Dirty Toe Drag by Toni Aleo
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Stella
My heart jumpsup into my throat.
My pulse runs red-hot.
My stomach clenches.
My brain is screaming that this can’t be real.
But my heart…oh, it sings.
Unfortunately, though, my mouth starts moving before my brain can tell it what to say. “We haven’t had sex.”
Wes looks down at the bed, visibly upset by the proclamation that my dumb-ass mouth has made. He leans his knees into the bed, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I don’t need sex to feel this way for you, Stella.”
“Really?” I say once more, sounding very much like the biggest idiot in Nashville, Tennessee. “I’m sorry. It’s just…you’re Wes,” I say with a nervous, awkward laugh. “Like, you love sex.”
He nods slowly, unable to look at me. “Yeah, I do. But I love you—all of you. Who you are. Not what’s in your pants. I know that part of our relationship will be incredible because I love you. All of you.”
Well, fuck me sideways. I exhale in surprise, my mouth now hanging open because, let’s be honest, I never expected this. I always thought he would be so closed off to feeling that way for me. Someone with that kind of trauma, and yet, he loves me? I mean, I’m awesome, but I assumed he wouldn’t feel that way for a while.
“And I’m realizing that’s not the case for you.”
I jump up then, holding up my palms. “Whoa, wait. Pause,” I say, and finally, he looks at me. “Wes, I fell for you the day you replaced the shoe I broke. No man has ever done anything to make my day so special or to make me feel so good. I knew right then, I was in it. But after last night, I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to love me. I was worried that part of you didn’t work or you wouldn’t allow it to happen so quickly.”
His eyes darken. “So, what did you think we were doing here?”
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I planned on asking because I have fallen for you and I want you desperately, but I’m terrified to put myself out there like that. I don’t want to be hurt.”
“Stella, I told you from the jump, hurting you is the last thing I want.”
I shrug one shoulder. “All boys say that.”
“I’m not a boy. I’m a man.”
Jesus Christ.
He moves his big body around the bed, coming to where the tips of his shoes touch the tips of my boots. He swallows hard, looks down at the floor, his hair falling into his eyes. “I know I’ve been through some shit, and I hate it. I do. But I want to do what you said. The past doesn’t need me anymore, my present does, and I want to be in the present with you.”
I gaze up at him as my heart pounds in my chest.
“I’m aware my past is a lot to take in, a lot to process, but if it’s not something you can handle—”
“What happened isn’t who you are,” I say quickly, interrupting him. “I was just terrified that you weren’t ready for what I want—because I want it all, Wesley. I want forever and more.”
His eyes hold mine, burning ever so brightly. “I don’t want my past to dictate my future. I want to be a good man. I want to be a strong and honest man. Not only for myself, or my mother’s memory, but for you.”
Oh, damn it. My eyes start to swim in tears as I stay locked in his gaze.
“I want to be enough for you.”
“Oh, Wes. You’re more than enough. You’re perfect to me.”
He scoffs. “Unperfect, you mean.”
“Perfectly unperfect for me. Just me.”
He reaches out, taking my hips in his hands and pulling me against him. “I’ve never in my life felt like this about someone.”
“Me either,” I whisper. “I mean, I loved my high school boyfriend, but it was nothing like this. I’ve started to believe in myself since I started falling in love with you.”
His lips quirk at the side. “You’ve always believed in yourself. You just need someone to push you along.”
I smile then, the motion consuming my whole face. “I needed you.”
He leans in, his head pressing to mine as our noses align. “My shining star Stella,” he starts, and my lips curve, my heart singing loudly for him. “I’m going to try this again,” he says, taking in a deep breath and letting it out in a whoosh. “I love you.”
As I stare into his gorgeous eyes, his body pressed to mine, feeling every inch of him, I’m speechless. Well, not really. I know what I want to say. I’ve wanted to say it for a long time. “I love you. I love you so very much, Wes.”
He lets out the most gorgeous sigh before he cups the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. Our mouths meet, and everything catches on fire. As his tongue moves with mine, I tug at his shirt, pulling it out of his shorts. He groans against my mouth once I run my nails down his chest, cupping his sides as I deepen our kiss, loving the taste of him. I love kissing him like this. That all-consuming kind of kiss that has my knees weak and my pussy screaming for him. His hands slide along my body, coming to my ass and cupping it. His cock is hard, thick against my stomach, and I can’t handle it.
I move my fingers down his stomach, undoing his shorts. He arches into me, biting my lip once I run my fingers along his length. God, he’s so fucking thick. He trails his mouth along my jaw, biting it before nuzzling his mouth into my neck, sucking on my skin as I stroke my fingers and nails along the velvet smoothness of him. He hisses out a breath once I dip my nail along his head, and I love it.
I love him.
“Fucking hell, I want you so bad.”
“Yeah,” I say, my voice breaking. “Act like I said something insanely hot because I can’t think for shit right now.”
His laughter pretty much burns a hole in my panties. He turns me, the backs of my thighs hitting his bed before we fall onto it. Our legs tangle, our arms move around each other’s bodies. We’re on our sides and our eyes meet, and when we both smile, my body vibrates with excitement. I lean in first, pressing my lips to his as he holds my jaw in his hand. As his mouth kisses mine, he moves on top of me, falling between my thighs and pressing himself into me, our moans filling the room. When he pulls back, I sit up with him as both of us reach for his shirt and pull it off. He’s made of nothing but muscle and an abundance of abs with that sexy V that makes my V scream in longing. But for a moment, I can’t enjoy his hard body because I see her name.
Gabby.
I run my fingers along her name; it’s right over his heart. “It’s beautiful.”
He smiles, covering my hand with his. “So she’s always near my heart.”
I grin. “Will there be other tattoos for me to discover?”
He nips at my mouth. “You’ll have to look and find them.”
“I love a good challenge.”
“Same,” he agrees before he pulls my shirt up and over my head. “No bra? You’re killing me with that.”
“I know. That’s why I do it. And also, because I hate bras. They’re constricting, and what the hell do I need them for? I have nothing here,” I say, gesturing to my chest.
His eyes sparkle with something sinful. “Oh, my stunning, stupendous Stella, you have two perfect mouthfuls.”
And with that, he takes my whole boob in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, sending me into another world. I arch into his mouth, crying out as his hand cups the other one. His fingers tweak my nipple as his mouth sucks. I’ve never been with a guy who plays with my tits, because there isn’t anything there. But the way Wes is acting, it’s as if I’ve got the biggest boobs ever. I’ve never felt so special in my life.
He moves up my chest to my neck before taking my mouth once more. Our kisses are getting desperate, fucking hot. I pull back, pushing his pants down over his ass and freeing his cock. Jesus, what a cock it is. Smooth, thick, and hard. For me. I run my fingers along his skin as he blows out a breath, more like a raspberry, his body shaking.
“I can’t handle you,” he says, sliding back and off the bed. I giggle as I gaze up at him, but soon my giggles fall off as he pushes his pants and underwear down his legs, kicking them and his shoes to the side. There is nothing but beauty in front of me, and I feel like I’m drowning in emotions right now. His thighs are so defined, and Jesus, so big.
“Is that a date?” I ask, running my finger along the top of his thigh where eight digits are inked.
“Yeah, my draft date.”
I take him by his hips, bringing him close so I can run my tongue along the numbers. I look up at him through my lashes. “That’s hot.”
He shakes his head, cupping my jaw. “I am downright certain there is nothing hotter than you, my love.”
Wes then presses his lips to mine before pushing me back on the bed. I undo my shorts just as he yanks them down with my panties in one fell swoop, even over my boots. “Talented.”
His chuckle runs down my spine as he lifts one of my legs, finding the zipper to my boots. With his eyes on me, he unzips them, trailing his thumb along my leg. Once he has one off, he goes for the other. But this time, instead of his thumb, he uses his tongue, making my pussy clench in a way I’ve never experienced. I feel it, everywhere. The desire, the need…it’s overwhelming. My boot hits the ground as he goes down on his knees. He brings me to the edge of the bed and drops his mouth between my legs, and I cry out so loudly, I even surprise myself. But in my defense, I can’t help it.
His tongue is rough against my aching pussy. He laps at my lips, tracing his tongue along every inch of me. When my legs start to shake, he takes them, putting them over his shoulders and moving his tongue between my lips again, teasing me. I cover my face as I moan, hissing out a harsh breath when he opens my legs farther and runs his tongue along me. He starts at my entrance, swirling his tongue there, lapping up my desire, before dragging his tongue up and finding my pulsating clit. There is no controlling myself at this point. I squeeze his head with my thighs as he assaults my clit, licking it, flicking his tongue along it, and sucking it into his dangerous mouth. I tangle my fingers in his comforter, and I feel I might rip it as his tongue ruthlessly taps against my clit. I find myself screaming his name as he sends me over the edge and into the unknown.
“My God,” he mutters against my pussy. I’m pretty sure that’s my line, but there are no words being formed at this moment.
He drops kisses on my thighs and then leaves a kiss at the top of my pussy before climbing up my body. His mouth licks, sucks on various parts of me, but I’m so lost in my orgasm, I can’t even tell what he is doing. I only feel him. His heartbeat pounding against my skin.
He kisses my jaw and then my cheek before rolling off me. I open my eyes to see a gorgeous view of his toned ass as he reaches into his nightstand. When he rolls back, he’s pulling on a condom before throwing the wrapper on the nightstand. He looks back at me, and I smile as I run my fingers along his hip.
“I really don’t know how I landed you.”
My smile grows brighter. “It was the black eye.”
He laughs as he covers my body with his, running his hands down my sides, over my waist, before tilting my hips and pressing his own into me. I lick my lips as I watch him guide himself inside me. Each inch is hard to take, but I welcome it. He’s the biggest man I’ve been with, but maybe he’s right and I’ve only been with boys.
When he is deep inside me, he meets my eyes for reassurance, and I nod. “Don’t you dare stop.”
His eyes dance, his grin grows as he slides his hands under my shoulders and brings them up so he can hold my head. He presses his lips to mine, devouring me as his cock throbs inside me. He tears his mouth from mine, lifts himself up, his hands at my armpits, and starts to move into me, ever so slowly and cautiously. It’s beautiful and sweet, but I have wanted this for way too long.
“I want it harder, Wes.”
His eyes widen a bit, but then this unbelievably wicked grin spreads across his lips. “Harder, you say?”
I nod, and he moves back onto his haunches, pulling me so close, my ass is almost on his thighs. He takes my hips into his hands, and he drives himself into me. Perfectly hard. “Yes,” I cry out. “Yes, Wes. Fuck me, yes.” I moan with every thrust. Each one so much deliciously deeper than the last. I arch my back, running my fingers through my hair as he pounds into me in such a fulfilling way. I’m lost in the sensation, in him. When I open my eyes, I find him watching me. Sweat along his brow, his jaw, and his eyes are dark and possessive. He bites his lip as he fights his release, I know not wanting this to end.
Because I sure as hell don’t want it to.
I grip his wrists as my release builds once more. I feel it all over, every part of me tingling. My moans get louder, deeper as I squeeze my eyes shut, everything going tight. When I come, it’s hard, and I scream louder than I did before, his name filling the air around us. He is right there with me, a harsh sound leaving his lips as he stills inside me. I can’t find my breath; I’m gasping as I look around to see if I’m still alive. He falls beside me, gathering me in his arms, reminding me I am alive and I’m with him. His scent and the feel of his heartbeat overtake me, making this experience even better.
Making it perfect.
Out of breath, he says, “I almost didn’t make it there.”
I open my eyes as I nuzzle my nose in his chin. “What do you mean?”
He looks bashful. “I knew you were about to come again, so I was trying to hold off. I had to think of a lot of dead dogs.”
I blink. “That’s troubling, Wesley.”
He grins. “You got yours. Twice.”
“I did,” I say on a sigh. “Gotta say, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”
He nips at my nose. “Oh, my sexy minx Stella, I’m not even close to showing you what I can do.”
My heart flies. “Oh, Wesley. I love you.”
He presses his nose into mine, and his lips move against mine as he whispers, “I love you.” Then with teasing in his eyes, he says, “So much more now that I know we’re great in bed together.”
Our laughter fills the space between us right before our lips meet. As I get lost in his kisses, the feel of him, I can’t help but feel wonderful. Yet, there is something lingering in the back of my brain.
I still haven’t told him about the conversation with his dad.