He took me back to his place on the other side of the city. By private car, no less. With the gorgeous brunette in tow. It turned out that stunning beauty on his arm all night was his little sister, something my darling roomie neglected to inform me about right away.
When I’d joined them at the car, she’d raised a curious brow at her brother, but didn’t say a peep as she climbed into the vehicle. She simply smirked beside him, knowing exactly what we were going to get up to when the wheels rolled to a stop outside of their house. Honestly, if I’d known earlier, I probably would’ve offered my place — Ariel wouldn’t have cared if I brought a guy home, however, I personally didn’t make it a habit, not liking the idea of guys knowing where I lived, so that they couldn’t turn up uninvited.
We sat in silence until a little while later, the car pulled up to the kerb. Wes frowned as his sister went to get out of the car.
“Bea, where are you going?”
“Girls’ night in with Kels,” she said dismissively as she exited the car.
“I didn’t know about this.”
“Or maybe you just didn’t pay attention to your little sister earlier,” she remarked, amused. “Anyway, goodnight. Have fun. Stay safe. Use protection.”
“Beatrice!” He cringed, running a hand down his face as she shut the car door in our faces. I couldn’t help but laugh. I didn’t have any siblings, but for reasons like this, I wished I did.
“I am so sorry about that,” Wes said to me, clearly feeling embarrassed. “My sister isn’t the most…devout…young woman.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied earnestly. I liked her spunk. She wasn’t afraid to be seen being herself even amongst the elite. “At least you now know she was paying attention in sex ed unlike most kids her age.”
He cringed again. “I’d rather not think about that.”
I teased him slowly, slipping my hand across his thigh until I gently grazed his dick through his slacks. It was a bold move, something I wouldn’t normally do, but if I was being honest, we both knew the score — we were here for one thing and one thing only. Sex. Something about Wes gave me the impression that I could be free to explore whatever desires I had without fear of judgement or retribution. And tonight, I wanted to be bold and daring with him.
Wes struggled to suppress a groan as I continued to gently stroke him. His eyes glanced to the driver, then back to me. Suddenly remembering that we weren’t alone, I sheepishly began to remove my hand. Only…he stopped me.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, darling,” he teased softly in my ear, the heat of this breath on my skin sending delightful shivers down my spine.
My own eyes flickered between him and the driver. Surely he wasn’t implying we actually do something with someone else watching. I mean, I liked to think that I was somewhat adventurous in the bedroom, but Lord, I wasn’t that adventurous.
“Marty, put the partition up, will you? I’d like some privacy with my guest.”
“Yes, Master James.” The partition appeared, swiftly secluding us in their own little bubble in the backseat of the car.
Wes’s fingers brushed my hair behind my ear. “Where were we, darling?”
“Hmm,” I mused, continuing to stroke his cock through his pantsuit. “I believe we were right…about…here.”
His free hand roamed my thigh, drifting higher and higher until his fingers finally reached the damp fabric of my panties. “Fuck, darling, you’re soaking,” he growled in approval.
Suddenly, I was very glad I had changed out of my uniform and into the little white dress I’d worn to work. I unbuckled my seatbelt and crawled onto Wes’s lap, needing to be closer to him. The feeling of his cock straining against his pants beneath me only heightened my arousal. He began to tease my clit, before slipping a finger into my core.
I gasped, my head falling back as I begged him for more.
“Greedy girl,” he remarked with a light chuckle, obvious pleasure dripping from his words. “I’m happy to oblige.”
He slipped in another finger, then another. I couldn’t contain my moans as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside of me. I was so close, I wanted to scream at him to let me come.
“That’s it, darling,” Wes growled in approval. “Tell me, how badly do you want my cock inside that perfect pussy of yours?”
“So bad,” I cried, my grip on his shirt tightening as I continued to ride his hand. It’d been far too long since I’d been with someone, damn it. I needed him inside of me — now. “So fucking bad. Please, Wes.”
“Don’t worry, darling,” Wes replied, kissing the crook of my neck. “You’ll get my cock soon enough. But first, you’re going to come on my fingers so I can taste you.”
Jesus Christ. That was hot. I don’t think I’d ever had a guy talk to me like that before. Most guys I’d been with never put that much effort into foreplay. Clearly, Wes knew what the hell he was doing, because the next thing I knew, he was pulling down the edge of the top of my dress with his free hand, exposing my breasts, before taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking it — hard — while squeezing the other with his free hand.
“Come for me, darling.”
Those four little words were enough to finally tip me over the edge.
As I slowly came down from my high, the car pulled up to the kerb once more.
Perfect timing.
“You better fulfil the rest of that promise,” I warned him. After that experience, I needed to know what it felt like to lose control with him buried deep inside of me.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he sucked his fingers clean. “Darling, one taste of you isn’t nearly enough to satisfy my needs. I’m only just getting started.”