Sloan (A Wesley Brothers Novel Book 2)

by Michelle Smith

  “Knees.” This time, there’s no doubt about his tone. This is an order, not a request, and I’m happy to oblige. I’ve never considered myself a submissive lover, but then again, I’ve never had a lover that was this good at being in control.

  I don’t waste precious seconds thinking about what I want to do. I drop onto the plush carpeting and Sloan takes a step forward, his cock still as rock hard as it was in the car and right at level with my mouth. Then he throws me another command. “Hands behind your back, Lizzy.”

  I slide my hands around and clasp them together, resting them against my ass. I look up at him as he looks down from above, a smirk pulling at his lips makes me smile in return, then look straight ahead at the cock bobbing before me. I guess I look at it for longer than I think because he flexes it, making it jump and when it comes back down, it taps my lips lightly, leaving behind a drop of pre-cum I can’t resist licking off.

  Sloan growls softly, deep in his throat, when I lean forward and lick the tip. I wrap my lips around him and slide my tongue across the velvety skin. I may not be allowed to use my hands but Sloan intends to use his. He grabs his cock with one hand, pulling it from my mouth and pumping his large fist up and down a few times. He pulls the skin tight, the shaft straight and solid as he holds it out for me to get an easier grasp on it. I lean in, taking him in my mouth again, and work his dick back and forth over my lips and tongue like I did in the car. This angle gives me better access, and I can suck him in deeper than I did before, but I’m still not happy yet and I won’t be until I can get him all the way in.

  He lets go of his dick to gather my hair in his fist, then takes hold of it again as I stroke his cock in and out of my mouth. He doesn’t push me onto him, but after a few strokes, I notice he grips me tighter, stilling me so that now he’s moving more than I am. He looks down at me again, watching his shallow thrusts into my mouth. “You good?”

  I nod, unable to use my words for obvious reasons.

  He continues to move, increasing his speed but never his depth, knowing what my limit is. I watch him—I can’t help looking—mesmerized by the sway of his body as he takes his pleasure from my mouth. My jaw aches and my pussy aches even more. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold out. I needn’t worry about that though. Feeling Sloan get more erratic with his thrusts signals me he’s close, and the way his cock swells even bigger in my mouth confirms it. His hand holding my hair drops away. “Fuck baby, I’m about to come. Pull away now if you don’t want it down your throat.”

  There’s no fucking way I’m pulling off him, instead taking him deeper into my mouth one last time as he starts to come. He stops moving, holding himself deep in my mouth as I feel him throb, unloading all he has into the back of my throat in long, hard spurts.

  He grunts and groans in pleasure as the last of his orgasm subsides, looking at me with reverent eyes as I let his cock slip out of my mouth. He laughs, dropping my hair from his fist, and scrubs his hands over his face. “Holy fucking shit! That was the best goddamned blow job I think I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

  I sit back on my heels, smiling up at him, his praise making me feel proud and sexy. I’ve never had a guy’s approval after a good blow job mean much to me, but making Sloan happy gives me this overwhelming sense of joy. I like making him happy.

  “Come here,” he says, bending down to help me stand on my feet, but before I get all the way up, he scoops me into his arms and carries me over to the bed, dumping me on the mattress. He leaves me there while he walks into his bathroom, and I hear him rummaging in a cabinet before he comes right back out. He strolls up to the bed, standing in front of me and tosses a strip of condoms onto the mattress next to me—maybe four or five from what I can tell—and I look back up at him with an arched eyebrow. His accompanying smile is gorgeous.

  “For later.” He doesn’t say much else as his eyes rove over my naked body. Dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed, he pulls my legs towards him until he has my body at the edge of the mattress. He pushes my legs open wide in front of him, the cool air hitting my exposed, wet flesh. He runs his tongue over his lips and leans in, and right before he takes that first lick, I hear him say, “Told ya I was gonna eat this pussy.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sloan

  The early morning sun streams through the bedroom blinds I forgot to close last night before going to sleep. I shift to look at the clock on my nightstand, brightly displaying the time to be 9:43 a.m. My subtle movement causes Lizzy to stir beside me, snuggling in closer and throwing her arm over my uncovered chest. She’s sleeping hard, her breaths coming in slow, steady intervals, as I watch her get comfortable again beside me. I wore her out last night and I’m sure she’s exhausted. I know I was. I’m not complaining though. Last night was amazing.

  After the fantastic blowjob she gave me, I returned the favor by eating her out until she almost ripped my hair right out of my head. Her moans and mewls of pleasure had me rock hard again in no time, and as soon as her first orgasm came crashing over her, I wrapped a condom around my growing cock and pushed inside her still-clenching pussy.

  After we finished that round, we were starving, and thanks to my busy work schedule and less than stellar grocery shopping skills, the only actual food I had was frozen lasagna and a half-empty box of take-out from Cade’s Tavern where I went for lunch the other day. Since the lasagna would take more than an hour to cook, I threw Lizzy into one of my tee shirts and a pair of athletic shorts and we drove to the nearest fast food joint, bringing home burgers and fries. Not the healthiest of meals by any means but I figured we’d earned it with all the extra calories we were burning tonight.

  And we weren’t done yet.

  I don’t remember what triggered it—with us it probably didn’t take much—but we ended up tangled in the sheets again. This time, after several long minutes of hardcore making out, I flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her hips and ass into the air, and took her from behind. She slid down from her hands to her elbows and finally to her chest with her arms outstretched, her upper body was flush with the bed and fuck if that wasn’t a remarkable sight—her sprawled out on the mattress in front of me, face down, ass up. I pounded into her in long, steady strokes, her fingers clutching at the sheets as I moved in and out of her tight body, digging my hands into the flesh of her ass so hard I might have left bruises. Judging by her moans and words of encouragement, she loved every minute of it.

  I even told her how hot I thought she’d look with my hand print on her ass. Her response? “Fuck yes, Sloan. Do it. Smack my ass.” She didn’t have to ask me twice. What the lady wanted, I was more than willing to give her. The slaps started out soft, almost teasing in nature. It didn’t take long for her to request them harder. The crack of my hand and the sounds of her moans dominated the room. I slid my hand around her body and rubbed my fingers hard on her clit, and she finally tumbled over the edge, taking me with her. In the end, her ass was a lovely shade of red too, each hand print overlapping another one so that her whole ass was marked.

  Sexiest. Fucking. Thing. Ever.

  After disposing of the condom, we collapsed in the bed together. She didn’t ask me to take her home, and I didn’t offer. That’s the last thing I remember until right now. Dishing out that many orgasms and enjoying a few of my own takes its toll on a man.

  “Hey, you…” she sighs up against me, sliding her arm down from its resting spot on my chest to around my waist. “What time is it?”

  I squeeze her into me tighter. I don’t know why I do it, other than my instant desire to have her closer. “Almost ten. What time does your brother get back from his road trip?” I’m only asking for selfish reasons. I don’t want her to leave yet.

  “Not until later today. They play at noon. Shouldn’t be too late though. Maybe seven or eight.” Music to my ears. Maybe I can get her to spend a lazy Sunday with me.

  “Perfect.” I snuggle her even closer. “How about we shower and go
out for coffee and breakfast?”

  She kisses the side of my chest, her lips whisper soft against the hard planes of my body. “Sounds great, except I think you’re forgetting something.”

  “Oh yeah?” I stroke my hands along her hip. “What’s that?”

  “I wasn’t planning on staying the night last night. I don’t have extra clothes here. Your stuff was fine to get the burgers since I didn’t get out of the car, but I can’t show up to a coffee shop in your oversized clothes.”

  “Why not? I happen to think you look very sexy in my clothes.” I nip her lips.

  She laughs, playfully smacking her hand against my stomach while she sits up, propping herself on her elbow to look me in the face. “They’re too big Sloan. The pants will fall off me and I’ll show all the church ladies my ass. They might not approve, but I bet their husbands will get a good kick out of it.”

  The picture she paints makes me laugh, but a sudden, unwelcome twinge of jealousy makes me realize I don’t want her showing her ass to anyone else. “It’s a very nice ass indeed, but you make a good point. I think I have a solution though.” I slide my arm out from under her head and clamor off the bed to the walk-in closet.

  “Where are you going?”

  I raise my voice so she can hear me while I rummage around for the bag I brought in here a few days ago—the one I had forgotten about until now. “I had to go shopping this week for suit shirts and ties and I asked my personal shopper to help me pick out a few things for you.” Grabbing the bag off the shelf after finding it behind several shoe boxes, I walk back out of the closet. Lizzy’s sitting up in the bed now, holding the sheet up against her naked breasts. “It’s nothing fancy, and I guessed on the size, but I wanted to get you something in case you ever spent the night here unprepared. I didn’t know you’d be needing it this soon.” Smiling, I sit back down on the bed next to her and hand her the bag.

  “I can’t believe you went to all this trouble. That’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.” She leans in for a kiss and I gladly accept it. I watch as she digs into the bag and pulls out several vintage-looking concert tees, a few pairs of shorts, and two pairs of sandals. She checks all the tags for the sizes and her smile widens. “Wow, you’re a good guesser. These should all fit. I love them. Thank you.” She leans in for a quick but searing kiss, and levels me with one of those sexy smiles I’ve come to adore. Seeing her smile makes me happy.

  “You said that already, but you’re welcome.” I take her hands and pull her off the bed with me, letting the sheet fall away from her, and together we walk into the bathroom naked. “Let’s shower and go get that coffee.”

  I turn on the shower faucets and adjust the temperature of the water. She steps under the spray once the water gets warm, and I must admit, watching the steaming water cascading over her body has me getting hard. I jog back into the bedroom and grab one of the condoms we didn’t use off the floor and go back into the bathroom, stepping into the shower, and tossing the packet onto the built-in shower seat, making sure she sees it. She looks at me with an arched eyebrow. She does that a lot.

  “Just in case.” She laughs and the sound makes me smile. I don’t expect us to have sex in here. I’m sure we could both use a break after the marathon we endured last night. But I want to be ready in case the situation should present itself. The ever-present Boy Scout in me always needs to be prepared for anything.

  I wanted to make sure she would be comfortable in my house if she ever did stay over, so I picked up a few things besides clothes at the department store that day. I take the bottle of specialty body wash I bought for her off the shelf and grab the new bath pouf off the hook, and squirt the fruity smelling goo onto the purple mesh. I take my time, running it over her body, starting with her back and rubbing it over her wet skin, down and over her beautiful ass. All the red marks from my hands have faded away and I vow to make sure I put new ones on her soon. The sooner the better, in fact. Something about having my mark on her brings out the primal urge in me to claim her and make her mine.

  Mine.

  I like the sound of that.

  She turns in front of me and I run the pouf over her shoulders and the front of her neck. I lower it to cover each of her arms in the bubbles and start on her breasts. Her nipples stand out in hard peaks as I run the soap over them, the creamy white suds flowing down over her body and dripping onto the floor. I spend more time on them than is necessary but come on, they’re spectacular breasts. It’d be a sin not to play with them.

  I move on, running the pouf over her stomach and ribcage, under her arms, and over her hips. I kneel onto the shower floor in front of her and tap her foot, causing her to spread her legs wider. She complies, but I don’t give her what I know she wants. I skip down to her foot, washing up one leg and down the other. All that’s left now is her pussy because I saved the best for last. I drop the bath pouf onto the shower floor, and squirt body wash directly onto my fingers. Rubbing my hands together to work up a lather, I finally touch her where she and I both have been wanting most.

  I rub my hands first along the seams of her legs, and then up over her silky flesh. Her skin is soft here, so delicate, and I run my fingers gently over her to clean her up. I know I’m turning her on, her slickness coating my fingers faster than I can clean it off and I don’t miss the sound of frustration that passes her lips as I pull my hands away and rinse them under the water. I guide her back under the spray and rinse her until the water runs clear of soap. Before I stand, I steal a few licks up her center, too greedy to let her go without a taste. Standing up and smirking at the disappointed look that’s covering her face, I think maybe I should continue working her up, but I want to spoil my girl right now. I grab the shampoo and work it into her hair, massaging her scalp and washing every strand, which proves a difficult task to focus on with all the moaning she’s doing. It must feel good to have someone else wash your hair. Who knew?

  Once I’m satisfied her hair is clean, I tilt her head back and rinse again, following the thorough washing with an equally thorough conditioning. We’re face to face, at least we would be if I didn’t have several inches advantage in the height department, and she watches me as I rinse the remaining product out of her hair. She smiles up at me when I finish, but that sweet innocence is replaced with naughty intent as I watch her pick up my bottle of body wash and squirt a generous portion into her hands. The minute she touches my body, I know I made the right decision when I brought that condom in here. It looks like we might use it after all.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Elizabeth

  The nearest coffee shop is only a few blocks away from Sloan’s house and rather than drive, we choose to walk. It’s a beautiful morning, or rather an early afternoon now, and neither of us want to waste any more time than necessary to get our caffeine fix. What started as a quick shower turned into an all-morning affair. Thank goodness Sloan has a large walk-in shower with multiple heads and an endless supply of hot water. Oh, and a shower seat. Boy did that thing come in handy. By the time we got out we were both pruney from the water, but it was well worth it. It was the first time I’d ever had sex in the shower and while it did take some maneuvering and quick thinking to ensure no one slipped and cracked a skull, I’d say the reward was worth the risk.

  There’s already plenty of people out roaming the shopping center where the coffee shop is, everybody taking advantage of this beautiful Sunday. We stroll past the storefronts, holding hands, and looking at anything that catches our eye. Truth be told, the only thing I can focus on right now is the sexy man standing next to me. There’s something special about him, and I’m learning to appreciate the idea of a relationship with him the more time we spend together. I realized it after our shower, when we were getting dressed to head out. It seemed like an odd time to think about it, but I guess the way he took such care of me made the ideas in my brain start to take root. He makes everything so easy. He’s patient, kind, a genuinely goo
d guy, successful, gorgeous to look at, and a master in the bedroom. He might be the perfect man—if those existed. I’m sure he has flaws, but I haven’t seen them…yet.

  The smell of baked goods and coffee slam into us the minute he opens the door for me and we walk inside. The place is crowded, the line at least ten people deep as we step up to the end of it. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom while you wait in line, if that’s okay?”

  “Sounds good. I’ll probably still be here when you get back.” He laughs, the deep rumble of his voice sending pleasure vibes all over my body. The man is seriously sexy, in everything he does, and he doesn’t even realize it. I fear I might be biased though. I’m fairly smitten with the guy, even if I don’t think I’m ready to admit it yet. He lets go of my hand and bends down to give me a chaste kiss before I step away. “What do you want me to order you, in case I get up there before you get back?”

  I ponder my order for a moment before telling him, “I’ll take a hazelnut caramel latte,” and make my way back to the bathroom, where there’s yet another line. I should have expected it with this crowd. It takes almost ten minutes to get in and out, but I hurry as quickly as I can and head back out into the café to find Sloan. It looks like the line must have moved faster than either of us thought it would. I spot him standing off to the side of the ordering counter. I think he’s already paid for our coffees and is waiting to pick them up.

  It’s only when I get closer that I realize he’s not alone. A woman whom I’ve never seen before is standing next to him, engaging him in conversation. Judging by the scowl marring his face, he’s clearly not enjoying it. She’s a petite woman, about my height with long red hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail and dressed in a causal burgundy summer dress.