{WATTYS 2021/2022 SHORTLIST}{Editor's Pick} {Featured Story}
One girl. Two boys. An impossible choice.
Stella LaFever, a theatre student from California, can't wait to spend a summer in Newport, Rhode Island, with her best friend. She is in despera...
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"Is that what you've been thinking about?" West asked in a thick voice.
I'd only been half-joking when I'd told him I wanted him to strip, but West looked one hundred percent serious. A switch had flipped, and West Tenney's smoldering look was enough to make me want to take off my clothes right here in the parking lot and straddle his waist.
He wasn't treating me like I was made of glass. Breakable and weak. He wasn't pitying me or gawking at my neck.
West was acting like I was the only woman in the world he wanted to be with, despite my problem. He still believed I was fearless.
I'd never been more turned on in my entire life.
I nodded. "I've thought about you doing a lot of things to me, West."
West took my hand and set it on his pecs without breaking eye contact. Then slowly dragged it down his chest, over his abs, and towards his belt buckle. I didn't think I could be more attracted to him, but West proved me wrong.
"Tonight," he told me, "I'm going to give you whatever you want."
I thought West might be shy and reserved, but that wasn't the case at all. Every nerve ending in my body was aching for him. He guided my hand to cover his already stiff cock, then squeezed.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
West Tenney had lived inside my dreams for weeks. Now, I wanted more than late-night fantasies. I wanted the real thing.
He squeezed my hand around him again, and I couldn't help it. I actually moaned.
"That's my good girl." He worked my hand up and down. "You're gonna use this tonight, aren't you? You're gonna make yourself cum over and over again."
Forget oh my. This was holy shit.
I'd never put much thought into kinks, but I knew that whatever this was, I liked it. The dirty talk and the way he wanted me to take control.
"Here's what you're going to do," West told me, pumping our hands up and down again. "You're going to go inside and reserve us a room, whatever room you want, don't worry about the cost, then leave me a key at the front desk."
He let go of my hand long enough to fish his wallet out of his pants pocket and handed me his credit card. I took it reluctantly.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. Now, listen to me very carefully, Stella. I want you to go inside the room and get comfortable. Put on a movie, draw a bath, order a bottle of wine, whatever you want. Just take some time to relax."
I squeezed my thighs together, dampness soaking into my lacy panties. Nothing inside of me was relaxed. Everything was wound as tight as possible. The only thing I could focus on besides his directions was how hard he was through his dress pants.
