“I call him, Mr. Monopoly.” I grinned.
“Oh, I like that.” Linda smiled. “And we don’t accept American Express.” She looked at Wes.
“Okay then. I’ll pay cash.”
We stood from the booth and walked up to the register. Wes pulled out his wallet and handed the cashier some cash. Then he handed me a $20 bill.
“Can you leave that on the table for Linda?” he asked.
“She’ll be pleased.” I walked over to where we sat and set the twenty down.
The second we stepped out of the diner, a man with a camera snapped our picture.
“How was the food?” he asked Wes.
“It was delicious. And yes, you can print that statement,” he said. “Come on, Sam.” He grabbed hold of my hand.
We walked down the street, and as we turned the corner, Wes pushed me up against a building and smashed his mouth against mine.
“Sam?” I heard my name.
“Devon.” My eyes widened as I broke our kiss.
“Why are you kissing Mr. Darcy?”
Wes snickered. “Hello, Devon. It’s nice to see you again.”
“Yeah. You too,” he said. “We are so talking about this tomorrow in class.” He laughed.
“No, we are not!” I shouted as he walked away.
He raised his hand for a wave, and I could hear him laughing all the way down the street.
“Oh, my God.” I placed my hand on my forehead.
“It’s not that serious, Sam,” Wes said.
I stared at him for a moment, my lips still trembling from the kiss we shared, and my mind reeling with thoughts of the other night. I wanted him. I wanted to get lost in him and forget about the world for a couple of hours.
“Take me back to your place.” I looked up at Wes.
“Nothing would give me more pleasure.” He grinned, stroking my cheek.
“I only have a couple of hours. I have to get home.”
“I can work with that.” He hooked his arm around me, and we headed to his car.
“Ah,”I moaned as his mouth explored me.
My fingers tightly gripped the sheets as an orgasm tore through me. Wes made his way back up to my lips and softly kissed them as he thrust inside me, my body welcoming him in every way possible. His fingers interlocked with mine as he raised my arms over my head, thrusting in and out, and hitting all the right spots. He let go of my hands and rolled on his back, bringing me on top of him. I moved back and forth as his hands fondled my breasts.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he moaned. “I could do this all night with you.”
“You make me feel so good,” I moaned.
“You deserve to feel good.”
His grip on my hips tightened as I rode him, and the pleasure between us intensified until neither of us could hold back any longer.