Page 70 of Salvation (Clover-Hills #1)
Blake
I flip the page of my book, face burning as I read a rather steamy scene. The enemies just turned lovers, and I’m practically foaming at the mouth for the long-awaited end to this slow burn. Wesley and I have plans after he closes the bar. Currently, it’s just the two of us.
“What are you reading?”
My eyes shoot to his, but I slam the book shut and tuck it into my chest. “Nothing!”
He raises a brow, chucking the rag he’d been using to wipe the counters to the side and placing a hand on either side of me. Leaning in so close that his nose brushes against mine.“I think it’s adorable how flustered you are over a book.”
His small distraction has me loosening my grip on my book and leaning forward in my chair.
He uses this as a chance to sweep the book from my hands, giving me a peck on the cheek as my protests ring out.
It takes him all but a second to flip open to where I’ve placed my bookmark.
I bury my face in my hands as he reads the text, getting cockier and cockier as his eyes skim each line.
“This sounds fun.” He smirked, eyes looking me up and down before turning back to the page.
“As if you could get me off that many times.”
His eyes spark with a challenge as he leans back in. “You baiting me, sweetheart?”
“I think you’re giving yourself too much credit.
” I tilt my head, making a show of fluttering my eyes and pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
His hand shoots between us, wrapping his hands around the bottom of my chin, letting his fingers dig into my throat.
It’s gentle but rough and full of enough promises to shoot a pool of warmth between my legs.
“You weren’t saying that the last time I had you begging for me to stop.”
Just then, the sound of the bar doors swings open, but Wesley doesn’t let me go. Doesn’t break our staring contest to even throw the newcomer a look.“We’re closed.”
“But-"
I swear I hear Haden’s voice cut through our little game, but I don’t care.
Wesley holds eye contact with me and tightens his grip just a fraction to ensure I don’t move.
He grits a “Get. Out.” at Haden, and my core feels like molten lava beneath his heated stare.
I instantly rub my thighs together and whimper.
Haden doesn’t question it any further, only turns right back around and closes the door.
Smart man.
He lets go so that he can point at the pool table towards the end of the bar. “Take everything off and get on all fours.”
I don’t protest, only push from my stool and stand on shaky legs, but he tuts when I move away. “You’re forgetting something.” I turn to find him holding my book. The very book that started this to begin with.
I flush, taking it gingerly from his hands and treading to the pool table.
While I undress, he locks the door. And by the time I’m where he wanted me, he’s whistling at the sight of me laid bare.
“Fuck.” He mutters as he comes up behind me, spreading my thighs farther apart.
“I bet you like this, don’t you? Sprawled out on all fours, begging, and waiting for me to use you like a little whore.
Right where anyone could walk by and see you. ”
He’s right. They’d have to cup their hands and press their faces against the glass to see, but if someone truly wanted to, they could see everything.
The idea only makes me hotter, and I’m practically panting by the time Wesley finally touches me.
I look over my shoulder at the same time a line of spit drips from his mouth and lands on my skin.
We both watch as it slides down from my ass to my entrance.
Wesley wastes no time in spreading the wet, hot substance before plunging his fingers into me.
I moan at the contact, instinctively pushing back into his touch. God, whatever he’s doing with his fingers… I don’t want it to stop.
“Should I make you read me that little scene from your book?”
I nod, opening my mouth, but words fail me as his fingers curl and hit just the right spot.
I reach forward and palm the book, open the pages to where I left off.
Trying and nearly failing to focus on the words while Wesley’s hands roam over my ass.
“H-he leans forward, taking her wet, heat into his mouth. Sucking and licking until she’s a moaning, withering mess beneath him. His cock is in his hands as-"
I gasp as Wesley does just that. His mouth is on me in an instant, and the sound of a buckle coming undone lets me know he plans on acting this out word for word . A sharp smack lands on my ass when my words falter, and I jolt from the sting. “Did I tell you to stop?”
“N-no.”
I read on, earning more smacks anytime I stutter or stop. Orgasm after orgasm racks my body as his mouth, fingers, and cock take turns worshipping me. He spends the rest of the night proving me very, very wrong.