Soaked

by Courtney Elliott

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said once he’d helped me into the truck and climbed in himself. I looked over at him.

  “I loved it. I really can’t thank you enough for doing this for me.” A low rumble of thunder echoed around us. West looked out the front window as the first few sprinkles hit his windshield.

  “I guess we should head back before this gets any worse. Are you hungry?” He asked as he started up the truck. Suddenly though food and getting away from the brewing storm were the last things on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I wanted to kiss him in that moment. He must have been on the same page because when I moved toward him, he was quick to react. His hands tangled in my hair as his lips crashed against mine.

  For a second, everything else around us disappeared. All I could think about was the feel of his lips on mine. I parted my mouth and he didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue against mine, causing a slight whimper from me. His hand gripped my head harder, but it didn’t hurt. If anything, it just turned me on even more.

  I felt his other hand on my shoulder as he played with the strap of my dress. It slipped down and he caressed my bare skin with his thumb. I was seconds away from asking him for more when a car horn honked loudly. Just like that, the moment was lost.

  West and I pulled away from each other, but our breaths were still coming out in quick little bursts. It was nice to know he had been just as affected as I was. He put the truck in gear and pulled into the line of cars currently trying to leave the parking lot. Another flash of lightning lit up the sky and sure enough, it was quickly followed by that distinct rumble.

  During the ride home, the storm that was brewing continued to make it’s presence known and I kept casting glances in West’s direction. I couldn’t get that kiss out of my head, and I couldn’t help but wonder just how far things might have gone if that car hadn’t honked. I wanted West, and based on his reaction back there, it was safe to assume that he wanted me just as much. I shifted in my seat before I undid my seatbelt. Then I scooted closer to West. He cast a quick glance my way before snapping his eyes back to the road.

  “Len, what are you doing?” He asked. Rather than answer him, I pulled my legs into the seat and sat on the heels of my feet. I turned so that I was completely facing him and leaned forward. My heart was hammering wildly in my chest, but I did my best to ignore it.

  I placed my hands on West’s thigh and I felt him tense underneath my touch. “Len,” he said again, but I could hear a slight waver in his voice. I glanced out the window and through the sprinkles dotting the windshield; I noticed that we weren’t far from my house. Ten more minutes at the most. With that thought in mind, I leaned forward and kissed the side of West’s neck. I could smell that same citrus scent of his that I adored.

  I planted another kiss just slightly above the first. Then another on his jaw. I felt the muscle tick underneath my lips. I rose up slightly so that my mouth was centimeters from his ear. “Will you stay with me tonight?” I asked. My voice shook with my nerves, and I hoped more than anything he didn’t notice. “Please.” I watched as he swallowed hard before he looked me straight in the eyes.

  “As you wish.”

  In the ten minutes it took for us to get the rest of the way to my house, mother nature decided she was done playing games. Just as we turned onto my street, the rain that had been teasing us all night started to really come down. West pulled the truck up against the curb and we looked at one another for a beat before we both opened the door and took off at a run across my front lawn. We dashed under the porch, but by that point the damage was already done. We were both officially soaked.

  West smiled as he looked down at me, and I was more eager than ever to get us inside where we could be dry. I went to open the door, but to my dismay, it was locked. I immediately started digging through my purse in search of the tiny spare key that I hoped I still had.

  “Man, it’s really coming down now,” West said. I looked over my shoulder and saw the rain pouring off the side of our covered porch like a waterfall. Just as I finally felt the key at the bottom of my purse, I noticed West moving away. I looked up as he stepped off the porch and out into the storm.

  “What are you doing?” I asked. He didn’t answer me though. He just looked back at me with that dimpled grin. Then he crooked his finger toward me. I shook my head.

  “Come here, Len,” he called. I shook my head again.

  “Are you crazy? It’s pouring.”

  “It’s just a little water. Are you afraid of getting a little wet?” That heart stopping grin was oh so hard to resist. So, against my better judgment, I took my hand off the key and stepped off my porch into the rain. He held a hand out for me to take, so I did.

  “It’s freezing, you know that?” I asked as he pulled me close to his chest. As the rain fell all around us, he took my face in his hands and then lowered his mouth down to mine. It didn’t take long before I wasn’t so cold anymore.

  Thirty-Nine

  My hands clutched at his shirt and together we stumbled down the hallway toward my room. With our lips still locked together, he got my door open and pushed me inside. He kicked it closed behind him as we continued to step further into my room. My arms went up and around his neck just as he gently nipped on my bottom lip. I gasped at the sensation and he smiled before doing it again.

  I reached for one of the straps of my sopping wet dress and moved to pull it down, but he reached out and stopped me. I quirked one brow up. Surely, he wasn’t going to turn me down again.

  “Wait,” he said hoarsely. I blinked as I looked up at him. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I knew that if he ended this now, I would be crushed. I was so tired of waiting.

  “I want this West. I want to be with you,” I told him with conviction. He cupped my face in his hands and pressed a tender kiss to my lips.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. “I just don’t want to rush this Lennon. I want to remember everything about tonight.” He pressed another kiss to my lips before he eased me down gently onto my bed and moved over me. He placed one arm next to my head while the other rested lightly over my stomach. Then he brought his mouth slowly back down to mine.

  As our kiss deepened, I began to feel his hand gliding over me. He was careful with his movements and at certain spots, I wasn’t sure if he was even touching me at all. His tongue slipped inside my mouth as his fingers grazed over my ribs, causing my body to shiver. He continued up until he had my strap grasped between his fingers. Then he began to slowly slide it down my shoulder.

  He pulled his lips away from mine, but didn’t stop kissing me. First he kissed my chin, and then he followed along my jaw line pressing tiny baby kisses the whole way. His lips moved to my neck before he went even lower. It was amazing. He was barely even touching me, but still my entire body felt like it was on fire. He pressed a kiss against my collar bone and then moved down again. As he did, he pulled the strap of my dress even lower until my breast became completely exposed. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. This would be the first time West would see me naked.

  Before I had time to really think about how embarrassing it was though, I felt his mouth close around me. I immediately arched up, bringing my nipple even more into his mouth. He slid his tongue over the quickly hardening peak and I gasped. He nipped gently before he sucked tenderly.

  I was completely soaked and I couldn’t stop moving underneath him. He seemed perfectly content where he was though and I wasn’t about to make him stop. He released my nipple only to turn around and blow cool air against me. I couldn’t help it, and I moaned from the sensation.

  Then I looked down at him. He was staring back at me, those stormy eyes of his ablaze with desire. I bit down on my bottom lip and he shifted against me. I felt his erection press against my leg, and my eyes widened at how big he felt. He stood up from the bed and I watched with fascination as he undid the jacket of his suit. He let it drop to the floor while he began to undo the butt
ons of his dress shirt that was still clinging to his skin. I lifted myself up and moved to the edge of the bed.

  “Let me,” I offered and he dropped his hands away.

  “As you wish,” he whispered and for a second, I considered just tearing the shirt off him. I didn’t though. A bigger part of me wanted to tease him just a bit. I slid my hands up his arms slowly until I was touching the tops of his large shoulders. He stared at me intensely as I moved my fingers to the first button. I popped it free then moved to the second. His breath hitched the lower I got, and I reveled in how turned on he was obviously getting just by me undoing his shirt.

  When his shirt was completely undone, I slid my arms back up and under. Then I pulled it down his arms and let it fall to the floor. His bare chest glistened from the rain drops that still adorned him. I could see him clearly through moonlight shining through my window and I couldn’t resist the urge to continue running my hands over him. I’d wanted to do this for so long, and I was finally getting my chance.

  I pressed a single kiss to his peck and that seemed to be all he could take. He reached down to cup my butt and then flipped me onto my back. I giggled and he leaned down over me. His lips found mine for another passionate kiss. He reached up to both straps of my dress and then tugged it lower and lower until my body slowly became revealed inch by bare inch until finally I was lying on my bed in nothing but simple black lace panties.

  West’s gaze fell to them and for a few seconds, he simply stared. I shifted under his stare and moved to cover myself, but he was quick to pull my hands back. “Please don’t,” he said and his tone begged me to listen. I let my hands fall away and he slowly scanned the length of my near naked body again. Then he reached for the button of his slacks. My eyes dropped down and I watched as he undid them and pushed them all the way down to the floor. He was standing there in nothing but a pair of black briefs that left little to the imagination and made me swallow hard.

  A wave of panic started to settle in. West saw it and moved toward me. “Hey,” he said soothingly. “It’s okay Lennon, it’s just me. It’s okay.”

  “I’m nervous,” I admitted. He cupped my cheek in his hand.

  “We don’t have to do anything,” he said. “We can stop and just go to sleep.” I shook my head.

  “No, I want this. I just…”I hesitated. “…I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to expect.” He didn’t look amused by that like I thought he might. Instead, he just kept looking back at me with that same sweet West smile of his.

  “I’ll go slow,” he said in the same calm voice, and I nodded my head. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.”

  “Okay,” I whispered. He didn’t move right away, but then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. He was propped on one elbow and his other arm was braced beside me, but he wasn’t touching me. I wanted him to touch me. Desperately. “West,” I said against his lips. He leaned up so he could see my face. “I want you to touch me.”

  He moved his hand to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek tenderly. I waited with bated breath as he began to travel down the length of me. My body arched again when he trailed his fingertips over my breast and then I bit down on my bottom lip. He cupped my breast in his hand and squeezed slightly before he lowered his mouth to me just as he had before. I closed my eyes while his tongue swirled over my sensitive nipple.

  My hands clutched the sheet as his hand began to move again. He slid over my stomach and my body jerked against him. He paused at the edge of my panties and I was about to ask him to keep going when he slipped beneath the fabric. He moved his mouth to my other breast as the tips of his fingers slid against my slick entrance for the first time.

  I grabbed his bicep and dug my fingers in as my whole body tightened. He pulled back slightly. “Relax, Lennon,” he said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” I eased back down onto the mattress and rather than return to my breasts, he kept his eyes locked onto mine as his fingers slid over me again. Once again, my body jolted from his touch. “Shh,” he soothed.

  “Sorry,” I whispered in a raspy breath.

  “Don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for Lennon. You’re perfect.” I looked at those stormy eyes and relaxed a little more. I spread my legs slightly to give him better access and when I did, he slipped his first finger inside me. It felt tight and bigger than I had expected and I bit down on my bottom lip.

  “Jesus,” he hissed. He moved his finger out almost completely before pushing in again. He did this a few more times until I moaned. I clutched at the sheets again as he added a second finger and repeated his movements. It didn’t take long before my body started to tighten. His thrusts picked up speed and I wiggled beneath him. I hadn’t expected it to feel so good.

  “West,” I moaned. “West.” I repeated his name twice more. Then I felt myself tumble over into the abyss and I melted into the mattress. My body jerked as he slipped his fingers from inside me. My eyes felt heavy and I was having a hard time keeping them open, but I wanted to see West. I wanted to see if he had enjoyed that as much as I had. When my eyes finally were able to focus on him, he was smiling down at me with nothing but complete adoration.

  “That was amazing,” I said with a satisfied smile spread across my face. He grinned at my compliment.

  “You are amazing,” he replied. I sat up on my elbows so that my face was only inches from his.

  “Can we do it again?” He laughed and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Then he stood from the bed and walked over to his discarded pants. He dug through the pocket and pulled out two little foil packets. He sat them down on my nightstand before turning his focus on me.

  “I’m just setting them there in case. We don’t have to use them,” he said. His words might as well have fallen on deaf ears though. I wanted to use them. I wanted to find out what else was in store for us. I hadn’t waited my whole life to have this with him to back out now.

  West came back to the bed and moved in beside me again. I shifted beneath him and he brushed a few strands of hair away from my face. His eyes scanned me as his fingers stroked my cheek.

  “You are so beautiful Len,” he said. I smiled up at him. “I will never understand what I ever did to deserve you.” Rather than respond to his sweet words, I simply pulled his mouth down to mine. He braced his arms on either side of my face as he hovered above me. He was careful not to put any of his weight on me as our tongues met in a sensuous dance of raw need.

  I felt him pressing against my entrance, but we both still had on our underwear. As our kiss started to deepen, he ground into me and I moaned against his mouth, eliciting a growl from him that tingled my toes. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take before I would go insane. I wanted more of him. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to know what it was like to be his entirely.

  I pulled back from our kiss. “West, please,” I begged.

  “Please what?”

  “I need you. Please.” He didn’t need more encouragement than that. He sat up so that he was kneeling between my legs. Then with slow, deliberate movements, he pulled my panties down my legs. Once they were free, he dropped them to the floor. I expected him to stand up and remove his next, but that’s not what happened. Instead, he pressed my thighs down into the mattress so that I was exposed beneath his hot stare.

  He locked his eyes on mine as he lowered himself down. My lips parted and I watched with eager anticipation as he mouth first met my entrance. My head fell back at the first swipe of his tongue and I think my eyes rolled all the way back in my head. My leg bent and my heel dropped to his shoulder blade while my hands tangled in his short hair.

  He swiped his tongue again, and I moaned loudly. It only took a few seconds before I came completely unraveled a second time that night. He lapped up everything I had to offer and came up grinning like I’d never seen him do before. I was sated and honestly didn’t think I could move, but he was far from over.

  He stepped of
f the bed and quickly removed the last bit of fabric between us. Then he moved back between my legs. He reached for one of the packets on the nightstand and quickly tore it open with his teeth. He braced himself on one elbow while the other reached between our slick bodies.

  He shifted and I felt his tip press against me. I knew what was coming next. Or at least, I thought I did. I don’t think anything could have really prepared me for what it would be like to have West somewhere no one else had been.

  He slid inside me as slow and tortuous as possible. I knew he was just trying to be careful, but I wanted to feel him as deep as he could go. I wanted to be full of him. I bent my legs and placed my hands near his hips as he hit the resistance we’d both been anticipating.

  He looked at me, and I nodded. I think he pulled out even slower than he had going in and he paused for just a second before he thrust hard. A small yelp escaped me and I closed my eyes tightly. I buried my face against his chest while I waited for the throb to subside. West didn’t move a muscle.

  “Are you okay?” He asked. I wasn’t ready to speak yet though. “Lennon, I need you to say something. Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” My voice was hoarse. “I’m fine. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” He asked. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and I knew that while it would be hard, he would stop now if I asked him to.

  “No, I just need a minute,” I said. His eyes found mine and his brows were dipped with concern.

  “Are you sure?” I nodded and smiled as best I could. The sting had started to subside and now all I could feel was his impressive length buried within me.

  “Please don’t stop.” It took him a second, but then he started to move. His lips found mine and latched on. With each thrust, I could feel myself starting to climb that wonderful hilltop. He pulled back, but didn’t stop moving.