them rise off the bed.

From his kneeling position, his hands engulfed my hips, turning me, and before I knew it I was on my stomach.

Wes had pulled out of me and was moving away. I looked over my shoulder and saw him reaching to the floor.

He picked up whatever he had reached for and returned behind me.

Without saying anything, he stretched my arms straight over my head. I raised my eyes to try to follow what he was doing and saw black fabric.

My panties.

He was wrapping them around my wrists, securing me, as he pushed into me again. From this position he immediately hit the spot, sending a spike of adrenaline coursing through my blood, causing me to cry out to him.

“God…yes…”

“Come for me, Dawn.” The words were so evenly measured, the command so natural to him.

He knelt once again. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts. His palm was flat on my back, then moving, his finger made a trail down the center of it, across my ass, around my hip, and down to where he was fucking me.

His fingertip rested on my clit. He wasn’t moving it around. No circles. Nothing like that. Just his finger applying pressure. Literally pushing a button.

Making me get closer, closer, until I cried out his name again and my orgasm crashed into me, making my hips rise off the bed to meet the rhythm of his movement.

I felt his other hand on the side of my face, turning me gently so he could see my expression.

Wes kept his finger in place as I continued coming. I was growing more and more sensitive. I wanted him to remove it, but I also wanted him to keep it there and make me feel even more things I’d never felt before.

As quickly as he’d put me on my stomach, he turned me over once again onto my back. He reached above my head and held onto my tied wrists.

His jaw tightened, teeth almost gritting together, he said, “I can feel you coming.”

My muscles were clenching around him, milking him.

His thick cock swelled inside me as his face turned a different shade of red. He pushed into me even deeper one more time, holding that position. He threw his head back. I could no longer see his face, I could only hear the heavy exhale.

I felt his cock twitch and surge inside me as he came.

We were silent for a few moments as we both caught our breath, then Wes rolled to the side and lay on his back next to me, and removed the condom.

I turned onto my side, hooking one leg over him and running my fingertips over his chest.

He looked at me. “Goddamn.”

“I know.”