Desperate

Chapter 17

Today Shayla was going on her first real date with Drew. He was taking her to dinner and she was dressed up all fancy and very nervous. She was practically shaking as she paced the living room.

    "Dude, calm down. He's still the same guy that you've known this whole time." I laughed.

    "I know, but what if something goes wrong and he hates me." She asked.

    "He's not going to hate you, and nothing's going to go wrong Shay." I said shaking my head.

    "What if it does though?" She asked.

    "Then we move somewhere else and change our names!" I joked.

    She whacked me in the head and sighed. "I'm being over dramatic huh?"

    "Just a tad." I laughed.

    There was a knock on the door and I went to get it. Drew stood there in a fancy outfit as well which made me laugh, because he hated dressing up. He smiled and I stepped aside letting him in. Wes was behind him and he came in as well.

    "What are you guys doing tonight?" Shayla asked Wes and I.

    "Watching movies." Wes said plopping down on the couch.

    "Well have fun." She laughed as Drew drug her out the door.

    Once they were gone Wes pulled me down on the couch into his lap. "I can't put in a movie if you're holding me down." I wiggled around trying to stand up.

    "Who said anything about movies?" He asked holding me tight.

    "You did? Not even five minutes ago." I pointed out and turned in his arms so I was sitting in his lap facing him.

    "Well now I have something else in mind." He said smirking at me as he slid his hands under my shirt in the back to trace circles on my skin.

    I felt the blood rush to my cheeks at his suggestive comment. "What did you have in mind other than movies?" I asked tentatively.

    "Well we have this place to ourselves." He said then pecked my lips softly with his. "I was thinking maybe," he added another kiss. "You could show me some of those high school gymnastic skills." He winked after the last part.

    "Wes, I don't know." I said trying hard not to show how much I really wanted to drag him into my bedroom and tear all his clothes off.

    "You know something?" He asked suddenly.

    "What's that?" I asked.

    He leaned his forehead against mine. "You just got bedroom eyes." He said making sure to let his breath hit my lips.

    "Fuck you." I laughed.

    "I'm practically begging." He retorted making me laugh.

    What the hell. I put my fingers in his luscious hair and pulled his lips to mine. The kiss was rough and full of lust on both our parts. He pushed us so he was hovering over me on the couch. His hands found their way in my shirt with me as I moved my kisses down his neck. He breathlessly whispered the things he wanted to do to me in my ear as I let him lift my shirt off.  I felt shivers all over my body when he ran his fingertips down my bare skin. We didn't even bother with the bedroom. I tore his clothes off right there in the living room.

    He had me stripped down to almost nothing when he paused. "Are you sure?" He asked looking into my eyes.

    That's something no other guy has ever done. I mean I've had sex with five or six guys, but no one, not even my first asked if I was sure before they went all the way. But yet here's Wesley Stromberg who's the world known douchebag of Emblem3 and he's possible the sweetest guy I've ever met.

"I've never been more sure." I smiled trailing my fingernails down his toned abdomen.

    Somewhere in the middle of our romantic experience we were switching positions and went tumbling off the couch and into the floor. We both laughed for a second then continued what we were doing. I mean hey, there's more room on the floor anyway.

    "I'm so close." I breathed raggedly.

    "Say my name." Wes panted.

    "Wes?" I said more as a question than just his name.

    "No," he shook his head fast. "Like you do when you're mad."

    "Wesley!" It came out as more of a scream. He kept going and I got louder and more breathless.

    Once everything was over we shoved the cushions back on the couch, and got redressed. Well kind of, Wes held up his button down shirt and it no longer had any buttons. They were in my way I guess.

    "I'll be surprised if your neighbors don't complain." He chuckled after everything was done. "You're pretty vocal."

    I smacked his chest. "You're the one who told me to say your name."

    "Yeah, say, not scream." He smirked.

    "It was totally in the moment and you aren't going to make me feel embarrassed about it Wesley!" I snapped.

    "There you go doing it again." He grabbed my hand pulling me toward him crashing me into his chest. "Did I ever mention how much it turns me on when you call me by my full name?"

    "Mm, about as much as it turns me on when you talk like that." I smiled ruffling his hair.

    "Lets go for round two?" He trailed his finger down my spine making me shiver.

    "Fine, but this time in my room." I nudged him toward the door. "Oh, and this time you'll be screaming." I said seductively, and he thought I'd gotten bedroom eyes.