Page 59 of Salvation (Clover-Hills #1)
Blake
I hum along to the music blasting through my headphones as I finish wrapping up the last of the cookies.
Whitney hasn’t been feeling her best now that the pregnancy is getting farther along, so I offered to help with some of the prep for the festival, hoping to take some weight off her shoulders.
It’s one of her family recipes. A cornbread cookie drizzled with honey and a delicious frosting.
Something I’ve never had before but is now easily a favorite.
Just as I tie the last orange bow around the plastic bag, a hand sneaks around my waist and hauls me from the ground.
A shriek leaves my lips, first from fear and then excitement when I recognize the smell and warm hands.
I turn around and slap Wesley’s chest playfully as I pull an earbud out. “You scared me!”
“That was the point.” He quirks a brow and then plants a quick kiss on my cheek. It causes the butterflies in my stomach to go haywire. He glances around the kitchen, a mess from all the baking I’ve been doing today. “Smells good.”
I turn around, his arm still wrapped around my middle, and break off a piece from some of the extra cookies I made to keep. I pop it into his mouth, and he nods his head, moaning dramatically. “Yup. That’s good.”
"But I think I want something a little bit sweeter.” He says on a breath, gaze slowly and deliberately dropping to my lips.
Now I’m the one moaning ashis fingers tangle in my hair, and he picks me up, placing me on the counter.
His lips never leave mine. My mouth parts as his tongue darts out, both of us battling for dominance.
He begins trailing one of his rough hands up my thigh until my skirt is bunched messily at my waist. And then he’s yanking my head back and gripping the middle of my tank, pulling it down roughly until my breasts are pouring out over the fabric.
I gasp at the sudden movement, and my palms land on the counter behind me to steady myself.
His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me sprawled on the counter, legs spread and chest on full display.
My pussy aches with need as I watch him look at me.
Look at me like he hasn't eaten in days, and I'm the only thing on the menu.
"No panties?” He murmurs, voice rough.
Those blue eyes are glazed over with pure lust, and I squirm beneath the heat of his stare. I shake my head, unable to give him a verbal answer. His grip tightens on my hair, eliciting a sharp moan from my lips. “I asked you a question, Blake.”
“N-No.”
He hums in approval. “You’re dripping all over the counter, sweetheart. I haven’t even touched you yet.” His head cocks as his eyes roam over my wet heat. He brushes the pad of his thumb over my sensitive clit, teasing me with slow, lazy swirls. “You want me to play with this sweet cunt?”
“Yes.”
“Say please, then.”
He wants me to beg.
“ Please , Wesley.” I cry and buck my hips forward, desperate for even the slightest friction. “Touch me.”
“That’s a good girl.” He takes the honey dipper from where it’s discarded on the counter, rolling it around in the pot full of dense, dark syrup. Once he’s satisfied with the amount he’s collected, he pulls it up, the texture viscous and slowly dripping back into the pot.
“W-what are you doing?" I moan, tipping my head back. He doesn’t give me a response, just brings it up to swirl it around my nipples until they’re hardening painfully and I’m a panting mess, begging for more.
He trails it down my stomach, honey sticking to my skin, until he’s circling my clit with it.
I gasp at the odd sensation, and he uses my surprise as an opportunity to plunge it in.
Not deep, but just enough to coax a moan from me.
The ridges of the stick and the thickness of the honey are unlike anything I’ve felt before, and I’m crying out his name in pure bliss.
It’s erotic. So wrong. Something you’d probably only read about in a dirty book or see on a porn site. But it’s also so fucking intoxicating that I never want it to end. He drops to his knees, still moving the honey stick in and out at a tantalizingly slow pace.
“Spread your legs, baby, that’s it… wider.
" A growl breaks from his throat as I comply, and then he’s quickly pulling the stick away before replacing it with his tongue in one swift motion.
But he’s not done with it just yet. He brings it up, looking at me from beneath thick lashes.
The honey coating it almost completely gone, and he presses it against my parted lips before sliding it against my tongue. “Clean up your mess, Blake.”
A whimper escapes my mouth as I grind back against his face and lick the stick clean.
The familiar tang of honey mixed with my own arousal floods my taste buds.
His head dips back, and he moans. “So fucking sweet.” He murmurs against my mound, sending shivers down my spine.
And then he’s licking and sucking, nipping and biting, and it doesn’t take long before him and his filthy words to cause an orgasm to crash into me in waves, making me dizzy and breathless.
He pulls away, his lips glistening, mixed with my juices and the honey.
The sight is likely to be forever engraved in my mind.
I’m still coming down from my high, not even realizing he moved until he returns with a warm, wet washcloth.
He drops a kiss to my inner thigh after wiping me off and helps fix my clothing before taking my hand and helping me down from the counter.
The sweet gestures make my face heat for an entirely different reason this time.
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I glance down at his jeans. The painfully large indent in the fabric tells me all that I need to know. But he sees the intent in my eyes before I can even reach for his belt. He shakes his head. “Why not?” I give him a pout. “I want to return the favor.”
He only smirks and dips his head, breath fanning over my face. “It wasn’t a favor, Blake. It wasn’t even for you. That one was for me.”
I narrow my eyes at him and pull away before I ask him to fuck me on the counter next. “Fine,” I grumble. “I need to get dressed for the festival, anyways.”
I turn to go towards my bedroom but hear a shuffle behind me. I whip around and see Wesley with his hands stuffed in his pockets and an oddly innocent-looking expression on his face. “Did you just stuff another one of those in your mouth?”
He shakes his head, then puffs his cheeks out. He mutters a muffled “No.”
I roll my eyes, turning back in my original direction. “You’re such a boy sometimes.”