9. Weston

The last six weeks on campus fly by with Whitney blossoming into the beautiful woman I held her back from becoming. The video recording of her confession is long gone, but she remains by my side as my girlfriend. It takes some students time to get used to us together, but there”s nothing that can make me go back to the way things were.

People are careful with their words around us. I enforce every notion that I”m crazy about her. No one wants to end up like Quinn or Dicky Balls. Hatred to happiness is a funny thing. A roller coaster of emotions that make me realize the things I wanted aren”t necessary for my future.

The same way Whitney keeps her father a secret from the students is the same reason I don”t take a job with my mother”s company. I want to make my own way.

”Weston, are you listening to me?” Whitney”s voice cuts into my thoughts.

”Sorry, what were you saying?” I ask her.

”We have to pick up our cap and gown from the cleaners today. We”re also having dinner with Harland.”

I smile. ”You know you can call him Dad around me.”

Whitney looks around my empty apartment as if someone”s going to pop out and expose her secret. ”Le Bistro Romana and we”re not doing a repeat of the last time.”

”The last time was your fault. I told you not to go out with Dick.”

She chuckles and walks over to me. I”m sitting in the only chair left in the kitchen. Most of my stuff is in boxes on a truck heading back to my parents” house. The good news is a lot of Whitney”s stuff is coming with me.

When she tosses a leg over my lap, I can”t stop the erection. Whitney has a power over me that makes me cave to her touch. But, we still have a ton of things to do before our graduation ceremony tomorrow.

”We can”t do this right now, babe,” I tell her.

Whitney slides her shirt off, and then her bra. As she leans forward, her nipples in a direct line with my mouth, I sample them. Licking around and sucking one titty and then the other. I can feel her doing things, and it”s not until she leans away with a smile that I see what she”s done.

”Untie me, Whit,” I warn her with half a grin.

”No. I want you in my mouth right now.” The wickedly seductive gaze in her eyes pierces through my apprehension. She lets her eyes travel down to my cock, begging to be set free. ”This guy says you want the same thing. Tell me you don”t want me to inhale every inch of you and I”ll untie you right now.”

I tip my head back and close my eyes, but keep my mouth shut. My silence moves her over my crotch, unzipping and freeing my cock for her to wrap her warm mouth around the tip. A shudder pushes stuttering breaths out of me as she inhales me down to the base.

”Fuck,” I mumble through clenching teeth. ”You feel so good. Untie me. Let me help you.”

”I said, no, Weston,” she says with a smile. ”No means no.”

Without my hands, I”m at her mercy. Whitney slides her mouth up and down my shaft, threatening to make me come down her throat. She doesn”t spend that much time with her mouth as she slips out of her shorts and straddles me.

Whitney positions me at her entrance. I”m ready to come right now, but she reaches between us. I hadn”t seen her take the tie out of her hair, but she did and now it”s secure around the base of my cock.

It”s blocking my release. Every nerve ending fires sensations to every part of my body. Whitney begins to move, slowly at first to find her rhythm. A few pumps in a slow rocking motion make my eyes twitch from the intense pleasure. She switches to a bouncing motion, up and down on my cock as it fills with my lust. My erection will go on forever like this.

She rides me, face to face at first, smothering my face in her tits.

”Fuck, you”re just going to use me up, huh?” I pant when she finally gives me room to breathe.

”You”d do the same.” She continues to ride me. It”s when she gets off to turn around that she removes the hair tie. The minute she slides me back into her sweet cunt, I thrust my hips off the chair.

The sounds of our skin slapping against one another echo around the room. This is what she loves—dominating and taking control but only until I get the upper hand. Every thrust loosens the shirt and bra securing my arms to the chair. As soon as one is free, I release the other and grip Whitney by the arm, pinning hers behind her back.

We fall forward, onto the ground with me behind her on my knees. I grip her perfect little ass, slamming my dick in and out of her before I go to that spot she secretly loves. Her second entrance puckers when I spit on it, rubbing it with my thumb before taking my cock out of her pussy to nudge into that smaller hole.

Whitney immediately arches her back, pulling herself straight up, but I guide her back onto her hands and knees. ”Breathe, baby. Take this cock.”

She inhales as I push in. Smooth and slow at first until she”s wet for me. It only takes a few seconds to get enough moisture between us to speed up. Whitney whimpers as I punish her for taking what I told her not to. But who am I kidding?

This isn”t punishment. This is bliss. Pure, erotic, orgasmic bliss that we”ve found joy in doing together. Our past, our history, the hatred, the revenge, the blackmail, the assaults, none of it matters anymore. We”ve found a space in life and time that works for us. We don”t care about the glares or whispers.

My cock continues to slide in and out of her tight ass until we both reach the peak. With her whole body trembling from sheer pleasure, I release my orgasm deep inside of her. When I pull out, I roll over onto the floor with my arms stretching out beside me.

”Whitney, you gotta learn to take my no as an answer,” I tell her with a chuckle.

”I was right.”

”About what?”

She”s already up and gathering her clothes, walking toward the bathroom to clean herself up.

”You said no, but your cock said yes,” she calls from the bathroom.

”Don”t let anyone else hear you say that shit.”

We take the rest of the afternoon to run our errands after fucking in my shower one last time. The empty apartment is a stark visual that this era of my life is ending. I”m heading into the real world, as the adults say.

The bridge that”s going to help me take that step into reality is sitting at a table in the back of a little Italian restaurant not too far from campus, where I fucked the shit out of his daughter in the bathroom. The hostess shows us to Harland”s table, where he stands to greet us.

I shake his hand and pull out the chair for Whitney to sit down. ”Good evening, sir.”

He nods with his firm grip. ”Evening, Whitlock. Whitney.”

It doesn”t take long to place our order, and I jump right into what I want to say to the man. ”First off, sir, I want to apologize for the misunderstanding regarding my use of your work.”

He holds his hands up. ”It”s okay. I know how to hold a grudge too well. Whitney explained things and the professor actually showed me the report. I see a lot of conclusions were jumped to, and you have my apologies for not giving you the room to speak to me, man to man.”

”Thank you for that,” I tell him.

Whitney”s smile as she rubs his hand and laces her fingers through mine prompts me to the next topic.

”Now, this may sound sudden, but I like to think of myself as a man who goes after what he wants,” I begin. I can feel the ring box digging against my thigh in my pocket. I”m waiting for the right moment and now feels like the perfect time.

Harland nods. ”Yes, and you”re a man of outstanding caliber and integrity from what I hear. You”ve come to Whitney”s defense several times when it wasn”t necessary, and you did it without betraying her personal relationship with me. You both also have my apology for the Richard Ballinger incident. His behavior was unexpected and not the most respectful.”

”He ditched me in this restaurant to cover the entire bill. His steak and everything,” Whitney mumbles.

I rub her hand with my thumb. ”I took care of that, sir.”

”I know you did,” Harland smiles. ”And as a thank you for that, I took care of the security footage from that back hallway leading to the restrooms.”

His eyes move from Whitney to me. The crimson coating her cheeks spills her shyness, but I don”t care who knows about us. We”re adults.

”You have my word to be more discreet and thorough in our escapades.”

”Good,” Harland says as the food arrives. ”Now, we can discuss your plans for after graduation. You”ve been hounding me for an interview and haven”t stopped by my office or anything, Whitlock. What”s going on?”

I let Whitney”s hand go for this because I have to be honest. ”Sir, for a long time, I thought that Redline International was the company I wanted to work with because it aligns with the kind of work and prestige my parents expect of me. However, the interview? I put Whitney in an impossible position to get it and that”s not right. I”m sorry, Whitney, and I”m sorry to you as well, Mr. Adams.”

”Call me, Harland, son.” His eyes light up when he sees I”m upholding his new impression of me.

”Speaking of son, I”d like you to know how much I love and care about your daughter.”

”Weston, what are you doing?” she whispers and grabs my hand, trying to stop whatever I”m about to say next.

Harland grins and leans back in his chair. ”Whitney, darling, I believe this young man is about to ask for my blessing to marry you.”

”I am, sir. It”s clear that Whitney values your opinion, and as her father, it”s only right that I assure you my plans are to work for a small law practice while I pursue my law degree.”

”Oh yeah? What are you looking to practice?” he asks.

”Corporate ethics,” I say, which gets a small choking laugh from Whitney. I have to nudge her under the table. ”I”d love nothing more than to have your daughter by my side as my wife, my partner, my best friend, my everything.”

”You both have my blessing, but the answer to that question is up to Whitney,” Harland says and slides back to give me room.

I move out of my chair, fish the ring out of my pocket, and open the velvet box. For the first time in weeks, people looking at us aren”t whispering about gossip. They”re whispering happiness and congratulations as they watch a young man propose to the love of his life.

”I love you, Whitney Downing. I”ll move heavens and earth to be with you. I want to spend the rest of our lives earning your forgiveness for how things started between us. I want to spend eternity growing into the man I want to be and the man you”re loving shapes me into. Tomorrow, we graduate and leave this experience behind us as a memory. But the only memories I”m interested in are the ones we make together as husband and wife. Whitney Downing—Adams—will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Whitney”s tears fall, and she nods. ”I love you so much, Weston. Of course, I”ll marry you.”

Harland claps with a loud boisterous voice making an announcement. ”Now, that”s how you ask someone to marry you. Drinks all around! Everyone”s dinner is on me, father of the soon-to-be-bride.”

The restaurant erupts into cheers as I slip the ring onto Whitney”s finger. She pulls me by my face to crush her mouth against mine. I”d like to think some of the applause is for our love, but I”m certain it”s for the free meal.

I can”t imagine getting to this point from where we started, but I”m so happy I hated her enough to kick off this madness. Who would have thought my forever would come at the hands of a woman who didn”t take no for an answer?