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“I’ll be by later.”
“Alright.”
Wesker could hear the change in your voice. He heard the tremble in your affirmation, the way excitement seemed to bleed through the receiver. His fingers curled tighter around his office phone, and he pulled it closer to his mouth. Wesker dropped his voice lower. His door was closed, blinds drawn, but he was ever-cautious.
“Last chance.”
“Albert.” The use of his name gave him pause. It was sharp, insistent, prickling with your desire. He could hear the smile on your lips. “You’ll see me tonight.”
Because you wouldn’t see him. Wesker had been fighting long hours at the station. (At least, that was what he had been telling you.) Your sex life had taken the brunt of the stress. Mismatched schedules, only time for quick lunch dates sometimes, and the both of you had felt the frustration building.
When you’d brought the idea up, Wesker could taste how serious you were behind the light tone you’d covered it up with. You might as well fuck me while I’m sleeping. At least then we’d get some action. Eyes sliding over, peeking through your lashes, you’d found him already staring. Wesker had reached across the console of his car and placed his hand on your thigh. Dick straining in his pants, Wesker growled out, That can be arranged.
A few more conversations, a copy of your key in his hands, and it was set. Wesker remembered you were on the opposite end of the phone, and he purred quietly, “You will.”
The receiver clicked into place. Wesker steepled his fingers together, elbows leaning on his desk. His nostrils flared. Arousal made him shut his eyes and grit his teeth. He still had two hours at the station. And a visit to Birkin. It was a long day. Precisely why you’d made this little arrangement.
It was past two in the morning when Wesker slotted the key in your lock. He pushed his way inside and shut the door behind him. Quietly, Wesker sat on your couch and unlaced his boots. He placed them in their usual spot near the door, and he padded through the familiar space. When Wesker found your bedroom, the door was wide open.
You were sleeping above the covers, no doubt thinking of how to make this all easier. Wesker threw one knee onto the mattress, watching it dip. Your form hardly moved as he crawled closer. Wesker pushed one of your legs off to the side before settling between them. His fingers trailed along the soft flesh of your thighs; your nose twitched. Wesker reached further, index finger hooking into the seam of your sleep shorts and pulling them easily to the side. What he saw made his mouth water.
Your cunt was swollen, clit desperately begging for any attention as it peeked from beneath your hood. Slick made your lips shine, smeared along your legs. Wesker brushed his thumb across your nub and watched it jump. He couldn’t be certain, but it definitely looked like you’d spent some time edging yourself just before bed.
Wesker dropped his head down; his fist curled more fully into the fabric covering you and peeled it back until it was caught in the divot where your hip met your leg. Wesker was close enough to smell your arousal, and it only egged him forward. His tongue dipped into your wet entrance before gliding up to swirl across your clit. He huffed out a quiet sound at the taste of you. It made his cock stiffen.
One of your legs pulled upward in response. Your hands were still resting against your chest. The only change was to your breathing, a little shallower. Wesker gave you a few more licks, saliva mixing with the fluid spilling from you to make his entry simpler.
After a moment, Wesker leaned up; he flicked open the button on his pants, zipper pulling down with what felt like the loudest sound in the world. He tugged his dick free. Wesker gripped his shaft, pumping slowly as he took you in.
Your nipples were poking at the fabric of your tank top, your arms having slid down. Wesker’s free hand extended out to pinch one between his fingers. It made your body twitch, and for a moment, Wesker thought you might wake. But you sank back against the mattress. Your hands twitched near your stomach. Wesker leaned over.
He tapped the head of his cock against your hard clit. He rubbed it slowly between your folds. Wesker eased himself against your dripping cunt. Your walls were relaxed, but as soon as he started to push his way in, they started to squeeze, sucking him in. Wesker bared his teeth. A little attempt at self-control as his cock was pulled deeper by your throbbing pussy.
Small sounds left your throat. The first real indication that you were feeling something. Wesker growled low, burying his cock fully inside. You were so hot, so wet. Wesker hovered close to your ear; he panted softly. One hand braced on the pillow you rested on while the other curled around your jaw. He tilted your face toward him, watching as your expression changed even while you slept. Your lips parted. Wesker licked over them, leaving the lingering taste of yourself against your mouth. Your face pinched as Wesker thrust into you slowly.
A moan came from Wesker, breathed out against your ear. He released your jaw to reach down and hike your leg up, fingers digging into the well at the back of your knee. Wesker kept his pace slow. Each rock of his hips was a practice in restraint. But his patience was wearing thin. The way your cunt urged him deeper, practically wept for more, was like a knife to the rope holding him back.
Unable to stand it, Wesker propped himself up. He gripped your hip, dragging you toward him. His hips snapped forward, and Wesker moaned at the way you clamped down. Wesker dropped your leg to push his thumb into the bead of your clit, sweeping it roughly until your walls fluttered.
Wesker’s cock twitched as he watched your eyes flit open. Sleepy, confused, then remembrance. You tried to smile up at him, delighted just to see him, but then he jammed his thumb against you harder. Your back arched. Surprise danced over your features as he brought you to orgasm seconds after waking. Wetness flooded from your pussy, juices soaking his dick as Wesker continued to fuck you through it. You pulsed around him. Your voice didn’t work, heavy whines cracking and breaking like waves.
Wesker moved his hand away from your clit. He dove forward and caught your mouth in a kiss to muffle his moan. He shoved his cock into you. His teeth bit down a little too heavy on your bottom lip as he came. Your thighs wound around his hips. Wesker dragged his dick out and let it rest on your clit as he kept spilling. You gasped when you felt his come leak over your still-sensitive clit, the heat almost unbearable.
“You weren’t supposed to wake me up,” you croaked.
Wesker left a kiss on your neck. “So go back to sleep.”
You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Don’t know if I can now.”
“A shame.”
It made you laugh. Wesker hid his smile against your skin. He breathed in the scent of you; your hands cupped the sides of his face, and you pulled him into a soft kiss. Affectionate. Adoring. Wesker was loath to admit how much he liked it. He pulled back, pushing his nose into the apple of your cheek.
“Now that I’m up…” Your voice was thick with implication. Wesker licked a stripe up the side of your face. It made you shiver.
“Shameless.” It was spoken in a soft rumble. But there was no bite in the way he said it. He felt your hands start to slip open the buttons of his shirt. Wesker dropped his fingers to your cunt and slipped them inside. He sucked a bruise into the flesh of your neck.
“I missed you,” you whispered. You pushed the fabric off his shoulders. Wesker pressed his forehead to the bend of your jaw. He didn’t answer. Wasn’t sure how. But luckily, any other words you had sitting on your tongue were lost to a moan when he curled his fingers.
Late nights. Early mornings. And yet here you were. Accommodating. Eager to please. So open in all the ways that Wesker wished you weren’t. It made leaving harder. It made everything harder.
Wesker let his thoughts be chased away as you guided his cock back to your folds. He slipped inside. You coiled around him, and Wesker bit back the urge to speak.
I missed you, too.