Foolish Games: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 1) (5 page)

“I know what you need,” Wes whispered, licking his lips, the tip of his tongue teasing across Zenobia’s lower lip. “Been waiting a long time to do this.”

Zenobia bridged the distance between their mouths and shoved her tongue past Wes’ parted lips, hungrily, her fingers raking down Wes’s broad back, feeling the tendons and muscles shift as Wes arched down lower onto her.

Wes was a hell of a kisser. Zenobia was dying already, her pussy now leaking copious amounts and soaking her panties, hips rutting up helplessly as she sucked his tongue inside her own mouth. He turned Zenobia buttery weak, her heartbeat picking up to alarming speed as Wes’s tongue curled around his own, hands framing Zenobia’s cheeks to angle her up as he pleased, getting deeper, sloppier, hotter..

Wes reached down and undid Zenobia’s jeans. As he pulled them down slightly, her juices still stuck to her panties. He kissed her deeply as he massaged her breast and then traced his finger down towards her pussy, feeling her wetness.

“Fuck, oh, fuck—Wes—”

“So hot, so fucking gorgeous, for the love of Light, Zenobia, you have no idea what you do to me,” Wes moaned.

He gave Zenobia’s clit one last rough stroke before moving down to push her jeans out of the way before working on the zipper of his own pants. His glorious, hard cock sprung up as Wes freed it from the confines of his jeans. It was long and thick, and just as perfect as she had imagined.

Wes hotly rubbed pre-cum over the head of his dick before lowering himself onto Zenobia. She keened and bucked up again, rubbing all over Wes like a cat in heat.

“Need.” she gasped, breathing hot against Wes’s damp mouth. “Want. Wes, Please—”

Wes shut her up, teeth clashing painfully, biting and drawing droplets of blood. He twisted his fingers in Zenobia’s hair and held her close, spreading Zenobia’s legs wide with his knees and holding her down as he aligned his dick with her slick opening.

“So desperate for it,” he hissed at her, “you’ll even take it raw just so you could have it now. God, Zenobia.”

Wes’s teeth trailed down Zenobia’s jaw. Her fingers raked down the curve of Wes’s perfect back, finding the solid muscles of his butt cheeks and pulling, making Wes’s hips grind against Zenobia’s, his stiff dick riding in between her wet slit.

“Anything…” Zenobia would have agreed to whatever filthy idea Wes came up with if it meant she could have it now and come all over the floor and their stomachs, and Wes knew it.

Wes smiled, so soft and awed that Zenobia had to blink several times to keep him in focus. She couldn’t believe it was happening, for real, right here, right now.

She let her fingers skim over Wes’s sides, her breath growing harsher and thinner as Wes’s wet, leaking head rubbed against her swollen lips.

“Lucky I came prepared,” Wes mumbled.

He fished around in his pockets for a small tube of lubricant. He sat back, taking the pressure off Zenobia’s chest, and stroked his cock leisurely. He seemed happy enough just watching Zenobia struggle to get her breath back. She lay there and watched, transfixed, as the head of Wes’s hard, thick cock pushed through Wes’s fingers, lube and pre-cum shining on the length. Zenobia licked her lips, thinking just how much she wanted a taste of that, sweat rolling down her forehead as she squirmed beneath Wes.

“Like what you see?”

Zenobia could only whimper her answer. Wes let go of his dick and spread her legs further apart as he lowered himself onto her. All the breath left her in a rush, her vision spinning.

“So perfect.”

Wes hungrily suckled on Zenobia’s nippled, and she keened softly at his actions as her wrists were caught together in one of Wes’s huge hands.

“Open and raw for me, baby. I got you.”

Zenobia’s pussy leaked hotly between her legs, a whimper escaping her lips as she writhed underneath the pressure of Wes’s solid body. The more she struggled, the more apparent it became that there was no way that she would be able to get out of that hold. Wes’s strength was far superior to her own. Her pussy throbbed excitedly, a surge of heat traveling down her spine and up her thighs, dripping with anticipation.

“Oh, yes. Yes,” Wes murmured slowly against her, spreading the lube collected over the head up and down her slit.

“You love this, don’t you?” he asked as he lowered himself down onto her, lips hot and damp across her jawline. “Been waiting so long, Zenobia. You know I’ll take good care of you.”

She smothered another moan, skin flushed red with perspiration, heartbeat a rhythmic thunder in her ears.

“Tasha knew,” Wes muttered again, curling his hand around Zenobia’s shoulder, his fingers teasing the tender patch of skin where neck met collarbone. “Been hammering me for ages to talk to you, and then you were with that jackass… couldn’t work up the nerve.”

Zenobia groaned, buckling under him. Wes bit down on Zenobia’s earlobe, tightening his grip on Zenobia’s wrists. “Fuck, all last night, all I could think about was you. Wishing it had been me taking you home. Slamming you against the wall and taking you right then and there, making you scream my name.”

Zenobia moaned, voice thin, ragged, and tried to push against Wes’s cock, her pussy flexing, achingly empty.

“Almost didn’t go through with it,” Zenobia gasped. “It felt all wrong… but then you were watching and I didn’t know what to do.”

Wes nipped at her earlobe and throat. “My fault,” he mumbled. “Should’ve said something…”

“Doesn’t matter,” Zenobia gasped. “Not anymore. Please, Wes—”

Wes sucked hard enough on Zenobia’s collarbone to bruise it, and as Zenobia cried out, his teeth pressing lightly into her flesh, the thick head of Wes’s cock pushed firmly against her.

“Wes!”

“Want it?” Wes whispered coyly, breathlessly, his long fingers still wrapped around Zenobia’s wrists.

“Yes,” Zenobia pleaded, trying to push herself up and force Wes’s cock to fuck her already.

“Are you gonna beg for it?” Wes continued to tease, pushing just hard enough for Zenobia to whimper.

Knowing what was coming, anticipation pump in her blood. “Anything, please. Please, Wes!”

Chapter 4

Wes rolled his hips slowly, the thick head of his cock breaching the tight wetness of Zenobia’s pussy. She was still pretty sore from the previous night, and her eyes squeezed as Wes slowly filled her and she was forced to accommodate his girth.

“So good, you’re so fucking tight.”

Zenobia couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could barely whimper as Wes slowly came to rest balls-deep inside of her. Her breath came in wheezing gasps, all of her blood rushing south with breakneck speed. Wes’s forehead fell against Zenobia’s, his own breath hot and labored.

“Please,” Zenobia moaned again and again, spreading her legs as far apart as they would go, trying to press against him. “Please, Wes, please.”

Wes’s lips pressed butterfly-light kisses along her neck and collar bone. He began to withdraw slowly, agonizingly so, his tongue following an invisible pattern.

Zenobia cried out brokenly, clenching down hard on Wes’s dick, trying to keep him inside of her, her hands twisting in Wes’s unyielding grip.

“You’re burning up inside, for the love of God, fuckin’ hot, scorching, want to fuck you so bad,” Wes groaned, licking and biting at Zenobia’s throat as if he wanted to eat her up. “Can’t fucking last if I start, wanted this for so fucking long.”

Zenobia writhed underneath Wes.

“You don’t get to do that,” Wes whispered roughly, only the head of his dick keeping Zenobia wide open. “You’re gonna come like this, with my dick buried in your sweet pussy and nothin’ else.”

Zenobia was reduced to one word sentences, unable to spare enough oxygen to keep her brain running smoothly. The pressure on her wrists was enough to skirt the edge of pain, but Zenobia was too far gone to care.

Wes snapped his hips up, filling Zenobia completely, and making her scream.

“Louder, baby. I don’t think everyone heard you,” Wes laughed, his voice rough and sharp, like ice hitting glass.

He took one of Zenobia’s wrists in each hand and used his arms as leverage to slam his hips down onto her over and over again. Zenobia could barely see, so dizzy from the need to come, and from the force of Wes’s thrusts. She did scream, loud and unabashed, not caring if people walking down the street heard them. It just made Wes want to fuck her harder, make her scream louder.

“Come on, come on, can’t you come like this?”

Zenobia’s legs were thrown obscenely wide in the confined space between the bar and the cabinets. She finally opened her eyes and looked up in Wes’s lustful gaze. His blond hair was sweaty, pressed to his forehead, his eyes heavy-lidded and liquid-looking. He looked like a sex God, and Zenobia offered herself up as a sacrifice.

“Please,” she begged shamelessly, thrusting up with every single one of Wes’s powerful thrusts. “Please, make me come, Wes, please, hurts, please…”

Wes bowed his head. Their mouths clashed, his tongue probing past Zenobia’s panting lips and stealing her pleases away. She groaned, a sound that started deep in her chest, vibrating in Wes’s mouth as his pace grew progressively more erratic.

Wes snapped into her once, twice, his hips shuddering into a staccato rhythm before he pulled out sharply. Zenobia groaned and cursed loudly at the sudden break as he took hold of her thighs, lifted them up and hooked them both above his shoulders. Once settled, he drove back into the hilt, hitting Zenobia’s g-spot with each powerful shove.

It was enough to force Zenobia over the edge. She came with a long, drawn out scream, shaking and violently contracting against Wes as he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own orgasm.

“So good, so fucking perfect.” Wes’s voice had dropped to a low, rough growl, honey thick and whiskey dry, burning against Zenobia’s skin.

“Wes.”

Zenobia lay limp and sated in Wes’s arms, her fingers clawing weakly into his back as her body jerked against the floor with each thrust. She couldn’t have worked up the energy to move if she tried. Wes grabbed a hold of her hair and clenched hard before throwing his head back and growling, his rhythm faltering as he came deep and hot inside of her, his whole body seizing up with the sheer intensity of it.

Zenobia grunted as Wes fell forward and collapsed into her arms, cock still snug inside her pussy. She didn’t want him to move, ever. She was perfectly content with lying in the small space behind the bar for the rest of her life. After what seemed like an eternity, she could feel Wes lifting his head up. She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her, brushing the hair away from her face.

“I don’t wanna leave,” he finally said to her, “I just wanna stay here forever.”

Zenobia swallowed, her heart swelling inside her ribcage. There was no lie in Wes’s eyes, and Zenobia sleepily curled her fingers with Wes’s, nodding.

“Yeah.”

They cuddled each other closer.

“When you walk outta here, everyone’s gonna know how hard I fucked you, how I threw you down and took you, how I made you scream and beg for each thrust. You like the sound of that?”

Zenobia whimpered, her pussy clenching eagerly with a renewed spark of interest. Wes chuckled lowly in her ear.

“You’re a dirty little bitch,” he muttered affectionately, nibbling absentmindedly on Zenobia’s earlobe. “I like that.”

He stroked his palm down on Zenobia’s back, slowly edging down her ass and towards her pussy, where his cock was still held inside Zenobia’s body. She moaned softly, and gazed up at Wes through dazed, pleasure-ridden eyes. Wes kissed the corner of her mouth, nuzzling at the underside of her chin with the tip of his nose. Slowly, he started to pull out, rolling on his side and immediately pulling Zenobia in his arms, still sticky and covered in each other’s juices.

“I’m done wishing I could be someone else,” Wes whispered. “Now everyone will wish they were me. And you wanna know why?”

Zenobia nodded.

“Because now I get to take you home afterwards,” he whispered, smiling that soft, blinding smile that had made her heart flutter.

Zenobia’s chest constricted and she swatted half-heartedly at Wes’s arm, burying her face in the curve of Wes’s neck.

“You sound like someone from all those stupid chick flicks,” she muttered, trying not to let Wes feel her smile shining through.