18. Wes

Chapter eighteen

Wes

A fter the encore song, we exit the venue as the crowd erupts in applause. Layne’s words chirp in my ear, urging me not to abandon her little friend Atlas, but I couldn’t care less. I need her. The only thing I can think of is burying myself inside her pussy and the sooner I get her out of here, that sooner that can happen. “You can send him a text later.”

We leave through the main doors of the Warfield and a group of young guys whistle at her, beckoning her to join them. I’m about to lose my shit, but her soft hand wraps around mine and she leads me away from the crowd. I look back over my shoulder just as one of them waves at me. All I can see is black.

“Wes,” Layne’s voice, sweet like honey, pulls me from the depths of darkness. I gaze into her seductive amber eyes. “Focus on me, baby. They aren’t worth it.” She’s right, they aren’t worth the trouble I’d have to go through killing them. Too risky of a situation. Mommy and Daddy would put forth more of an effort in searching for their shitty ass son’s, unlike the scourges of society I usually go after .

The four blocks leading to the parking garage are completely silent. I’m hyper-focused on getting her back to the car, so I don’t pull her down one of these alleys and fuck her against a building. My girl doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. We enter the parking garage and with her hand in mine, I unlock the door to the passenger side. Layne reaches for the handle. Instead, I beat her to it. I pull the front seat back and push her inside, she falls back onto the leather seat.

The door slams behind me as I pull her boots off and peel the fishnets off of her. “Take your fucking panties off, Layne,” I growl, thick with lust. Layne does exactly as she is told, pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. “That’s my good little slut. Are you still wet for me Layne?” She nods. “Show me.”

Layne spreads her thighs as wide as she can, and her perfect pussy glistens in the fluorescent glow of the parking garage. Overcome with the need to be inside her, I undo my belt and jeans, pulling down my boxers briefs; I hover over her, my cock at her entrance.

“Wait,” she hesitates, placing a hand on my chest. “I want you in my mouth first.”

I smirk, “You dirty girl. You want me to fuck your mouth?”

“Yes.” She nods, biting her lip.

“Yes what, Layne? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” I run my thumb across her lower lip and she leans forward taking it into her mouth and giving it a hard suck.

“I want you to fuck my mouth, Wes.” Her eyes plead with me, and I’m all too happy to oblige my girl.

This is going to be tricky in the car. While having a classic car with a spacious backseat helps, it’s not big enough for both of us to be comfortable, unless she is riding me. I re-open the passenger door and step out. My hand extends out for Layne to take it. Her fingers touch mine as she takes my hand, the pulse of electricity between us is crazy. Reaching back into the car, I grab my sweatshirt from the floorboard, laying it out on the ground to protect her knees from the concrete floor.

“Get on your knees and open your fucking mouth for me, baby,” I stroke my cock as Layne lowers herself to the ground, “Such a good fucking slut for me.”

Her eyes hood with lust as she looks up at me, opening her mouth for me to use. I guide the tip of my cock to her lips, rubbing it against them. Her tongue darts out to lick the bead of precum from the tip. The seductive moan and the lick of her lips almost had me blowing my load on her face. “You’ve never done this before, right?” My breathing is tight as her tongue swirls the tip, then licks down my shaft.

“Never,” she says, her voice trailing off into a whisper.

Layne continues her slow, sweet torture. She is working me like she’s sucked cock forever and I have to lean myself back against the car for support. Otherwise, I’m going to topple over. She brings one hand to wrap around my cock, to stroke me as she hollows out her cheeks, taking as much of me as she can. I feel the back of her throat constrict around me as she gags. “Oh fuck, baby, that’s it. Gag on it for me. You’re doing so well.” My head falls back against the roof of the car and my eyes roll back.

My balls tighten, and I’m about to come down her throat. “Don’t fucking stop, Layne. I’m gonna come.” I grab the top of her head, pushing her down onto my cock and grunt as a stream of cum hits the back of her throat. She swallows everything I give her eagerly, and when I pull back I get to see some cum dripping down her chin. Fuck, she looks so sexy. With my thumb, I swipe up the cum and bring it to her parted lips. She takes it into her mouth and sucks it clean with lust in her eyes.

With a primal need to fuck her, I help her to her feet and guide her into the front passenger seat. I need her home, in my bed, so I can worship her properly. The engine roars to life and the low rumble echoes in the garage. The streets of downtown San Francisco are clear, and I make the drive home in minutes, pulling into the property. Inside the warehouse, I carry her up the stairs. Her panties and boots are still in the backseat and they can stay there for all I care. Not like she is going to have use for them right now anyways.

I peel her shirt and skirt off of her, tossing them to the floor and my hands caress every inch of her exposed stomach and up her back to the hooks of her bra. Undone, she let it fall to the floor. Her hands then pull the hem of my shirt up and over my head, and finally they fall to my pants, which are still undone. With a gentle tug, they hit the floor. I step out of my shoes, pants, and boxers briefs, as we face each other in our complete nakedness, exposing ourselves to each other. My fingers caress her face, tracing her features so I can memorize them.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Wes?” Her eyes focused on mine, chest heaving.

“No, baby. I think tonight I’m gonna savor each kiss,” I pull her flush against my body and press my lips to hers, “every touch.” Her tongue dances with mine as I pick her up from her thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist. Never breaking our kiss, I lay her down and move to kiss every inch of her skin, letting my lips say the words I don’t know how to say.

“I adore every inch of you, Layne. You’re a goddess and I want to spend my life worshiping your body.” My tongue glides up to the apex of her thighs and just as I am about to taste her, she stops me.

“I just want you inside me, Wes.” She wants me in the same slow, tender lovemaking way that I do. Layne probably thinks I was joking about taking her to the courthouse today but I was one hundred percent serious. I was never one for the government institution of marriage until I saw her. She has awoken so many new emotions inside me. The idea that I could have a wife, maybe even kids someday.

I want all of that. With her .

Layne spreads her thighs, inviting me inside of her and I slowly inch my way inside her wet, warm pussy. Her hands find my face, she pulls me to her, fiery passion ignites as our lips touch and I keep up the pace. With each slow stroke, I silently hope that she is in this forever. I slip my hand between our bodies, my thumb on her clit, working her in time with my thrusts. She comes apart under me, matching my deep thrusts, arching her back meeting me with each rock of her hips. Her legs wrap around my waist drawing me in deeper as her orgasm breaks. My head rests in the crook of her neck as I continue, seeking my release. My pace picks up just a little and with one hard last thrust, I empty myself inside her. Soul and all.

Her October eyes, so full of passion, look up at me. I know I have to tell her. She needs to know who I am. What I do, and I hope she can find it in her heart to accept me for what I am.

“ Ma Petite Mort , If I told you about all the darkness inside of me, would you still look at me like you do right now?“ I cradle her face and press my lips to hers. Confusion meets me as I look at her. “I do terrible things, baby, and I do them very well.”

I collapse onto the soft bed, bringing her close to my chest. As she presses, her soft voice whispers, “Tell me.”

I place a kiss on the top of her head. “Where do I even begin?” I sigh and begin.

“I know I’ve never really talked about my life yet, but I was a devoted older brother to a little girl. I lived and breathed for my little sister. Siobhan was the most beautiful little girl you’d ever seen. She was smart and funny and made me think my friends were crazy when they would talk about hating their younger siblings. She was murdered when she was eight years old. Our next-door neighbor picked her up on her walk home from school, tricking her into thinking that my parents sent him to get her. He raped her, then killed her, leaving her body in a shallow grave in the park we would play hide and seek in. I was the one that found her. ”

My chest is heavy, and it’s hard for me to breathe through all the emotions. I’ve never shared my loss with anyone other than my parents. It was their loss more than mine. Layne holds my hand in hers, bringing the palm to her lips and she kisses me with the most tenderness I’ve ever felt and my eyes fill with tears, and I just let them fall.

Fuck don’t cry Wes.

“It’s okay, Wes. Take your time.” Layne’s thumb rubs circles on the top of my hand to soothe me.

“When the police let it slip that our neighbor was the main suspect, I went to question him. My parents were a mess, so I stepped up, doing what my father couldn’t. He confirmed it was him that killed her. He tried to say it was an accident and that he didn’t want to kill her, but she kept fighting and screaming. I killed him, Layne. I stabbed him so many times. The funny thing is, I didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. I felt vindicated. Like my sister would be proud of me for avenging her.”

Layne still lies in my arms, not tense, nor showing any signs of repulsion at what I’ve just told her. Not the response I was expecting from her. I expected her to run away, calling me a psychopath. A murderer. Nope, she just stares at me with tears in her eyes, mirroring my own.

“I’ve spent the last six years ridding this city of all the scum that do the same thing. Child molesters, rapists, and whoever else I deem unworthy of living life. Never innocent people. When you told me what happened to you, and then said that your father is still alive… I knew he had to be next. I want you free from the past that haunts you.”

Layne rises from my chest. Her eyes meeting mine. “Did you kill him?”

I shake my head, “I know where he is though, and he isn’t dead. Yet .”