Losing You
"So, what are you doing this Saturday?" You laid in bed next to Wes that was breathing hard, you both just coming down from your high. You two had an open relationship, well more like just friends with benefits, but you still went out and hung out together, having a fun and much needed friendship that’s lasted as long as you could remember.
"You know Jackson? He asked me out for dinner Saturday. Did you have something planned?" You turn to Wes, seeing his face turn to anger, surprising you. He was never one to be mad or jealous about something like this, encouraging you to go out with others. Then again it was just friends with benefits type thing going on, why would it matter to him whether you went out or not? He was the one that wanted you to also see others. But something in you always held you back. Maybe it was the growing feelings or the fact you felt you were doing something wrong when you were with other men. You only said yes to Jackson because he was cute and you always had a crush on him, hoping it would grow so you’d become more detached from Wes, making the feeling of wanting more from him go away.
"He’s no good; especially not for you. You deserve better," he growled, trying to suppress the growing anger, not wanting you to see it and think he was jealous. But nothing could hold it back, his madness growing deep inside him and the thought of you with other men made him shake from the flare of anger rushing through his veins, contaminating his blood. If he couldn’t have you in the way he wanted you, no one could.
"Why would you say that? You know how big of a crush I use to have on him," you move your head, staring at him dumbfound by the way he made it seem no man was good for you.
"Because," he stares at the ceiling, thinking for a valid reason as to why he was no good but he knew deep down he was a great guy and deserved a girl like you but he wanted you. He didn’t want someone else taking you out the way he could, he didn’t want anyone else seeing the things he does or having things done to them the way you do on him. He wanted you but he just couldn’t get it out in the right way, his anger rising even more.
"Because what? That’s not a reason at all, Wes. You’re the one that always edges me to go out and do things and now that I am, you’re trying to hold me back? That’s not how it works," you sit up in the bed, holding the blanket to your chest even though Wes has seen everything of you.
"I don’t want you to go out," he grumbled, wanting nothing more than to show you just how much he wanted of you.
"Well you can’t hold me back from that Wes and it’s final," you throw the blankets off your body, picking up all your clothes and throwing them on. "I’ll see you later," you mumble, mad at the fact he felt he could control you. You head to your car and go home, thinking about the situation and how you could handle it like an adult.
By Saturday night, not a word has come from Wes, not even a phone call like normal. You were pretty upset that he was being childish about something he told you to do and that he even had the audacity to ignore you for it.
You huff as you try finding your side purse, not wanting to take anything huge. As soon as you head for the stairs, a knock interrupts your train of thought of where your purse could possibly be. You threw your head back in exhaustion, the date not even happening yet.
"I need to find my-," you look up, noticing it was not Jackson at all but a very upset looking Wes, who barged inside without even waiting for you to open the door all the way.
He turns to you, slamming your body into the door, your air being knocked from your lungs. Your eyes widen at the tired looking Wes, knowing there’s more wrong with him than you thought.
His body pushes yours harder in the door, eyes searching your face as confusion took over, your eyebrows knitted close. Your hands lay on his forearms that rest by your head, trying to calm him down a bit to a point where he could talk without getting upset. Though no words left his mouth, you knew there was only a turmoil boiling deep inside him that was ready to explode.
"Wes, calm down," you whisper, trying to get some sense of reality to his brain. "You need to take a minute to breathe," his chest heaved, all things possible clouding his mind. He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t lose you.
"I can’t lose you," his eyes sadden, following your every move.
"You’re not losing me," you shake your head, smiling up to the sad boy. "You’ll never lose me," your hand cups his cheek, your thumb rubbing it in comfort.
"Your not going on that date," he watches as your expression turns from one of comfort to confusion.
"Why not?" You knew he had a motive as to why he was here but you didn’t think he came to ruin your first date in years.
"Because you’re not leaving me," his lips lightly touch yours in a sweet kiss. You’ve always loved his kisses but they were never so sweet and passionate as they were now, making your knees weak.
"I was hoping you’d come by," you pull away, turning around to lock the door. "I’ve missed you, Wes," you look up at him, smiling shyly. You grab his face to kiss him again, pulling him as close to you as you could. Your lips move together, his tongue darting out to swipe across your lip in need. You’ve never been one to take it slow when it came to Wes. He just made you lose your mind and rush everything with need.
Your mouth opens to Wes’ tongue, moaning at the contact making you both go crazy. You push him a little, making him move backwards to the couch. He pulls you on his lap, cupping your butt over your dress.
"You know how much I love this dress," he hummed in your ear, his hands going under it and groping your butt. His hands slowly ride up, pushing his hands inside your underwear and cupping your butt cheeks, squeezing to get some kind of noise from you.
"If it meant you’d be this into it, I’d wear it all the time," you moan in his ear, grinding into him. Your lips move to his neck, kissing and sucking as his head falls back in pleasure. Your hands move under his shirt, pushing it up around his torso and soon over his head.
"I’m in control," he flips you, pinning your arms on the arm rest of the couch, pushing your dress up and over your butt. His lips attack your collar bones with kisses and love bites, loving the soft feel of your skin under his tongue. He pulls the dress off all the way, leaving you in heels and your undergarments. "You’re so beautiful," he looks up, eyes twinkling with mischief and other things.
Your hands twist in his hold, hoping to get them off. “Wes, Jackson will be here any minute and I really need to call him,” you arch your back, pushing against him. He lets your hands go, grabbing your phone off the living room table and handing it to you.
"Hurry," he smirks to you, only giving you ideas of what kind of plan he was up to.
Before the second ring, the other line was answered. You tried explaining your dismay excuse as to why you couldn’t go on the date, coughing a few fake coughs to seem sick. Which, let me tell you, was far from being close to reasonably real or believable but the boy gave you the space you needed.
"So, how about next week?" Or so you thought.
"Um," your mind ran blank for a minute as Wes’ mouth worked on your body, his hands ripping off you underwear. Your eyes widen in surprise and anger, your favorite underwear long gone. "I don’t-," you stop yourself by a moan as Wes runs his tongue up your folds, kissing and rubbing you.
"Are you okay?" His voice laced with concern, ready to come to your house without a thought and help you through the sickness; which wasn’t even a believable excuse but the boy ate it up, believing anything that came out of your pretty little mouth.
"I-I’m great but I don’t know about next week," you stare down at Wes in pleasure and anger from making you lose composure on the phone. You thrust your hip up to his mouth, wanting more friction and pressure. He pulls away from you in a teasing manner, eyes challenging you to disobey his rules and see just how much a tease he could be.
"Maybe we can work something out. How about a coffee date Monday? You like coffee, right?" You roll your eyes at Wes, his movements and facial expressions becoming irritated with the fact you were still on the phone.
And for the sakes of your new found ‘relationship’, you decline you remotely like any kind of coffee drink, lying completely through your teeth. “Coffee’s not really my thing,” you jerk your hips close to Wes, missing him so close since he moved away from you when you thrust your hips in his face.
"There’s not only coffee, you know? There’s tea and other things," he tries working on getting you to go with him and maybe his intentions were aimed for innocence, he wanted nothing more than to get a night with you; or maybe a few. You were more desirable than you’d ever think but that’s why Wes was hooked, never wanting you with another man or at least not letting you go.
"I’ll think about it," you stutter out as Wes started working on your clit, adding more pressure and getting faster. Your head falls back over the side of the couch, back arching with pleasure.
"Are you with someone? Is that why you don’t want to go out with me?" Your eyes widen as he caught onto your act, knowing you now wanted nothing to do with him.
"I’m sorry, Jackson. You’re a great guy but you’re just not the one," you quiver as Wes’ wet tongue worked at you with the help of his fingers, loving how your eyes almost rolled in the back of your head.
"Why would you set me up? You could’ve said no in the first place instead of playing with me," you could detect the anger in his voice, making you automatically become submissive to it.
"I’m sorry, Jack-," he cut you off, mad that you would play with his feelings. He was looking forward to getting to ‘know’ you and maybe get a taste of heaven he’s waited so long for. Now some other guy was touching you while on the phone with him, hearing your strangled moans only making him more than angry that he’d never get to hear you or be the reason behind the struggle and pleasure.
"Save it," he growled, face heated red with the rush of blood to his face, his heart beating heavily in his eardrums.
Wes snatched the phone from your hand, yelling a few curse words down the line to the other man, wanting him to never be in the picture ever again. Wes tosses your phone on the couch, dragging his body up yours, unclamping your bra and throwing it with your other clothes.
"Where were we?" He grabs your face to plant a hard, dominating kiss on your lips, making your back arch into him as his hands ran down your body and to your clit, rubbing hard and fast to finish you off.
"I’m close," you whisper, pulling him in for a sweet, soft kiss unlike his. He loved when you were soft and passionate, knowing you’d never be a harsh person, sexually or not. He sped up to the fastest he could, feeling as you let go, squirting onto his hand. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head and your body quivered from coming down from your orgasm, breathing hard and uneven as Wes licked his fingers.
"My turn," you move to straddle Wes, pulling his pants and boxers off him and working slowly and lovingly down his body. "You do as I say and nothing but," you whisper, hands scrapping down his body.
"Yes, ma’am."