32. Layne

Chapter thirty-two

Layne

W es continues to eat my pussy as I undo his belt. He lifts his hips so I can pull his pants and boxer briefs down. I pause with my hands on his hips, moaning as his tongue flicks over my clit. “Oh, fuck, Wes. I don’t think I can. Not when you’re doing that.”

“You want to moan, Ma Petite Mort ? Moan around my cock. Show me how much you love me eating your pussy, baby.“ Wes pulls my thighs back down, nipping at my clit with his teeth.

I turn back to his cock, precum beading at the tip. I lick from the base upward, feeling him shiver underneath me. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat. I angle myself so I can take all of him. Wes lifts his hips, pushing his cock further into my mouth, making me gag. My throat constricts around him, causing a groan to slip from his lips.

“Fuck, Layne. You do such a good job of taking my cock down your throat.” He mouths against my pussy. “Come all over my face, Ma Petite Mort . Let me taste that little piece of death that only I bring to you. ”

My head bobs up and down, cheeks hollowed, trying to keep pace with how he is eating me. Wes gently bites down on my clit and that was the catalyst I needed to shatter. I moan around his cock as my orgasm crests. Wes thrusts his cock once, twice, then shudders underneath me, filling my throat and mouth with cum.

I sit up and wipe the saliva and cum from my chin. Wes rolls underneath me and flips me so I am on my back. “Such a good girl.”

Two words from my husband that make my pussy throb…Good Girl.

Sunday morning, Wes is up and in the kitchen, pulling things from the freezer. The clatter of glass containers on the countertop wake me from whatever dream I was having. Groggy, I peek out of the comforter, glaring in his direction.

“Hey,” I shout, clearing my throat as it’s dry from all the deep throating I did last night.

Wes pops his head up, complete ‘deer in headlights’, eyes locked on mine.

“I was sleeping,” I say, glaring at him with my most playful, menacing look.

Wes, startled by my abrupt awakening, apologizes, his eyes filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, his voice softening. “I just wanted to make us breakfast.”

I sigh, feeling the appreciation for his thoughtfulness. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sit up and give him a half-hearted smile. “It’s alright,” I mumble, my voice still groggy .

Wes continues bustling around the kitchen, his movements more careful now. As I watch him, I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt for snapping at him. After all, he’s only trying to take care of us.

Now that I am feeling more awake, I slowly swing my legs over the side of the bed and make my way towards the kitchen. The clattering of glass containers has ceased, replaced by the sizzling sound of something cooking on the stove. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, instantly making me feel more alive.

I walk up behind Wes and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my chin in the middle of his back. “I’m sorry for being grumpy,” I whisper, my words filled with sincerity. “Thank you for making breakfast. I appreciate it.”

Wes turns around, a smile playing on his lips. “Apology accepted,” he says, giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead. “You know I can’t resist spoiling you a little. Especially since you were such a good girl last night.”

My cheeks flush and heat spreads low in my belly.

I chuckle, feeling the tension from earlier dissipate. “So, what is on the agenda for today?” Wes places a cup of coffee in front of me, made just the way I like it.

“Well, I need to do some more recon on Bannister, so that is what I will be doing. You, on the other hand, I’m not sure.” He smirks, but the tone of his voice leads me to think he doesn’t want me to come with him.

Why would he want you to, Layne? Wes is more experienced in this. You would only slow him down.

I shake my head as if to make the thoughts go away like an etch-a-sketch. “Can’t I come with you?” I bat my eyelashes at him as I lift the coffee mug up and take a long sip, the robust flavor of the coffee sneaking through all the cream and sugar. Wes’s back is to me as he continues to make our breakfast. The scent of bacon wafts through the air, making my mouth water .

He sets a plate full of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me. I watch as Wes takes a sip of his energy drink, his eyes focused on the task at hand. I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment that he doesn’t seem interested in having me join him on his recon. But I understand his reasoning. He’s the experienced one, the one who knows how to handle these situations.

I take a bite of my breakfast, savoring the flavors that dance on my taste buds. The bacon is crispy, the eggs perfectly cooked, and the toast toasted just the way I like it. It’s the kind of breakfast that makes you feel warm and content inside.

Quietly, I finish my meal, I can’t shake the feeling that I want to be more involved in this. I want to prove to Wes that I can contribute, that I can be more than just a burden. I want to show him I can handle myself, that I have what it takes to be a valuable asset.

I muster up the courage to speak up, my voice slightly wavering. “Wes, I know I don’t have any experience, but I want to help. I want to be a part of this, not just sit around waiting for you to bring him to me. I’m willing to learn, to do whatever I need to. I want to do this with you.”

Wes turns to face me, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He sets down his energy drink and leans against the counter, studying me for a moment. “Layne, I love your enthusiasm, baby, but this is dangerous. I don’t want to put you at risk. If he were to see you and recognize you…If you were to get hurt. I would never forgive myself for putting you in harm’s way.”

I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. “I understand the risks, Wes.”

His expression softens, and he walks over to where I’m sitting and places a hand on my shoulder, a mixture of concern and reassurance in his eyes. “Alright, Layne. If you’re sure about this, then I won’t hold you back. But promise me you’ll listen to my instructions and stay safe.”

I nod, a surge of determination coursing through my veins. “I promise, Wes. ”

With that, we finish our breakfast and gather our supplies, ready to head out together.

We’re in the GTO, just out of view of a dingy-looking apartment complex, waiting for Bannister to leave so we can follow him. It’s mid-afternoon, another overcast day in the city.

“Hey, you know, maybe if we make out for a little before we do this, it will help us get our heads on straight. You know, serotonin and shit.” Wes wiggles his eyebrows. His nerdy come-on’s can be such a turn on sometimes.

I look directly at him and roll my eyes. HARD. Wes glares at me, I know exactly what me rolling my eyes does to him.

“Bratty, bratty girl. Or I could fuck you? That might be even better, come to think of it. Break in the backseat the old fashioned way.”

“You’re telling me you’ve never fucked anyone in this car?” I look over at him, blatantly calling him out on his bullshit.

“Never. No one has ever been worthy of getting absolutely wrecked in the backseat. Until you, that is.” Wes smirks. He then climbs over the seat of the car, and before I can even think of a comeback, he wraps his arms under my armpit and pulls me over.

I straddle his lap, my hands grip the back of the leather seat. “We cannot fuck in broad daylight, Wes.”

“Who said anything about fucking? That was just an idea.” Wes leans forward. With his tongue, he gently caresses the hollow of my throat before swiping across my bottom lip. “Open up for me, Ma Petite Mort . I miss the taste of you. ”

Ignoring Wes’s suggestive advances, I push him away gently, maintaining my composure. “Wes, we need to stay focused on this. We can’t afford any distractions right now.” I remind him, trying to steer the conversation back to the task at hand.

He pouts, clearly disappointed by my rejection. “Alright, alright,” he grumbles, reluctantly letting go of me. “But you know, a little tension release wouldn’t hurt, especially in a high-stress situation like this.”

I give him a small smile, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “I understand, Wes. But let’s save that for later, when we have more privacy.”

He nods, understanding my point, though from the situation in his jeans, he isn’t happy about it. “You’re right, as always. We’ll stay focused until the time is right.” He leans back in his seat, adjusting himself, his eyes fixed on the dingy apartment complex. “He has to leave at some point, right?”

I take a deep breath, feeling the tension in the car dissipate. “Yes. Just be patient, Wes. We’ve come this far.”

Wes groans as I slide off his lap. “One kiss. Give me that to hold me over.”

This man is a glutton for punishment.

Once again, I position myself on his lap, running my fingers through his hair and gently tilting his head upwards. Our lips connect, and I can feel his breath mingling with mine, drawing us into an intoxicating embrace. Hearts pound in unison, a tangible connection between us I can feel in every beat. Wes’s tongue gently explores the contours of my lips, coaxing me to part them and invite him closer. With a firm grasp, he pulls me in, his hands securely gripping my waist.

“Just a kiss,” I breathe into his mouth. Everything blurs around me as I kiss him, everything except him.

“Fuck, Layne. I can never get enough of you.” Wes moans as I give his curls a tug. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Then I’ll die with you.” I chuckle .

“We’re some really Bonnie and Clyde shit, baby.” Wes bites my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth, his sharp canines piercing the thin skin. Blood seeps from the tiny holes, and he laps it up, coating his tongue before he dives back into kissing me.

I pull back. “More like Morticia and Gomez. Love you to death, type shit.” I reply, cupping his face and kissing him one last time. “Alright, let’s get back to work.”

“Love you to death, yeah,” he smirks. “I’m down for that shit. I worship the ground you walk on, baby. Just call me Gomez.”

Hours pass and I have to be honest. This sucks. How Wes just watched me for the months that he did is beyond me. Bannister hasn’t left his shitty ass apartment, not even to smoke. It’s one thing I remember most about him is that he smelled of disgusting cigars whenever he would come to visit me. The memory makes me shudder. That slight movement catches Wes’s attention.

“You doing okay, Ma Petite Mort ? I can take you home if it’s too much.“ Wes reaches for my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.

Just as I am about to concede and say yes, the door to Bannister’s apartment opens, and he steps out. “Wes, look!”

Wes’s head snaps toward the complex and he starts the car up as Bannister walks over to a car parked in a stall. We wait until he has pulled out of the parking lot, then follow a suitable distance behind him. Bannister heads into Little Russia, finding some street parking, then getting out in front of a Russian Deli .

“What would he be doing hanging out with the Russians?” Wes says aloud. I know the question is more about him thinking out loud rather than asking me for an answer. He pulls the car over, throwing it in park.

“Let’s check around back.” He says, motioning for me to follow him. We get out and Wes takes my hand, leading me towards the back alley. We turn the corner and I see nothing out of the ordinary.

“It’s just an alley, Wes.” I look at him, confusion on my face.

“A secluded alley,” he grins. “One where I can have you all to myself.”

“It’s still very much in public.” I let go of his hand, backing up into the brick wall.

He closes the distance between us, his hand circles my throat, squeezing with just enough pressure that has my knees going weak. “I have to have you or I’m not going to focus, Layne.” Wes’s hand drifts under my dress. His fingers lightly tease over the front of my thong. Which is completely soaked from the kissing in the car and then him grabbing my throat just now.

“Look at how wet you are for me, baby.” Wes whispers in my ear. “So fucking wet. If I got on my knees to eat your pussy right now, you’d drown me. Come to think of it, that would be an awesome way to die.”

“No,” I moan as he slips my thong to the side to brush his middle finger against my entrance. “I want you inside of me. If you want to fuck me, it’s going to be with your cock. Not your tongue…or your fingers.”

Wes takes no time in unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down just far enough to get his cock out. “You make me crazy, Layne.” He picks me up and presses me against the wall. “Fucking insane.” I feel his cock slide inside of me. I moan as he fills me so completely.

“Your pussy is nirvana, baby. Made so fucking perfect just for me.” Wes spreads my legs further apart, fucking me harder, deeper, and faster. He’s like an addict chasing his high, and I’m his drug of choice.

“Wes,” I moan into his mouth. “Isn’t sex in public a crime? ”

“It’s only a crime if you get caught. Lewd conduct, six months in jail or a fine of a thousand bucks. But I have my badge on me. What are they gonna do, arrest me?” He groans, his face buried in my neck as he continues to thrust into me. The back of my dress riding up, the brick wall scraping the sensitive skin of my back. The sting from the scraping and the orgasm building have me on the verge of combusting.

This little reconnaissance Wes and I are supposed to be doing isn’t going the way we planned. The stake out in the car turned into a nearly too close make-out session, and now following the piece of shit in public has turned into us fucking in the alley in almost plain sight. As much as I want to help him, this doesn’t seem to be the way to go about it.

I’m so lost in my head that the orgasm that was building won’t break. Wes thrusts into me, panting and moaning. “Come on, Ma Petite Mort . Give me what I want.”

“I need more, Wes.” I moan, tilting my hips forward, seeking the friction I need.

“Touch yourself.” He groans, nipping and sucking on my neck.

I’ve never touched myself. The only people who have ever touched me are Wes and Bannister. “I-I can’t, Wes.” I stifle a sob that wants to come out. “You know I’ve never…” My voice tightens. Wes lets go of one of my thighs and slips his hand in between us. The rough pad of his thumb moving over my clit in unison with his thrusts.

“Whatever is preventing you from coming, let it go. I’m not going to stop until you are trembling in my arms and filled with my cum. So let go, baby.”