Page 26 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
“Yes, yes, sorry. I was admiring your room. It’s beautiful. Manly, but beautiful. It’s just like the guest room but more… you I suppose.”
A gentle smile appears on his lips as he bends down and takes mine.
He reaches over his shoulder and pulls his shirt over his head. Forget the famous soft drink advert; this is one hot body. Abs so chiselled and a V that’s so defined you can’t help but follow the trail of pleasure right to his hard bulge.
“Like what you see Sutton?”
I nod. It’s all I can muster. My hands are roaming over his chest, feeling those muscles, counting his abs. Jesus, this is no six-pack. He’s rock-hard and tanned. The definition is in all the right places. I can’t help but trace around the edges, and I find myself following the diagonal line till I touch the head of his solid cock.
A hard hand pushes me backwards on to the bed and, before I can think, he has straddled me, removing the rest of my clothing until I’m naked beneath him.
“You need to free your dick before it loses circulation” I can’t believe how brave I sound, but I’m in need. I want him so fucking bad. Thankfully, he does what I ask.
“This better?” He stands next to the bed fully naked. His huge dick nearly touching his stomach. I nod, but inside, I begin to panic. That thing is fucking huge.
For a man of his size, he is so gentle. He slowly kisses me and bites and nips at my nipples. I can tell he is being careful, but I don’t want him to be. I want to be taken. I want to be fucked—hard. Ineedto be fucked hard. The sayingbe careful what you wish forsprings to mind, because that’s exactly what happens.
He slides inside me all sweet and careful, but as we develop a beat, he speeds up and becomes more feral, more determined. The power behind each thrust makes me moan and ache and cry out, but it’s pure pleasure. Pure. Raw. Pleasure.
I must have fallen asleep as I can hear a buzzing noise coming from another room. Then, I hear his voice.
“Yep, yep, okay. Yep, I’ve got it. Can you send it to me, though? Yeah, I’ll take a look later. Oh, yeah, she’s doing fine. She’s just taking a nap; I think all the excitement has wrung her out.”
And then I hear the most beautiful sound my ears have heard in a long time. He laughs, and I mean,reallylaughs. I started to ask some questions earlier before we ended up in bed, but how do I start, and what do I ask? I need to give this some thought so that I get the answers I need.
My heart warms, and I feel the urge to go to him, but I soon realise my crutches are in another room, so I’m stuck. I cough in the hope he can hear me. I don’t want to eavesdrop, but I can’t get away from hearing the conversation.
“Okay, yeah. I’ll make some dinner plans. Yeah, I love you, too.”
The last bit of this conversation is a bit that Ireallydidn’t want to hear. Who the hell is he talking to? Who is he making dinner plans with? And was he talking about me? He had to be. I’m the only one supposedly taking a nap. I cough again, but this time I take in the air wrong and start to choke. On my own air. Yes, I know, I’m completely unsafe on my own.
West comes through the door with panic in his eyes, “Oh my God. Sutton, are you okay? Do you need some water?”
It’s all I can do to nod yes. He disappears and returns in less than five seconds with a glass filled with water. I start to take a sip, spluttering and coughing at the same time. By this point, my eyes are red and filled with tears. Oh, what a wonderful sight I must be. Freshly-fucked hair puffy red eyes and coughing like a sixty-a-day smoker. He’s gently patting me on the back. Normally this would irritate me but for some reason, with West, it’s really soothing.
I finish the water and finally regain some composure and attempt a smile.
“What happened? What did you choke on?” he asks. When I try to explain that I was trying to get his attention he starts to laugh again. That phone call he took earlier has certainly brightened his mood.
So, who was it, and how can I ask? Is he married and this is his workhouse? Does he have a girlfriend somewhere else?
When I start to think about how little I know of him, I remember the deal from earlier this morning. He said he would tell me his story if I told him mine, but my panic attack distracted us, and then, when I started to ask some questions earlier, we ended up in bed. But how do I start, and what do I ask? I need to give this some thought so that I get the answers I need.
“Are you feeling better now?” he asks.
“Yes, thank you. You must think I’m a real mess. Is there any chance you could grab my crutches? I would really like to take a shower and wash my hair.”
He nods in reply and leaves the bedroom, returning a few seconds later with the two metal demons in tow. He helps me up off the bed and helps me position myself onto the two demons, I start off across the corridor to my room.
“Do you need any help?” he asks gently.
“Yes, yes, yes,”my lower body is shouting.“Let him shower you and do unspeakable things to you in the shower!”
My lower regions shout, but I take one look at the crutches and say, “Thank you, but I’ll manage. There is a seat in there, so I will be okay. You have thought of everything.”
I see the smile on his face drop slightly, but then it appears again. “Okay. I’ll leave you to it. Shout if you need anything. No more coughing.” He laughs and walks away.
I hobble into the bathroom, gathering all the bits I need. Razor, check. Deodorant, check. Body lotion, check. I know my favourite shampoo and shower gel are already in the shower. Towels, check. Clean underwear, check.
