Whispering Wishes (26 page)

“Aspen, what the hell did Mischa send us to?”

“I have no idea.”

“Now that everyone’s auras have been cleansed
, we will begin. Our first song is called “Pollenate Me”.” And then they begin to play. It’s like no other music I have ever heard. The man doesn’t sing so much as chants, “Open your mind and open your body. Women, your vagina is a flower ready to bloom and men, your penis’ are the pollen your women’s flower needs to survive. “

Wes flat out laughs.
Some people in front of us turn to look at him, giving him a dirty look. The song goes on like this, and I want to say something to Wes, but there aren’t even words to properly tell him what I’m thinking and feeling.

When the man starts pressing his fingers together
, I look at Wes. “What the hell is he doing?”

“He’s playing finger cymbals.”

“That’s a thing?”

“Apparently.”

He keeps finger clanging them and I swear it’s almost as if they all look like they’re pleasuring themselves on stage with their words. The men are convulsing, some of the women are touching their breasts and getting way more into the music than I’m confortable with.

When I look into the crowd, I see that some of the people in the audience are doing the same.
I don’t know if we are just shocked or scared shitless, but Wes and I somehow manage to sit through a few more songs until they say they’re taking a five-minute break to “let the universe speak to their souls.”

I am about to turn to Wes when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I turn to the man on my left and give him a little smile trying to be polite, even though I’m weirded out by all these crazies. “Yes?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you will be joining us?”

“Joining you? For what?” What is he talking about? Did I miss something here?

“You know afterwards – for the orgy?”

“What the fuck did you just say to her?” Wes interrupts.

The man steps back at the sound of Wes’s voice, and I put a hand on his arm trying to calm him.
I think I’m pretty much losing my mind because surely he did not just say what I think he said.

“Umm, I was asking if you guys are going to join us for the orgy afterwards?”

“Hell the fuck to the no. No one touches her but me.”

“Same for him,” I tell the crazy dude and his Farrah
Fawcett resembling female person standing beside him

Wes turns to me
. “I know Mishca is your best friend, but we are getting the hell out of dodge.”

“Hell yes, we are,” I readily agree.
I grab my purse and we run out of there so fast, it’s like we are on fire.

Once we get to the street, I look at Wes and he at me, and we start laughing so hard we can’t even breathe.
“Oh my God, what the hell was that?”

Wes runs his hands over his head
. “I don’t know, but that guy is lucky I didn’t punch him in the face.”

“Mischa is in so much trouble.”

“She’s going to die when she realizes what kind of concert she sent us to,” I love that he knows her well enough through me to totally hit the nail on the head with that. “Unless she’s been to one before and thought we’d like it too.” Okay, maybe not.

“Eww
, no way!”

“If you say so.
What do you want to do now, pet? It’s early yet. You up for going to get a drink somewhere?”

“I would love that.”

We head in the direction of all the various bars and nightclubs, and Wes pulls me into Blue Moon. The night is looking up. We managed to arrive before it’s too crowded and take a seat in a circle corner booth. They’re going to have live music soon, and I’m looking forward to it. Although, nearly anything would be better than what we were just exposed to.

“Hi,” a cute blonde waitress wearing a cropped shirt and short skirt comes to our table.
“What can I get you two?”

“I’ll just have a Bud Light, please
,” I order first.

“Same as my girl, please.”

She smiles and nods her head. “Coming right up.”

I cuddle into Wes’ side.
“Now this is much better.”

“Much.”

We relax against the seats and each other, sitting in companionable silence. He’s running his hand up and down my leg and it feels amazing. I look around the bar and see that it continues to fill up fast.

The equipment for the band is already set up on stage, and I’m glad to see there is a drum set and guitars sitting there
, waiting for their owners. The waitresses and bartenders are rushing around trying to serve everyone as it starts to get busier. They have a dance area set up in the middle of the floor, and the thought of dancing with Wes makes me warm all over. I hope I never stop feeling this way - everything about him excites me.

“Why are you smiling?”
I look at him and realize he’s watching me.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Truthfully, I was thinking about how everything about you is exciting.”

“Oh yeah?” he purrs and it’s like the snow’s reaction to the sun, I melt. It’s amazing how he can do that with just the sound of his voice.

“Yes,” I whisper as if it’s a secret.

His hand starts trailing a little higher and higher teasing me, and I want to moan. I put my hand in his lap and start doing the same thing to him. When I slowly start moving my hand up his thigh and then stop just before I reach the juncture, and move back down again, I can hear him groan nice and low and the sound thrills me.

The club is filling up fast.
The booths are low, and I’m back to back almost with the people behind us. Wes scoots me closer to him, “You know, to make room for others,” and props my legs in his lap, which is funny since we are in a booth.

I feel someone at my back and it makes me a little uncomfortable, but I’m distracted when our beers arrive and we start drinking.
“Ladies and gentleman, please give a warm welcome to The Departed.”

The bar hoots and hollers, and five guys walk on the stage.
They are all good looking, and when they start playing, I’m happy to hear their music is also great. It’s too loud to talk, but Wes and I are happily moving or heads and flexing our feet to the beat of the music. He hasn’t stopped trailing his hands up and down my legs either. Every tickle and stroke makes my whole body feel like exposed nerve endings. It’s like I can feel every single fingerprint from each finger he uses to strokes me.

“Let’s dance, beautiful.
”

He pulls me to standing, and walks me to the dance floor.
He weaves us through other couples that are already there, and when he’s happy with the spot, he turns to me, and pulls me flush against his body.

I shouldn’t be surprised with the way he dances considering how he moves in bed.
His hips grind into mine, and every sway and brush against my skin sends my hormones into overdrive. I wrap my arms behind his neck and bring his lips to mine. I press my lips hard against his, taking what I want. Every move I make is met with his own. Every touch with my tongue is returned by one of his.

I pull away; placing a soft kiss on his mouth
. “Let’s get out of here.”

He doesn’t say a word, just takes my hand and pulls me out the door.
We practically run to the car laughing, and he drives us home fast, but safely. We laugh as we tumble through the door and make our way up the stairs, losing articles of our clothes the whole way.

This time after
we clumsily make our way up the stairs, I walk towards the door to my bedroom and pull Wes in behind me. “What are we doing? I said I want you in my bed from now on.”

“Yes, I know… but the toys and potions are in here,” I explain with a saucy smile
, making him run to my bed, rip his jacket off and quickly tug his shirt over his head like he’s in an extreme hurry. It makes me giddy.

“What should we try first?
Should I pick something out? Where do you keep them hidden?” He’s talking a mile a minute and it’s quite cute.

“Excited much?”

“Hell yes, I’m excited. Like you even need to ask.”

“How about you just lie back, relax, and let me take care of you?” I suggest.

He toes his shoes off, sending them across the room. He undoes his belt, rips his jeans down his legs, and then takes his socks off, all in record time. He plops on my bed and places his hands behind his head. “Ready!”

Laughing, I take him in from head to toe.
The sculpted chest, hard abs, the v at his hip bones, his erection high and proud against his stomach. His muscled thighs, calves and even his feet. Everything about the man is pure perfection, and I can’t fathom how I got so lucky.

Getting an idea, I walk over to my iPod sitting in its speaker and turn it on.
I take a minute finding a perfect song for what I want. As I walk back to the foot of the bed, Wes looks at me curiously, but as I start to sway my hips, delight dances in his eyes.

I’ve never done a strip tease for anyone before, and little seeds of doubt start to trickle into my mind, afraid I might make a fool of myself.
Forcing those thoughts out, I close my eyes and try to lose myself to the sexually charged music blaring from my speaker. I start by slowly unwrapping my scarf from my neck, and as I’m unwrapping, I realize too late I’m going the wrong way and making it tighter instead of looser. Once I choke myself, I hurriedly start unwrapping it the other way, then open my eyes and see Wes’s huge smile.
It’s okay
, I tell myself
, I’m off to a bit of a rocky start, but it’s alright
.

Once my scarf is off, I twirl it around and tease it over his body before dropping it to the floor, because it seems like the thing to do.
Next, I grab the hem of my shirt and start slowly raising it up my stomach as I sway my hips at the same time. I turn around, giving him my back and pull the shirt the rest of the way up and almost yelp when the dam thing gets caught on my earring. Not as smooth as I would have liked. I throw it to the floor, and look over my shoulder to give Wes a smile to see he’s smirking at me and seems to be enjoying the show, albeit an awkward looking one so far.

After quickly kicking off my flats, I start working on the button of my jeans and zipper.
I lower them down my legs slowly, being sure to leave my ass high in the air as I do so, knowing the fact I wear a thong will be a nice surprise. I hear Wes groan at the sight of my naked ass, and it makes me excited. When my jeans are at my ankles, I try to hop on one leg as I pull them off my feet. Damn skinny jeans are tough to get off and I almost fall over when I lose my balance. Trying to make it look like a cool dance move is likely only going to look strange, so I right myself again, then move to the beat once more. I figure if all else fails, I’ll just shake my ass.

I turn around to face Wes, raise my arms over my head and move to the beat.
I feel sexy and when I open my eyes a little, I see Wes is up on his elbows watching intently. Heat floods my whole body, and I suddenly can’t wait to get naked. I unclasp my bra at the back, and lower it slowly down my shoulders. My arms are crossed over my breasts hiding them from view as I roll my hips, and turn around giving him my back again. He groans as I lose my bra, swinging it around much like I did my scarf, and then fling it at Wes because I can’t resist.

I turn back around and drop my arms.
I start caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. “Aspen, I think I’m ready for you to come over here now.” His voice sounds gruff and gravelly with need, but I ignore him as I drop my head back and keep moving. When one song ends, another begins playing, and I just go with it. I lower my hands to my thong and start to lower it inch by inch down my legs. In seconds, I’m standing there naked and before I can even tease him one more time, Wes is off the bed, grabs me in his arms and brings me back to bed with him, making me giggle.

“I said to come here.”

“Okay, I’m here. Now let go,” he does and I push his back to the bed. I lean over to my bedside table and grab the strawberries and cream motion lotion out of the drawer. He looks at me curiously as I pop the cap and squeeze some into my hand. First, I rub some over my breasts, down my stomach and up the side of my thighs. Then, I take some and rub it on his abs, his chest. I put the cap back on, and grab another bottle from my drawer and pour some flavored cream into my hand, then take his hardness in my hand, and start stroking him up and down.

“Oh
God, that feels so good.”

Keeping him in one hand I move up, placing my breasts within reach of his mouth.
He doesn’t hesitate and leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucks hard and it makes me groan, “Yes.”

“You taste good, kitten.”

“Yes, the motion lotion is very tasty.”

“Well
, that may be so, but it isn’t just that it’s you. You’re delicious.”

Need is pouring down my thighs, Wes once again working magic with only a few words.
I pull away from his mouth and kiss my way down his neck and chest. I swirl my tongue around his nipples, letting his groans of appreciation spur me on. I kiss down further, nibbling and kissing each of his abs. Sliding my tongue down his stomach makes him sigh. When I greedily take him into my mouth, he sucks in a breath with my first lick but his groans quickly ring out, competing with the music pouring from the speaker.

After several minutes, he pulls me away from him and in a swift move, grabs me and turns, placing me under him.
“Hmm, what else have we got in this drawer?” He opens it and roots around. “Well, well, well, what have we got here?”

He pulls out one of my huge vibrators and turns it on – the buzzing sound filling the room.
Delight sparkles in his green eyes and he smiles. “Spread your legs as far as you can.”

“What?”
I’m not so sure what he has in mind.

“Don’t worry, kitten.
I’m going to make you purr for me.”

I do as he asks and spread my legs until I can’t any more.
He takes the vibrator and pushes it into me little by little. I gasp at the feeling. The combination of his own touch combined with one that moves in all the right ways and touches all the important places quickly makes heat flood throughout my whole body. Just when I think I can’t feel any more amazing, he lowers his mouth to me and takes my clit into his mouth. The feeling makes my eyes roll back into my head, and I let my head fall back. He pulls away from me making my head snap back up and my eyes meet his. “Don’t look away from me, kitten, I want to watch you.”

I do my best to keep my eyes on him when he lowers his mouth to me once again.
Still moving the vibe in and out, he licks at my core once again. He keeps his eyes on me and I him. I keep thrusting my hips into the vibe, silently begging for more. “Harder.”

He obeys and I lose all control
, thrusting my hips repeatedly trying desperately to reach the top of the pinnacle that’s right on the edge, eluding me. I watch him as it gets closer and closer, “Oh God, oh God,” and then I’m there. Even though I want to throw back my head and arch my back from the feeling, I keep my eyes on him and grit my teeth letting out the loudest groan or maybe it was a scream. He pulls the vibrator out and immediately replaces it with him, losing control until he orgasms.

He rolls off of me and lies next to me
, trying to catch his breath. I do the same, staring at the ceiling likely with stars in my eyes and a goofy grin on my lips. “That… was… incredible.”

He looks at me with a smile
. “That was more than incredible. You are definitely doing a strip tease for me again. That’s going to need to be a regular thing.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Fuck yes,” he says, adamantly making me laugh.

We each roll over so we are face to face, and those three little words are on the tip of my tongue.
I want to tell him so much, but I don’t. How cliché would that be? Plus, part of me doesn’t want to be the one to say it first – immature perhaps - but true nonetheless.

He brushes his hand through my hair, cups my cheek
, and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. As he’s staring into my eyes, I think he may say something and I hold my breath in anticipation, my heart speeding up. “I’m going to go clean up, I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” I give him a small smile, “me too.”

He gives me another kiss,
and then leaves the room. Deciding to jump in the shower, I go into the bathroom. Once under the comfort of the water, I allow my shoulders to sag and a tear to run down my cheek in disappointment.

I wake the
next morning in Wes’s arms once again. I was surprised when he suddenly showed up in my shower and things heated up once again. My earlier feelings of disappointed quickly forgotten because while he may not say the words, he makes me feel special with his actions. He washed my hair, then brought me to bed, this time making love to me nice and slow. Every touch, kiss, and stroke seemed weighted and full of words we each couldn’t say.

I smooth my hand over his bare chest and look up into his face to see his eyes are already open and he’s looking at me
. “Good morning, kitten.”

“So it’s kitten then, huh?”

“I think so. I like it. Besides, I remember when I found you in the rain you looked like a drowned cat, so it’s kind of fitting.”

I smack his sexy chest
. “Very funny.”

“I can get used to this you know.”

“Used to what?”

“Waking up with you in my arms.
It’s nice.”

I kiss his chest this time, “I love it
, too.”
And you
, I want to say, but don’t.

He kisses the top of my head
. “I have to go into work today, but I don’t want to. It’s just for a couple hours though.”

“It’s okay, I’m at Mischa’s shop for a little bit today, then I have some errands I need to run.”

“Some errands?”

“Yes, I need to go to the store and get some personal items.”

“I think you have enough sex toys, kitten. We’ll be good for a while.”

“Very funny.
I mean stuff like razor blades and shampoo and things like that. Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m good, but thanks for asking.”

“Okay, text me if you think of something.”

“I will.”

“Do you have time for breakfast before you go?”

“I do.”

“Great,” I get out of bed and throw him a look of apology when he groans in protest. I grab a silky pajama gown and it’s matching robe and put them on. Once dressed, I walk over to him, and lean down to kiss him. “Take your time, I’ll go start some eggs and bacon, okay?” He nods and pulls me on top of him and kisses me with hunger. I give in and kiss him back for a few seconds before pulling away. “You’re insatiable.”