26. Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Wes

Any rational thought leaves my brain as I process the words leaving Trip’s luscious lips.

Remember who said the famous line, consent is sexy? That’s right, this guy. My motto is looking pretty damn good to all you lonely fellas out there, isn’t it.

Snapping back to the situation at hand, I can’t help the uncomfortable clench forming in the base of my stomach. And no, it has nothing to do with the fact Trip’s golden-brown waves are close enough to touch. Well, not completely.

Although Trip’s question implies that she is on board with the whole getting-it-on-tonight, I’m pretty sure she’s still a virgin. Don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t bother me in the slightest, but it might change things for her.

Some girls want their first time to be special. Hell, I want Trip’s first time to be special, but most of all, I don’t want her to feel pressured. I don’t want her to wake up in the morning with regrets, and I especially don’t want her to get scarred halfway through and feel like she can’t say something. That was one of the pieces that broke Lace and I’ll be damned if it happens to Trip as well.

I take a deep breath and look at the gorgeous girl perched on my lap. “That depends,” my eyes flick from one grey iris to the other; noting every micro expression that passes through. “Do you trust me?”

Surprise flickers across Trip’s features, her head tilting the slightest bit in response. “Of course, I do.”

The certainty in her tone causes my chest to loosen by the smallest degree.

“Okay, then I need you to promise me something.” Dark memories tug at my conscious, images of Lacey curled up on the kitchen floor flashing through my head.

“If at any point you want to stop or feel uncomfortable, you have to promise me you’ll say it. No matter how awkward or embarrassing it might feel, promise me you’ll say something.”

Trip blinks in surprise, taking a second to let my words sink in.

Finally, she nods. “I promise.”

Giving her a beaming smile, I exhale the weight of the past off my shoulders. “In that case, I would love to have sex with you tonight.” She laughs as two spots of pink stain her cheeks.

“Is there anything I can do to make tonight special?” Pulling her close, I murmur the question against her neck, using my teeth to nip the sensitive skin below her ear. She shudders in response.

“You’ve already made it special.”

Grinning like a fool, I swoop her up in my arms and carry her like a newlywed to my room. I kick the door shut behind us and place her carefully on the bed, sitting back on my heels to wait for her permission to continue.

Hey, I wasn’t messing around; the ball is in Trip’s court tonight.

Smiling coyly, Trip runs her fingers down to the edge of her dress and pulls it off with one tug, leaving her wearing a non-existent pair of lacy underwear. My mouth goes dry as I take in the view, round breasts and slim waist begging to be touched. Still, I wait, letting my eyes feast on the delicate skin as Trip settles herself down on my blue comforter.

Only once she beckons me closer, do I move from my position, letting my body stretch along the length of hers, soft skin pressing against my clothed frame.

Small hands tug impatiently at my shirt, and with a grin, I pull it over my head and drop it to the floor. The sight of my bare chest has Trip gasping with delight.

“So many bumps!” I chuckle, pressing a soft kiss against her collarbone.

“Most people call those muscles, but bumps work too.” My voice goes hoarse as Trip’s hands tease their way up my torso, virgin hands exploring undiscovered territory.

She winds her hands through my hair and tugs me down for a kiss. I oblige, letting Trip set the pace. I am a gentleman, after all.

Her nails run down my back, the sting making my hips thrust involuntarily. She moans at the friction of my jeans, and I take the cue to head south. Running my tongue down her neck to her collarbone, her arched back is all the encouragement I need to keep going until I hit pert nipples.

Checkmate.

Teasing the left bud with my lips, I glance up to make sure my girl is still on board. Amused eyes look back at me.

“If I want to stop, I’ll say something. I promised.”

Her words snap the last of my restraint and I turn my attention back to the mission at hand: seeing her misty grey eyes roll back with pleasure.

Sucking her nipple into my mouth, Trip gasps and arches against me, giving me better access to slide my hand down between her legs. Keeping my mouth fused on her breast, I gently stroke the thin material, making Trip squirm beneath me. Switching to her other side to keep things equal, I resume stroking until I can feel Trip’s wetness soak through the lace.

“WES!” Trip’s shout pulls my mouth off her nipple with a pop and I snatch my hand away from her centre.

“What? What’s wrong?” I shift so my weight isn’t on top of her, and Trip slaps me upside the head.

“I didn’t tell you to stop! Get back down there and finish what you started.” Relief collapses onto me, and the furious expression on her face has me laughing out loud.

“I meant no disrespect, madame. I was just making sure you were okay. You’re new to this… aren’t you?” Trip rolls her eyes and the familiar reaction has me smiling from ear-to-ear.

“Yes, I’m a virgin, but quit worrying about me. I’m not going to break, okay?” Her words hit a nerve and suddenly there’s a lump in my throat that wasn’t there before.

Jesus, you would think this is my first time.

Coughing to get rid of the emotion clogging my airway, I ask her one last time, “So, just to be clear… you want me to continue?” The scowl Trip sends my way sums up our relationship perfectly.

Holy shit, I’m in a relationship.

“I don’t know why you are still talking when you have other business to attend to.” She huffs and crosses her arms, snapping my attention back to the body that is mine for the taking. A smirk creeps its way across my face, and I do the only thing I can do.

Head down to finish the business I started.

And in case you were wondering, pun intended.

Lou

Holy mother of…

I cry out as an orgasm hits me, Wes’ face buried deep between my legs. Limbs trembling from the climax, I watch as Wes resurfaces from the edge of the bed and crawls his way back up towards me.

The sight of his glistening lips sends a flush of heat to my face, a forbidden awareness of what he just did sending pleasure rushing through my body.

Planting his lips back on mine, Wes settles himself between my legs, and I moan at the bulge pressing against my bare core. Somewhere in the time of me losing my panties and Wes doing dirty things with his mouth, the situation in his jeans seems to have gotten bigger. A lot bigger.

I wiggle my hips against the ridge, causing Wes to tense on top of me. His eyes scan my face, silently asking the question that’s been bothering him all evening.

Do I trust him? Ever since the first week at Taber, there hasn’t been anyone I have trusted more. Whenever I needed an escape, whenever I needed a hug, it’s always been Wes who was there.

My heart expands knowing even now, when Wes has bigger issues to think about, he still puts me first. My comfort is his number one priority, even when his own desires have the potential to be front and centre.

“I think it’s time you took those off.” I whisper the words, giving the permission he’s been hunting for this entire night. Stripping off his jeans with lightning speed, I giggle as his boxers go flying across the room.

Rejoining me on the bed in all his naked glory, my breathing turns shallow as his hard shaft presses into me. Unsure of what to do, I freeze in panic, my body stiffening on the bed. Immediately noticing my discomfort, Wes takes my palm and gently guides my hand down, letting me explore his length at my own leisure.

Wrapping my hand around the smooth skin, I experiment this way and that, watching his reaction range from groans to miniature thrusts against my hand. My initial discomfort wears off as Wes continues to give me free reign, his own fingers tracing random patterns up and down my body.

Finally, after what seems like forever, Wes reaches over to grab a condom from the rickety nightstand. Shifting so he can crawl between my legs, I watch him roll the rubber on and carefully place himself at my entrance.

“This might hurt.” His words serves as a warning but all I see is the tender emotion shining in his eyes. Gripping his shoulders with my hands, I give him a terse nod.

“Ready.” Trailing his hands down to lift my legs higher on his waist, Wes starts to sink into me. The sensation is foreign, the pressure almost overbearing as Wes inches his way inside. It doesn’t hurt per se, but my grip on his shoulders doesn’t ease until he stops moving.

“Okay?” Wes’ voice comes out gruffer then usual, the control he’s struggling to hold on to visibly straining through the tendons on his neck. Unclasping my hands from his shoulders, I give him two thumbs up.

With a laugh, Wes starts to move and my hands fly to the firm cords of muscle running down his back. Given the chance, Wes’ body would make a great climbing wall.

My legs grip his hips tightly as his movements become faster, the earlier pressure transforming from uncomfortable to pleasurable. The friction between us grows and soon I find myself on the verge of yet another climax. Digging my nails into Wes’ back, I hold on as he takes us on a ride, climbing higher and higher until finally his fingers find their way back to my centre and pushes me right over the edge.

Body exploding for the second time this evening, I feel my eyes roll back in my head as pleasure overwhelms my senses. Finishing with a few jerky movements, Wes flops down beside me, the sound of our heavy breathing echoing off the stained walls of his dorm room.

“That was fun.” I roll to my side, giving the man beside me a little nudge. “Any chance we could do that again?”

Chuckling with his eyes closed, Wes reaches over and pulls me close. “We can do that all night, every night if you want.”

“Really?” Excitement weaves its way into my voice as I wiggle closer, reaching up to brush the damp strands of hair from his forehead.

“Really.” Feeling sedated and content, I place my palm over his chest and watch it rise and fall to the rhythm of his breathing.

“Who broke you?” The question blurts out of my mouth before I can think about shoving it back in. Nothing like ruining a nice moment with curiosity.

“Hm?” One green eye blinks at me, sleep and confusion mingling together.

“Who made you so paranoid about virgins?” I’ve already asked the question, so I may as well see it through.

Wes sighs and rolls onto his back, keeping one arm wrapped around me.

“Remember when you asked why my sister was my prom date?” I nod, eyes flicking to the grainy photo taped above his desk.

“She had been dumped by her first serious boyfriend about a month prior. We found out after they broke up that the punk not only spent months verbally abusing her but he gave her an ultimatum the night they broke up: have sex with him or they were done.” I fall silent, hearing the pain seep into Wes’ voice.

“She gave him her virginity, but it still wasn’t enough. He ended things that same night, and I found Lacey bawling her eyes out on the kitchen floor. Five days later she tried to take her own life.” I gasp quietly, looking at the picture of the playful girl executing a curtesy.

So full of life, yet so much sorrow hidden just below the surface.

My mind flashes to my roommate, and the scars lining her torso. It’s easy to forget the marks on the outside are nothing compared to the ones on the inside.

“I’m sorry.” I wrap my arms around the rookie to make up for everything my words fail to do. Wes leans into the embrace, as if the past is a burden he doesn’t want to carry any longer.

“The worst part? No one saw it coming. I didn’t see it coming.” An angry glint shines in his eyes, and I wish I had the power to make it go away.

“It wasn’t your fault, Wes. I’m sure you did everything in your power to support Lacey in the aftermath, but you couldn’t force Lacey to leave a toxic relationship. Even if you did know what was going on, chances are you wouldn’t have been able to convince her to leave, especially if she’s any bit as stubborn as you.” A rueful smile plays on Wes’ mouth, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head.

“You know, this guy once told me that here at Taber you can be anybody you want to be. Maybe it’s time to try the version of yourself that forgives the past.” I fall silent, hoping my words didn’t overstep.

“You’re right.” Wes shifts so we’re lying facing each other, nose-to-nose, on the bed. “I need to let go of the past. Nico’s been saying the same thing for a while.”

He exhales heavily, dark lashes fluttering against his pale skin. Why do guys have the nicest eyelashes?

“But if I were to say this new version of myself wants to be in a semi-stable relationship with a girl who can’t carry boxes to save her life, what would you say to that?”

My heart slows to a stop as emeralds sparkle back at me.

“I would say she needs a guy who isn’t afraid to bulldoze his way to her mother’s phone number.” Laughter rumbles from Wes’ large frame, and I find myself smiling to the point of aching cheeks.

“Well then, Miss One Trip. What do you say about being my girlfriend?”

I tap my chin in consideration, “I suppose that doesn’t sound too bad.”

Moving with the speed of a predator, I swing my leg over Wes’ waist and shift until I’m straddling him. Rubbing myself shamelessly on his hardened length, I shoot him a wicked grin.

“Contingent, of course, on your next performance.”