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Lana grabbed a fistful of his hair when he pressed his thumb to her clit, and his movement increased as he watched her.
So close. So close.
He waited until her body twitched, until she was clawing his forearms, and then he withdrew his fingers, grinning. Her expression was desperate and tormented, maybe even angry…until he ran his tongue along his fingers. Lana’s eyes widened in fascination before the look on her face turned savage with want. Her eyes flashed, and her yearning was raw. Primal.

And it was really fucking hot.

“I needed to know,” he said, shrugging.

His pelvis rocked painfully into the counter when she pulled him forward with her legs. “Now, Wes...or I’ll literally kill you…”

He laughed. “Which room?”

“First door.” Wes yanked her up onto his body, and the shock from the friction of her against his hard-on almost made it impossible for him to walk the few steps. They landed against the door with her back on it and when he leaned in to kiss her, Lana put her finger over his lips. “Wes, you’re cool with
this
being what it is, right? What it is,
right now
?” she said in a mocking tone—striking in its similarity to the way he spoke—repeating the words he had said to her in the
Vices
bathroom.

“Shut up,” Wes said with a laugh as she turned the doorknob behind her. Lowering her to the bed, he added, “Your roommates aren’t here.”

Lana nodded. “Let’s feel free to make use of that convenience.”

Balancing his weight on his arms, he hung over her. “How do we do that?”

“You have a pretty face. I think I’d enjoy sitting on it.” There was no hesitation in her voice, no looking coy or breaking eye contact. “But I’m already lying down, so…” Her knees eased apart like butterfly wings, until they were both on the mattress.

“Flexible,” Wes said as he peeled his jeans and boxers off.

“Very. In most senses of the word,” Lana said with a smile. “Serious question before we get down and dirty. When was the last time you got tested? And how often do you test for stuff?”

“Every three to four months, give or take. ‘A plus’ on my last report card; no worries, but I always wrap it up, too. Last thing I need is a woman running off to a magazine with a story that I gave her something or got her pregnant. You?”

“Every six months. Clean. Condoms or not, pills or not, how about we go together sometime next week and we both do it, okay? Especially if you want this to happen regularly.”

He did. “Yeah. Sure,” he said when he was hovering over her again, the muscles in his arms flexed on either side of her body as he balanced.

“Damn, you’re really sexy, Wes.” She held his tattooed arm tighter than the other, tracing the outline of one of the designs with her fingernail.

He smirked. “I know.”

Lana touched his lips, and he parted them, allowing one of her fingers to slip in. She giggled when Wes bit down softly on her nail and sucked on the tip as she slid it back out of his mouth. Her palm coasted down his gym-molded torso taut with defined ridges of muscle, and when she reached his pelvis, she grabbed hold of his dick. Dizzying frisson slashed through him, shoulder to hip, from the contact.

“Cocky much?”

“
Cock…y
is going to make you rip that headboard out of place.” He wanted to be inside her now, and he was fighting his patience, but he was craving the feeling of her on his tongue more.

“So much talking…not enough
not talking
,” she said with a smirk. He plopped a lingering kiss in the middle of her stomach before he yanked her spread thighs toward him. He hugged his arms around either side of her hip flexors and opened her up more. With excitement thick in her eyes, she was breathing so hard her stomach was visibly contracting. “Well,
it’s
not going to tell you how to do it, Wes,” Lana said in a sultry whisper.

Wes stayed silent, smirking like he always did—knowing he would make her call to God in the most ungodly of ways. Her face was locked in confusion when he scooted up, cradled her shoulders, and kissed her. She gasped, like she might protest, but her fingers were soon clutching the back of his head and mashing his lips harder against hers. When one of her knees collapsed against his thigh, Wes pushed it out again, pulled his palm down her stomach, and edged his finger into her.

He strung his tongue down her chest, right over her nipples, and she arched against his mouth when he reached her midsection. His movements slowed as he kissed near her navel then around it; they were calculated to push her to the extremes of her patience. He’d never make a woman beg but Lana deserved the wait as payback for her sarcasm. She dropped a hard pat to the top of his head, urging him lower. It was a shove next, and he
finally
obliged, reveling in her tremors from the first few whips of his tongue.

Her thighs clasped the sides of his head when he pressed another finger into her opening. One of her legs eased down onto his shoulder, and it quivered against his ear as his tongue skated beneath her folds in a rhythm; the foot of her other leg wriggled into his side. Lana grasped a fistful of his hair, and she moaned in sweet misery, rocking the bed with her hips. “Oh God…”
There it is.
She pushed herself into his face, and his dick throbbed so much he ground his pelvis into the bed to make it stop.

Wes glanced up at her naked frame and reached for her breast, thumbing her erect nipple. Lana’s hands were wrapped around the railings of the headboard, clutching them like she was in danger of floating away. But he wanted her to get lost in wherever she was drifting off into. His desire mounted as she reacted to the touch of his fingers; turning her on was turning him on. Badly. Intensely. Awakening gluttonous need. Gripping her more firmly, he slid his tongue into her body.

“Shit…OH GOD.”

His mouth moved fast and slow, his tongue probed deep and shallow, kissing, licking and tasting everything he could, until she was completely incomprehensible. Lana moaned and squirmed as she scooted toward the headboard. When Wes pulled his mouth away, she looked up, breathless for the moment, before she grabbed his hair roughly at the crown, and a pleased smile stretched her lips when Wes brushed his palm over his mouth.

“How about you just let me give you what you wanted so badly?” He tightened his hold on her hips, preventing her from going anywhere when his tongue went back to work, and she yielded. Completely unraveled, completely pulled free from reality. She bucked, her back arching off the bed, before she collapsed, whimpering, shaking, head thrown back. The next time she rose, she pressed his face harder against her body, thighs squeezing his ears until they hurt.

A good hurt.

She writhed on his lips, body tensing as she released successive loud moans. Lana lifted her hips higher with hitching breaths and fluttering eyelids. Her core tightened beneath his hands as shivers rippled over her abdomen, and the sheets went taut from her yanking. Wes slowed the motion of his mouth when she was just on the brink of her next orgasm, then held her raised hips in place, licking at a little faster pace. Lana was shaking, and so deep in her release, her voice went from screams of pleasure to open-mouthed silence. He paused only so she could suck in air, but Lana palmed his forehead when he swiped his tongue slowly over the sensitive spot again, and she shook her head, looking timid and apprehensive.

“I can’t feel my legs…” She blew out a huge breath.

Wes lowered her to the mattress, crawled up her body, and shot a half-smile down. “You sure you’re done? Because I can—”

“Done. For a lifetime, Wes.” She flashed a lazy smile at him. “Done.”

“Quitter…”

“No, just a selfless act. My deep concern for your jaw muscles.”

Wes shook his head. “Don’t worry about me, Lan. I like eating pussy too much to ever get tired. And I gotta say, I’m sure Mooreland Ratford is a great place but…” He touched her tattoo. “…I
love
the new home of the Wolverines.”

Laughing, she reached into her bedside drawer for a condom then handed it to him. “I just let you put your mouth there, I know. It’s a quirk.” He rolled it on and heard the rub of her palms against the headboard railings when he gripped her ankle and raised her leg.

He smirked. “Will you need a pillow?”

“For what?”

Wes laughed. “To bite.” Then he rocked into her a little more than midway before bracing his arms on the bed on either side of her. The feel of her around him dissolved anything beyond the room, beyond her body. Lana shifted, spreading her thighs wider for him and elevating both her legs, as he dropped his forehead close to hers.

“Oh, don’t be a tease, Wesley…I can take it,” Lana lilted as she grabbed his butt, and he obeyed, letting every inch go in with his thrusts. That primal look of hers returned, brown eyes wide and nailed to his, pelvis flexing up in a rhythm to meet his hips. A wash of warmth and tingles of pleasure shredded his frame as she exhaled raspy breaths in time with his pumps, and her fingers raked all through his hair. She was so slick, so wet, and it drove him crazy. All of it made him insatiable for her, voracious for her. The internal reminder to slow down was fraying. And the scorch of his building orgasm set his legs on fire.

“Come here,” Wes said as he pulled out, summoning her off the bed and to the other side of the room. “Put your hands on the wall. Bend. Lower.
Lower…
” And she obliged, leaning forward at a nearly ninety-degree angle as she separated her legs.

“Can you take this?” he said, laughing a little. Wes got down between her legs, gripped the back of her knees and snaked his tongue deep into the apex of her thighs.

“Wes…oh fuck,” she called out, knees buckling and feet shifting to her tiptoes. Suddenly, she took a fist of his hair roughly.

“Hands on the wall, Lana,” he said between flicks of his tongue.

“Wes!” she responded, with laughter filling her voice.

“
Hands. Wall
,” he said in a playfully high-pitched tone. Her thighs were trembling, but he felt the halting release of his strands. With his tongue back between her legs, she was stuck whimpering, her knees constantly threatening to give out. He
really
did love it when they forgot to stand up.

Standing, he traced the curves of her body with the tips of his fingers from her shoulder to the bend in her spine to the rise of her butt. She moaned softly when his tongue sailed up the incline of her back, before he pressed into her again, squeezing the flesh of her butt and groping her breast. Wes pushed his palm into her lower back and clutched her shoulder as he circled his pelvis against her.

“Hard…I like it hard…” she said with a deep breath. He couldn’t agree more. Then gripping her waist, he got more energetic, more powerful with his deep thrusts, and she arched, slamming her butt against him. He lowered his lips to graze from her shoulder blades to the nape of her neck. The smell of her hair was intoxicating, the rhythm of her gasps encouraging him to keep going. He stuck his hand down the front of her body. As he rubbed her clit, Lana’s back rounded and her arms stiffened, and she soon expelled a scream so sharp he was sure her neighbors probably heard. He’d
felt
it, the clenching, the squeezing, the vibration rolling from her body to his. She angled her head, looked back at him and smiled after she caught her breath. With their eyes remaining locked, he had to concentrate to slow the swell of his climax as it coiled through his stomach.

She pulled him down to the carpet with her on her back. Wes got on his haunches and pushed her knees outward until they were on the outsides of his, as he drove deep into her by gripping her hips. The position exposed the connection of their bodies; he could see himself moving in and out of her, and the vantage point gave him a moment to admire the beauty of her form: the curve of her breasts, the shape of the muscles extending down her torso, and the look on her face. He wanted to know every inch of her body, every angle she could bend, and every place he could kiss and grab to make her beg him not to stop.

Wes brought her heels to his shoulders before his eyes volleyed up to her expression, and it was as urgent as his. His sweat dripped all over her torso, mixing with the glisten from her own. Her fingers curled into his skin; her legs enclosed his waist with an insistent pull toward her body, and Wes submitted.

Chest on hers, he reached beneath her and clenched one side of her butt in his hand. Wes’ stomach pulsed, and heat raced across the span of his loins. His body rushed toward the pull of a powerful convulsion. Lana’s teeth sank into his shoulder as she dragged her nails down his back roughly. Pleasure. Pain. But
fucking
pleasure. Fracturing, breaking, shattering in his core.

And then she was saying his name, hoarse and raspy against his ear with her legs wound all tight around his body. His orgasm seized him in its spell, jerking and wracking him as he finished with several hard thrusts. He expelled such force with his grunts that Lana’s palm went to his mouth, trapping the rest of the noises in his throat.

Wes collapsed the rest of the way on top of her, and suddenly, there were male voices just beyond her bedroom; her roommates were back.
Shit. How long had they been out there?
he wondered, chuckling. “Do I have to sneak out your window now?” he teased as he carefully pulled back and went to toss the condom in her private bathroom.

“You won’t be here long enough to have to worry about getting caught…” she teased back as she moved to the bed. He stopped to stare at a painting of a girl dancing in the middle of a parade, arms lifted, skirt twirling around her. She was in color but the background was black and white. Her facial features were blurry, but with the dark hair and long legs, he knew it was Lana. His gaze roamed the other walls, and there were three more just like it in style, but one was of the view of a hot air balloon from the ground and another of small children chasing each other on the playground.

“Ha! Hey, did you paint these?”

Lana nodded. “Yup. That one of me is from a photograph someone took and then the other two are based on photos I took. Total artsy type,” she said, giggling.