38. Nora / Wes

THIRTY-EIGHT

NORA

I'min my second class of the day when I get my first text from Wes. I always try to avoid looking at my phone whilst I'm in classes, especially now that we only have this week before my assignments are due. Summer break is just around the corner, and I can't wait to go into my final year at Drayton. No matter how bittersweet the feeling, I'm so grateful to have stayed here this long. The amount of times I've threatened to drop out is highly concerning.

I turn my phone over.

Wessy

Can't stop thinking about you.

My entire bodytingles just from his words. He's always made me feel like this. Like I can do things to him without actually having to do or say anything.

I click my phone shut, planning on ignoring it. I can't afford any distractions now. Kiara has been helping me a ton with my script and my commentary, and I have been helping her out with hers, too. Since the theme was rewriting, she's done a feminist retelling of Little Red Riding Hood and it's fantastic.

I'm frantically scribbling down the last of my notes when Kie's shoulder bumps into mine. "Is that loverboy texting you?"

I shrug. "Maybe."

She snorts. "You two are adorable." I let out a happy sigh, feeling like a lovesick schoolgirl. "I'm really proud of you, Bailey."

I turn to her, catching the serious expression etched into her face. "What?"

"Yeah," she says, "You majorly turned this year around. I might not have got the double date I begged for, but I've been texting Sam a bit more."

I wiggle my eyebrows. "How's that going?"

"It's…. going," she mumbles, her brown skin turning a deep red. It's been a while since I've seen Kiara have a crush. She usually likes someone, sleeps with them a few times, and is out of there faster than you can say asparagus.

"Kie."

"I'm pretty sure he just wants to be my friend. Which is fine and all, but kinda sucks for me since I had the hots for him," she concedes, pointing her pen at me. "Now, don't ask any more questions, alright?"

"I promise," I laugh, holding my hands up in surrender. As our tutor continues talking, I let my eyes drift to my phone again to find another message.

Wessy

Update: still thinking about you

More specifically, about how you looked the other night.

How you felt.

How you sounded.

How you tasted.

I ignore the flutter I get in my chest and pick up my phone.

Are you trying to sext me right now?

Wessy

Is it working?

Kind of???

Wessy

I guess I should continue…

I don't exactly want to think about you eating me out in the middle of class, Wes.

Wessy

Are you getting hot and bothered, Stargirl?

No.

Wessy

Well, I'm thinking about you and I'm hard.

Of course you are. You're constantly horny.

Wessy

Of course I am. Have you seen my girlfriend???!!!

I bet you're thinking about me between your legs right now, aren't you?

I've lost all hope and type out Maybe. My thoughts don't stop running during the next hour of the class. We have a small break before another hour, which Kiara and I fill with talk about our summers. She's going to be working on a short film in a small town on the outskirts of Colorado, and I'm going to work on some more self-tapes. I'm waiting to hear back from Max by the end of the week about whether I got the A24 role or not. That's basically going to determine my entire summer and start to senior year.

The knock at the class door snaps me out of my daydream. Our tutor, Colin, rolls his eyes as he goes to open it, and I almost choke when I see Wes on the other side of the door. Colin asks him what he's doing here, and he grins. It's so fucking bright I can see it from the other side of the room.

"Hi, good afternoon. I'm here for Nora Bailey," he says a little louder so we can all hear him. Everyone's heads spin in my direction — including Ryan, who hasn't spoken a word to me since the arrest. "I've got something important to talk to her about."

My hands, my cheeks, my neck, everything starts to burn, mostly out of sheer embarrassment but also out of curiosity. The way Wes winks at me over Colin's shoulder sends my stomach rolling.

"Is it urgent?" Colin presses.

"Yes, it really can't wait," Wes says, nodding curtly before stepping into the classroom. His eyes land on mine, and I can't help the smile that breaks out across my face. "Nora? Are you coming?"

There's a clear emphasis on the word coming that has me bolting out of my seat. All my sheets are haphazardly thrown back into my binder and then into my bag. I run to him at the door, shooting out an apology to Colin, who is clearly not paid enough for this shit. The second the door shuts behind us, Wes presses me against the opposing wall, covering my mouth.

"Hi," he whispers.

I grin. "Hi."

"I missed you, baby," he murmurs, kissing my cheek, across my jaw, and then down my neck.

"It's not been that long since I last saw you," I say, trying to catch my breath. "Five hours, to be exact."

"It's been torture," he mutters back to me. When his lips travel across my collarbone, my back arches off the wall, trying to get closer to him.

"Let's go back to my place," I pant. "It"s the closest."

He continues kissing me, savoring whatever I have to offer. "Are Cat and Elle home?"

I shrug. "I dunno. I guess we'll find out."

Seeing Nora Bailey naked in front of me is a sight I want to be burned behind my eyelids. I want to see this all the time. Every day for the rest of my fucking life. She's a masterpiece — every part of her, every dip in her stomach, the fullness of her breasts, the way her hair fans out along her shoulders and her arms.

God, she's going to ruin me.

I kneel over her on the bed, and she's just lying there, her knees slightly pulled in, propped up on her elbows as her body is on display for me. She tilts her head to the side like she's ready to make me work for her. I'd do that willingly in any other way, but in this, I need to be the one in control.

I gently push down her legs until they lie flat on the bed, and she watches me with mischief in her eyes. I grip onto her right ankle, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her heel. She gasps at how tender I'm being.

"Hey, Wes?" Her voice isn't as strong as it usually is, the stupid game we always play not having its usual connotations. "What are you doing?"

"Playing my favorite game," I murmur.

"If this game is called ‘edging' I don't want any part of it," she argues, "Either make me come or stop."

I kiss the inside of her thigh, and she shivers. I peer up at her, watching her watch me. I continue my journey up, finding my favorite part of her. She's already dripping for me, her thighs slick with need. I lick her there, tasting her, and she moans.

"Let's get one thing straight, Nora," I start, hovering my mouth over her pussy. The air on her clit sends a shiver down her entire body. "You control every other aspect of our relationship. You boss me around and tell me what to do, and I listen. But this? This is going to be different. You're not going to be in control this time, okay? And I'm going to spend every minute enjoying it."

She whimpers. "Do you mean torturing me?"

"Hm, if you say so." I finally press my mouth to where she wants me to. I suck the swollen bud into my mouth, and she moans my name. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yes," she breathes.

"Thought so," I say. I stop and drag my mouth up the length of her body instead, paying attention to my favorite gold stud on her belly button. She's fucking stunning. Flawless. I trail my tongue up her stomach, reaching her tits and swirling one nipple into my mouth.

She grips my hair, writhing beneath me. "Wes. Don't stop."

"Do you think you could come if I just played with these perfect tits?"

"Fuck. Yes," she whimpers, her back arching like she wants to prove it.

I ignore her plea, taking her out of my mouth. Her head rolls back between her shoulder blades, and she rolls her eyes. I lean closer to her, whispering, "Get on your knees, Sunshine."

She blinks up at me like the request is out of the ordinary. She's proven to me more than once that she is more than capable on her knees.

"But, you just—" Her face heats, annoyed at the way I worked her up. Still, she gets on her knees at the edge of the bed. I stand on the other end, waiting for her. She's blinking up at me with those fuck-me brown eyes, her tits glistening with my saliva and red from where I sucked her. She looks like she's all mine.

Finally.

She hooks her thumbs into both sides of my boxers, keeping her eyes locked with mine as she slowly tugs them down. My cock bobs in her face, and she licks her lips.

Just as I'm about to rush her, she presses a kiss to my tip, circling her tongue around me to lick off the precum. My eyes roll back in my head at the simple movement before one hand wraps around my shaft, the other on my thigh.

I'm a mess when she starts to work her magic. I push my cock deeper into her mouth with every look she gives me. Every time she looks up at me with those eyes filled with water, I push harder. Each time her nails scratch against my thigh, I go faster. Every time she moans around my cock, I push deeper.

"You're doing such a good job, Nora," I praise, trying to hide the torturous groan that's making its way through my throat. "Just keep doing that."

She keeps letting out these satisfied noises like she actually enjoys doing it. It's completely different when a girl actually enjoys getting a guy off. Most people don't like it, but from the enthusiastic pump of her hand and the occasional time her hands drift to her own body, it seems like she's having a good time.

My hands curl into her hair. "Do you like this, hm? Do you like being on your knees for me, your pretty little mouth stuffed with my cock?" She just nods around me, a strangled moan at the back of her throat. "I knew you'd be able to take me so well."

My spine tingles when she changes her pace, the slow strokes making my body ache for her. She starts off slow, kneading my balls as her hands work together with her mouth. Then, the pace picks up before it slows back down.

"Fuck, Nora," I groan, and she fucking smiles around my dick. "I'm close."

She smirks, pulling me out of her mouth just to kiss along my length, still looking up at me. My head rolls back, looking at the ceiling. I can't bear to look at her right now.

"Eyes on me, pretty boy," she demands, and I groan in response, my dick twitching. Where the fuck did this woman come from? A raspy laugh leaves her lips as she continues sucking me in and out of her mouth. "Do you like that, Wes? Do you like being told how fucking hot you look when you're deep inside my throat?"

Fuuuck.

The fewer words I say, the more she keeps talking. I should probably tell her to stop saying those things to me, but I can't bring myself to. I grip my cock as she leans back, and she opens her mouth so fucking willingly that I slide right back into where I belong, releasing.

"Can you swallow all of it for me, baby?" Nora nods when I pull out of her, swallowing before licking her lips. She has the audacity to smile at me while doing so. "Just like that."

"Like that?" she asks innocently, blinking up at me before she swipes some from her chin, sucking it into her mouth. I swear I'm going to pass out. "Or like that?"

"Fucking hell, woman," I mutter, still trying to make sure I can breathe normally. "Lay back on the bed. Keep your arms above your head."

Completely surrendering myself to Wes was not in today's plans, but I'll gladly do it. The way he's worked my body up just to bring me back down is irritatingly sexy and just pure irritating. I don't mind a little push and pull, but the way he's instructed me to keep my arms above my head as he trails his tongue down my body has me thinking otherwise.

"Keep your hands up there, or I'll stop," Wes instructs. His glorious face disappears between my legs after I part them. I nod in agreement, but no sound comes out. "Got it?"

"Yes," I breathe. He rewards me, pressing his lips to my heat, tasting me like he's starved. My entire body comes alive when he touches me. I drop my head back between the cushions, unable to keep looking at him.

He slows down his pace to the way I like it, sucking my clit into his mouth painfully slowly. His tongue works over me, and I'm left panting like my breath is running away from me. "Is this good, Nora?"

"Yes," I gasp.

Nothing leaves my mouth when he continues licking me, tasting me, increasing the speed just to slow down again. I'm completely drenched, covering his lips with my arousal, and he doesn't seem turned off by the way I immediately get worked up. He pushes two fingers inside me, stretching me until my back arches. He pumps his fingers inside me, working with his tongue, making sweats break out across my body.

"Wes," I moan, my hand reaching down to grip his hair as he toys with me, drawing me closer to the edge just to pull me back. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"I won't. Keep still," he murmurs, pressing his free hand on my stomach and pushing me back down. His words are so soft compared to the quick and harsh movement of his tongue and fingers.

"I'm trying," I whimper.

"Try harder," he presses, flicking his tongue over me again, looking at me. My eyes roll back in my head at the sight of him – his face flushed, his hair messy, his mouth glistening with my juices.

"Can you not argue with me right now?" I press. He pumps his fingers into me faster at my question.

"You sure you want me to stop? I thought it was turning you on," he challenges, licking his lips as he tilts his head to the side. I moan at the motion. "Or do you want me to call you a good girl instead, huh? Do you want me to tell you how well you're doing, baby?" Again, nothing leaves my mouth other than a desperate whimper as he leans back down to get back to work. "Then you've got to listen to me, okay?"

I don't have the energy in me to continue arguing with him. I let him do what he's way too fucking good at. He drags me right to the edge, licking and sucking me like he was paid to do it. He treats it the way it needs to be treated. My heels dig into his back, dragging them down as my hands tighten in his hair.

"That's it," he whispers. "You're perfect, Stargirl. You're being so good for me."

My whole body shakes when the words leave his mouth, moaning his name in response. My legs tingle, tightening around his face as I try to ride out the release. Wes continues licking all of me, cleaning me up before he works his way up my body, kissing across my stomach until he gets to my mouth. I'm still panting, my stomach clenching as he kisses my jaw.

"Are you getting tired, pretty girl?" he mutters.

"Not even a little bit," I say, letting out a laugh as I turn to meet his gaze. "I want you to fuck me."

"You want— You want me to–"

"I want you to fuck me, Wes," I whisper, dragging my lips across his jaw. He sucks in a breath. "I want you to fuck me until I forget my name. That orgasm was great and all, but I don't want my legs to work in the morning. I want to feel you everywhere. Do you think you can do that for me?"

He doesn't even need to answer because I see the arousal on his face the way I just spoke to him. He presses a rushed kiss to my temple, tearing away from me to find the jeans that he discarded at the end of my bed. When he climbs back over me, rolling on the condom, my breath hitches. He pulls me further down the bed, pinning my hands above my head again. He picks up a tie that he left here a while ago. He said he'd never wear it again after the interview, but we've found other ways to put it to use.

"You're going to keep your hands up here whilst I take my time with that sweet pussy of yours," he explains, tying the soft material to my wrists against the headboard. My lips part at this almost animalistic side of him. "You've got to keep your hands to yourself."

"Okay." I'm agreeing and nodding before my brain can even process it. He raises an eyebrow when he nudges his dick against my entrance, a cocky grin on his lips. Fuck. I want this so bad. "Okay, Wes," I reiterate.

That annoyingly sexy smirk spreads across his face as he holds one hand on my hands tied above my head and the other on his cock, slowly sliding through my folds. We both gasp when he pushes into me. He lets go of my hands, using both of them to grip my hips, pushing into me a little deeper. He gives me a second to adjust to his size before he starts sliding in and out of me at a slow pace.

"How's this?" he husks, leaning down to pepper kisses across my breasts.

"Good," I pant, writhing against the restrictions he's put on my hands.

"Just good?" he taunts. I nod aggressively. He knows my body like the back of his hand, knowing exactly the way to make me feel good. He swipes his thumb against my clit as if he's trying to prove to me how good it really is. "Don't get quiet with me now, Sunshine. Talk to me."

"It's good, Wes. Really good," I whisper. He pushes into me harder at my words, gripping so tight onto my waist that he might leave marks there.

"Do you like this, hm? Do you like letting me wreck your pussy whilst you can't touch yourself?" I only moan in response, my back arching off the bed. "I do, too, Nora. It's all I fucking think about. There's nothing I've imagined more than the sight of you beneath me, needy and begging for more."

His words turn my inside out, but I still have the strength to say, "I don't beg."

"Are you sure?" he teases, stretching me even more to rub his fingers against my clit. Both stimulations and the fabric pulling against my skin make my nerves sing. "Because I won't let you come unless you ask me nicely, Stargirl."

I close my eyes, wishing he could stop talking. He slows down his pace, and his thrusts become shallow just to torture me. "I hate you," I bite out, hating the way he's managed to edge me closer and closer and still not get me where I want to be. My head might explode at all this back and forth.

"What was that?" He smirks at me when I open my eyes.

"Wes. I don't think I can. I can't?—"

"You can do anything you want, and you know that. This isn't any different. You've just got to ask nicely," Wes whispers. He's waiting for me to crack, and I'm trying to hold out as long as I can. As much as the teasing and edging is fun, it's single-handedly ruining me.

When he pushes himself into me again, I give in.

No orgasm is worth this torture.

"Wes, please let me come," I beg, doing exactly what I swore I wouldn't do. This must be paining him, too, because his face is twisted with pleasure, groaning with each stroke. "Please."

My plea finally gets him to break, and his thrusts become faster. He pushes into me with force, bending my legs until he gets to the angle that makes him hit the right spot. His thrusts are relentless, leaving me gasping and begging for more. We're both sweating, panting each other's name until he brings us both to climax.

He groans when he comes, his cock jerking inside me, still holding me as the orgasm passes through me in waves. He kisses his way up my body like he always does as he kisses between my breasts before untying the tie from my wrists. He kisses the marks that were left there, and I melt into his touch.

After we've both freshened up, I collapse back onto Wes's chest on my bed.

"I'm exhausted now," I whisper, tucking my head into his neck. He laughs, running his hand down my spine, soothing me. "That was… Almost life-changing."

He chuckles. "Almost?"

"Yeah, I can't give you too much credit," I mutter, looking up at him. He just shakes his head at me, grinning before pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "I'm hungry, too. Do you want a snack?"

"As long as that snack is you," he teases. I push off his chest, hitting him in the arm playfully as I stand off my bed. My heart feels like it's glowing when I step out of my room, only to be disturbed by the loud noises coming from the TV.

Fuck. When did Elle get home? She's sitting on the couch, a bowl of cereal in front of her, as she watches a very loud cartoon episode. I cover my ears, feeling a headache about to fester.

"God, why is that so loud?" I groan. Elle turns to me, sizing me up and down. It's only then that I realize my shorts are on backward and I'm wearing Wes's shirt. I grimace. "You heard that?"

She wrinkles her nose. "Unfortunately."

"Sorry," I laugh, my face heating as I walk into our small kitchen area.

Elle laughs, too, blowing a raspberry. "You're not."

"You're right," I say, opening a cupboard to pull out a box of Pop-Tarts. "I'm so fucking happy, Elle-Belle."

I turn back to her, feeling completely alive for one of the first times in years. There's no one in this world who can make me feel the way Wes does, and I hope this feeling will last forever. I'd trade every single material thing I own if I could exist in a bubble with just him forever.

Elle's lips tug into a smile. "Finally."