by K. C. Crowne
A long moment of silence passed between us. In that silence though, there seemed to be so much communication racing back and forth. We didn't speak – but, there didn't seem to be any need. I kind of got the impression that we were saying everything that needed to be said without saying anything at all.
“I've wanted you for a very long time, Sarah,” he finally said, breaking the silence, and giving me a sheepish look.
“Have you?” I asked.
“Yes. God, yes,” he said.
I leaned closer, close enough that he could kiss me if he'd wanted. Our eyes were still locked on each other, and I licked my lips, inviting him to kiss me. I needed this now, even though I knew it was wrong. After sleeping with Austin, I needed the reassurance that I was good enough, that a man might want me even if he wasn't drunk or not thinking straight. A man like Wes, no less.
“I was just getting ready to hit the showers,” he whispered, his lips grazing mine as he spoke. “Wanna join me?”
The idea of getting caught in the showers with him was scary – and powerfully sexy. Adrenaline rushed through my body and excitement pushed all my doubts away. I'd always wanted to join him in the shower, but never had the guts to make it happen. Of course, I never knew if he actually wanted me to join him or not.
Now though, I had a direct invitation. Was I really considering it? I'd just slept with Austin a few nights before, and there was some guilt there – but only for a split second. The memory of how quickly he'd rushed out, saying it couldn't happen again – regardless of the reason – still stung. But it meant that, since it couldn't happen again, I was under no obligation to remain faithful to him, and I was free to make my own choices.
And I wanted this.
I wanted Wes.
I wanted to have some fun, and if Austin wasn't interested, why should I pass up Wes’ invitation? The timing was a little rushed, sure, but I hadn't planned on it. It just happened. At least with Wes, it was out in the open. We both knew what to expect. There was no promise of a relationship, nothing serious. There was less chance of someone getting hurt in the process, which sounded ideal to me.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I'll join you.”
The showers were empty when we stepped inside. The guys who were on the clock now had had a slow night and had no calls that required coming back and showering. No one from our shift, besides Luke, was there yet. Even so, most of us showered at home before coming in for work. I'd showered already, mainly to wake me up and get my ass moving , but the idea of seeing Wes completely nude was too tempting to pass up, and ignited a fire low in my belly.
Watching attentively as Wes stripped down, I drew in a breath as I saw his bare ass for the first time. I'd seen him shirtless plenty of times, so the tattoo on his right shoulder blade was no surprise to me. An anchor. It was his tie to the water, to his father who had been in the Navy and passed away when Wes was just a boy. I'd heard the story once a long time ago. The other tattoos down his arms weren't new to me either. Colorful artwork, most of it tied to the ocean in some way. Wes was a typical California boy through and through. He was born and raised near the water. His shaggy hair, tan skin, and surfer boy good looks were still evident even into his thirties. He'd never outgrown it, and it was part of his charm.
When he turned around to face me, my breath caught in my throat. His ass had been nice and firm, but the front of him was a sight to behold. His cock was long and hard already, and I had to fight the urge to rush over to him and take it in my hand. It was thick, and at least seven inches, maybe eight.. He caught me staring, flashed me a roguish little grin, and I blushed.
“You can touch it if you'd like,” he said with a broad smile.
“I just might have to do that,” I teased. I was in jeans and a t-shirt, and I felt overdressed next to this naked, god of a man. A naked god of a man who'd ignited a fire in my loins, and whom I wanted so bad it hurt.
“You have to get undressed first,” he said, looking me over with a cocked eyebrow.
I pulled up my shirt, taking my time to do a little striptease for him as I slipped it off over my head, tossing it onto the bench nearby. The look on his face reminded me of a dog drooling over some tasty morsel of food, and I chuckled as I reached behind to unhook my bra. Wes' cock throbbed as my breasts fell free.
Before I could even remove my pants, , Wes strode over to me, closing the distance between us in a split second with his long, strong legs.
“Need some help?” he asked, staring down at me.
I nodded, but seemed unable to even speak, as a smile pulled at my lips.
He cupped my breasts in his hands, looking at them like a virgin might look at the first pair of tits he'd ever seen in his life. He was transfixed on them, playing with them, squeezing them in his hands, a look of something like awe, spreading across his face.
“Perfection,” he whispered mostly to himself, but I’d heard him just the same.
He turned back to my face, his emerald eyes hungry for me, his face burning with lust.
My heart swelled, and my insides turned to mush. I wasn't normally an insecure person – okay, maybe the night with Austin had set me on edge - but the way Wes looked at me made me feel sexier than I'd ever felt before. He just had a look in his eyes, one of pure hunger and lust, something I'd only seen in the movies before.
“Help me get these pants off?” I asked, my voice soft.
“Of course,” he said.
I slipped out of my jeans, fully exposing myself to him for the first time. He drank me in and smiled, as he stared at me completely naked and bare before him.
I buried myself into his body. The positive affirmations Wes was giving me – as much as I hated feeling like I needed them – helped to erase some of the sting I was still feeling over Austin.
Some small voice inside my head scolded me for jumping into bed with another man so quickly. Austin had made it clear that we had no future though, so there was no reason I wasn't free to be with someone else. No reason to hold myself back or pass up the chance to indulge in one of my fantasies. Wes and I were equals, no one would bat an eye if we got together. Besides, friends with benefits were different than an actual relationship. This was just a mutually beneficial arrangement. Wasn’t it?
The idea was very appealing to me, even if there was part of me that wanted more. Honestly, I wanted to belong to someone. Deep down, I wanted to be someone's girlfriend, someone’s lover. I wanted to be someone's one and only. I told myself that one day, when life calmed down, I'd find that right person. For now though, I could take comfort in enjoying this sexy man beast before me. It could mean as much or as little as we wanted it to.
“You look dirty,” Wes said, lifting me up off my feet with a grin.
I squealed in surprise as he carried me into the showers like I weighed nothing at all. Both of us were buck naked and trying not to laugh too loud. There was an echo in the showers, but typically you'd only hear it if you were inside. Even still, we were doing our best to keep our voices down as much as possible.
The door to the room was heavy and loud, and it creaked loudly whenever anyone came in, so we'd have some warning if that happened. It also meant though, that while we should try to be quiet – to be safe and discreet – we didn't have to try too hard. We could afford to let ourselves go and give into the moment – if only a little bit.
Wes turned the shower on, and a moment later warm jets of water cascaded over my bare skin. Closing my eyes, I savored the feeling, forgetting for a moment, that I was showering with one of my best friends. Wes didn't let me forget for long, however.
Coming up behind me, he enveloped me in his strong arms, holding me against his toned, wet body. He'd soaped himself up, so he was slippery and sudsy. His erection pressed into my ass as he nibbled my neck.
I reached behind me, taking him firmly in my hand and gave him a few long strokes. He groaned into my ear.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered. “That feels good.”
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bsp; His cock twitched in my hand as I stroked him. He bit down on my neck, a playful nip, but it sent shockwaves of sensation coursing through me.
“Bend over,” he growled.
Removing my hand from his cock, I bent over as instructed. My hands were pressed to the wall of the shower in front of me, ass pushed out toward him. I expected his cock to fill me up, but instead, he grabbed hold of me with one hand, burying two thick fingers inside of me with the other.
“We don't have much time today,” he said. “But I really think we should let this be a regular thing. What do you say, Sarah?”
With his fingers moving in and out of me, my heart thundering in my chest, and my head spinning, all I could muster was whimper.
My body shuddered, and my skin felt like it was on fire. God, I’d needed this. I needed him. Wes removed his fingers from my pussy and took hold of my hips. He pulled me back against him until the head of his dick rested against my opening. I wiggled my ass, begging him with my body to enter me. Wes rubbed himself against me, between my thighs, teasing my clit with his member before taking hold of it and pushing it firmly into me.
That first thrust took me by surprise, and my legs almost gave out underneath me. My voice echoing around the bathroom, I cried out as he filled me up, stretching me open and reaching the deepest parts of me.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, my back arching as he continued thrusting himself into me.
His fingernails dug into my flesh as he pummeled me, his grunts deep and low, echoing throughout the showers. At this point, we were too far gone too care if anyone heard us or not. Wes pulled on my hair, pulling me up as he lowered himself down, and kissed the back of my neck. Shivers ran through my body as the pleasure took over. He continued fucking me, fast and hard.
“You like this, don’t you?” he growled. “You like being sneaky in the showers.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“You like fucking me,” he said, his voice sounding deeper than ever before. He thrust into me, nearly reaching my cervix.
“Oh God, yes,” I cried out. My hands were slipping on the wall, and I fell forward.
Wes pulled himself from me and grabbed my shoulders, turning me around. Lifting me up into his arms, he pressed my back against the shower wall and his cock entered me again.
My legs wrapped around him as he buried himself inside of me. His tongue filled my mouth and we kissed, the water from the shower washing over us in warm rivulets.
Being held up in his arms like that, made me feel fragile, yet safe at the same time. He was a big teddy bear of a man, but sexually, there was nothing soft and fluffy about him. There was a dominance I hadn't expected, and it turned me on immensely. My body was trembling around him as he fucked me, uttering dirty phrases into my ear as he plunged deep and deeper into me.
“You like being bad for me, don't you Sarah?”
Words were lost on me. I was in the thick of it, overcome with pleasure, and all I could mutter was, “Yes, yes,” over and over again.
“You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?” he said, driving himself into me with an animalistic grunt.
“Yes,” I said again.
“Goddammit, I could fuck you for hours,” he bit out as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me.
He stopped talking, and instead dotted my neck with kisses, nibbling on my ear lobes as I lost control. My pussy spasmed around him, and I dug my nails into his back. His mouth found mine and drowned out the screams from my orgasm. I held on to Wes for dear life as he buried himself inside of me again, holding himself steady. His legs shook wildly, but he held onto me. I knew he was coming with me, without him even saying a word.
As the last wave of pleasure washed over us, he just held me there against the wall. He stared into my eyes and kissed the tip of my nose. His lips curled back into his trademark smirk.
“Damn, that was better than I thought possible,” he said.
I was still breathless, but I nodded in agreement. I couldn't find the words, so I didn't even try. I relished his arms around me and the fact that he didn't rush out of there like Austin had done the night we’d spent together. Even though we could get caught, he held me for what felt like an eternity, with my head nestled against his neck and the warm water running down our bodies.
The sound of the door opening and shutting pulled our attention back to the moment. He quickly dropped me down to my feet, steadying me as he did so, but there was no time to cover up. Footsteps echoed from the doorway as I lunged for my clothes, but it was too late. I stood naked before Luke with my shirt in my hands, and he looked at me then at Wes, putting two and two together.
Luke was naked as well except for a towel wrapped around his waist. His chiseled chest was clear of any tattoos. Unlike most of the guys there, he wasn't inked up. A trail of dark hair went down from his chest, disappearing underneath the towel and leaving me to wonder what secrets he was hiding down below.
“Luke, please don't--” I stammered.
“Don't worry,” he said, a sheepish grin on his face. “I won't tell anyone.”
“Nah, Luke is cool like that,” Wes said, soaping up underneath the spray of the water, his back to us.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Wes chuckled and Luke followed suit. There was something I was missing, but I couldn't be sure what it was.
“He means I'm not nearly the proper nerd most people think I am,” Luke said.
I was still confused, and momentarily forgot that I was still naked as a jaybird in front of the two of them. Luke's gaze moved lower for a split second, and he smiled wider. I smacked him on the arm.
“Eyes up here,” I said.
“Sorry,” he said, chuckling. “Hard not to look. Can't say I'm not a little jealous of Wes right now.”
“You are?” I asked. I’d never thought of Luke like that. I mean, yeah, he's a good-looking guy, I'd checked him out a time or two, but he never seemed interested in me, or dating in general.
He shrugged, and Wes shot us both a look over his shoulder, clearly enjoying the show.
Wes added, “Luke and I have been checking you out for a long time, Sarah.”
“Really?” I still couldn't believe it.
“I'm just better at hiding it,” Luke said. “Didn't think you'd be interested in a nerd like me.”
“He's not all nerd,” Wes said, egging him on.
The two of them laughed, a thunderous sound that echoed through the bathrooms. I still felt lost and confused. I guess I hadn't been paying attention, but the two of them were a lot closer than it appeared.
“You're so cute when you're confused,” Wes said, winking at me.
“I feel like I'm missing something. Probably some guy code bullshit,” I said, rolling my eyes. I reached for a towel and wrapped it around me.
“It's just that, Luke and I have, on occasion, shared a girl,” Wes said.
My jaw nearly hit the floor. Wes, yes, I could see him being into threesomes and other kinky shit. But Luke? Nerdy, keeps-to-himself and studies data, Luke? No way.
He shrugged, his brown eyes twinkling with a deviousness I'd never seen before. Even though I'd just had a crazy-intense orgasm, the idea of being with Luke and Wes at the same time turned me on all over again. I'd never thought about it before, but in that moment, staring at both of them, I felt my pussy throb.
“I should probably get out of here before we get caught by someone else,” I said.
My cheeks were warm, as were my insides. There was a fire growing inside of me, and had I stayed put, I feared I might get into some real trouble. Sleeping with two different men in just a few days was bad enough, I didn't want to add a third. Besides, Austin would be arriving soon, and I didn't want to risk us getting caught. I had no intention of getting my ass chewed out for having sex in the public showers at work. Though the thought of Austin knowing I wasn’t sitting home and pining over him was a nice one.
“Too bad,” Wes teased. “I was hoping we could ha
ve a little more fun. Maybe another time?”
I didn't answer him. I was afraid of what I might say in the moment. I wasn't thinking clearly; I was confused and overwhelmed with sexy thoughts. I couldn't be trusted to make a sound decision. But even though I didn't say it, my insides were screaming, “Yes.”
My body wanted it. Hell, even my mind wanted it. I just had to sort it all out.
“Jacklyn, please, call me? I miss you. Let's make plans for Christmas, okay?.” I sighed as I hung up the phone.
Not only was I worried about the possibility of somebody intentionally setting fires out in her direction, it had been too long since we'd talked. I knew Mallory was too busy for me right now, but Jacklyn too? That hurt. I felt like I was losing both of my sisters.
I was home after working a pretty boring routine day. Not that I was complaining. Boring in my field was a good thing. We'd had a few EMT calls, but nothing too exotic, and thankfully, no more fires. Two the day before had been enough to last me for a little while.
Still, I was exhausted from working all week, and to top it all off, having more sex than I'd had in a very long time. I was confused where all of this was going, but that wasn't something I'd open up to Jacklyn about, anyway. In fact, I was hoping to get my mind off my guy troubles.
My phone rang a second later. Jacklyn's number. I smiled as I picked up.
“Hey, sis. What's up? I'm sorry I kept missing your calls, I've been really busy lately,” my sister said.
“It's all good. I was just worried about you,” I said. “How are things on the ranch these days?”
I had to pull my phone away from my ear, grimacing at the high-pitched sound as my sister squealed with delight.
“Oh, my God, you're not going to believe this, but I am seeing a guy,” she said.
She rambled on and on, speaking way too fast for me to make out all of it, but I got the gist of it at least. She seemed really excited about it, and for that, I was happy for her.
“So he's been staying there at the ranch?” I asked. “What do Milo and his brothers think of him?”