LOGINBowie POV "Harley!"I stared at it, my mouth opening and closing like a fish."What? You deserve to have fun too." She shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Now that Wesley's gone half the time. You have needs.""Harley, I can't just–“"I'm not saying throw away the man. I'm saying supplement.” She winked. “Try it. You will thank me."I shoved the box into my drawer, my cheeks burning more. “You are insane.""Maybe." She lay back on her bed, grinning at the ceiling. "But I'm also right.”And undoubtedly, she was. Because later that night, alone in my room, I pulled it out again.I stared at it for a long time, turning it over in my hands, the silicone body was so smooth and cool against my palm. My heart was pounding as I held it. I had never used a vibrator before. It felt so strange, like I was doing something I shouldn’t.But Harley's voice echoed in my head. You have needs.I locked the door, turned off the lights and laid back on my bed, the vibrator still in my hand.I
Bowie POV"Bowie, I-“He stopped.Whatever he wanted to say just hung there on the edge of his tongue. He swallowed tightly and something flicker behind his eyes… like fear, maybe, or hesitation. Or both.He was staring at me like a man that was utterly in loveMy heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.Say it please. Say the words.But he didn't, rather he just kissed my forehead again, lingering for a moment before pulling me into his chest."I'm glad you were there today," he said instead.I swallowed the disappointment, burying my face in his shoulder. "Me too."*** The next week was brutal.Midterms hit like a freight train, and Wesley had a whole week away games.We went from seeing each other almost every day to trading texts that got more spaced out as the week wore on.It shouldn't have felt this hard. We had only been together for a few weeks. But every night I laid in my bed, staring at my phone, waiting for his name to light up the screen. I caug
Game morning Wesley POV My alarm buzzed me out of my sleep and I groaned, slapping it off.My body was already buzzing with that familiar pre-game energy. But it wasn't just the game this time. It was also Bowie influence.I unlocked my phone to text her and a message from her already sent an hour ago entered;Good luck today baby. I will be there. *wink*I stared at the text longer than necessary, a smile tugging at my lips. I typed back: Can’t wait to see you Then I dropped my phone, did my quick routine workout before getting ready. *** The stadium was packed by the time we ran onto the field.The roar of the crowd hit me like a wave, the energy feeding straight into my veins. I scanned the stands as I jogged to the sidelines, my eyes searching through the sea of faces.And then I found her.She was sitting in the third row, next to Harley, wearing my jersey. Her hair was pulled back and her face lit up with a smile the moment she saw me looking.I couldn't he
Wesley POV“I need you.” The words came out of my mouth as raw as it could be.Bowie stood in the doorway, her eyes glistening and her lips trembling already. She didn't say anything, she just reached out, her fingers curling around my wrist, and pulled me inside.The door clicked shut behind me.And then her arms were around my neck, her body pressing against mine and her face buried in my chest. I felt her breath hitch, felt the dampness of her tears soaking my shirt, and something inside me cracked open."I'm sorry," I whispered into her hair. "I'm so sorry, Bowie."She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes red and her cheeks wet. “Don't do that again.""I won't." I shook my head instantly."Promise me." She hicupped.I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing away her tears. "I promise."She kissed me and it was slow and tender, like she was trying to pour every unspoken word into it. I melted into her, my hands sliding down to her waist and pulling her close
Bowie POV I woke to my body being pressed against Wesley’s and it was as though his body was made to embrace me.His arm was draped across my waist and his chest against my back with his breath warm against the nape of my neck.For a moment, I didn't move. I just laid there, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing.I still felt the faint ache between my legs, a pleasant reminder of last night.Then I felt him stir behind me. His arm tightened around my waist and pulled me closer."Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and his lips brushing against my shoulder."Morning." I smiled in response.His hand slid down my stomach lazily, tracing patterns on my skin. His fingers dipped lower, brushing the edge of my underwear."You have no idea what it does to me…” he said, his lips moving against my neck, "waking up next to you."I shivered. "Really?”He rolled me onto my back, his body hovering over mine and his weight pressing me into the mattress. His eyes were still
Bowie POV He signaled for the check before I could blink and we used the last of our restraint to walk up to the car. The moment the car door closed, he was on me.His hand found the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that was nothing like the gentle one at the restaurant. It was hungry and desperate. His tongue slid against mine, and I tasted a mix of the wine and tiramisu cake. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers fisting in his shirt."Been wanting to do that all night," he breathed against my lips."Do it again." I whispered, almost pleading.And without hesitation, his lips were on mine again.His hand slid down my side, over the curve of my hip, squeezing my thigh through the dress. I could feel how hard he was through his pants, and the knowledge sent a tingle straight to my pussy.I pulled back, just enough to look at him. His eyes were dark and his lips swollen."Let me taste you," I whispered.His breath caught. "Bowie…”I didn't wait for him to finish. I
Yas POV I turned around, letting my hips sway as I walked back toward the dance floor. I could feel his eyes on my ass all the way.I barely made it three steps before his hand caught my wrist."Where do you think you are going?" His voice was low, with a husky tone that made my thighs press
Day 3Yas POV We spent the rest of the morning sprawled on the couch, tangled up in the sheets and giving lazy kisses to each other. "You know what I'm in the mood for tonight?" Dian spoke up as his fingers traced lazy patterns on my thigh."More chocolate?" I grinned.He laughed. "Close. A
Yas POV I let him guide me backward until my thighs hit the edge of the counter. He lifted me easily, setting me down on the cool granite, then stepped between my legs."Arms up," he said softly.I raised them. He pulled my tank top over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him. Then his hand
Day 3Yas POV The next morning, I woke up with his arm draped across my stomach and his mouth pressed against my shoulder blade.I lay there for a while, just listening to him breathe, feeling the weight of his body curled around mine. My thighs ached pleasantly from last night. The mirror