Maybe they’re… too small?
As though he can see the self-doubt plaguing me, Will grips my face with both hands, his eyes boring into mine as he rasps, “Do you have any fucking idea how perfect you are?”
Just like that, my insecurities go up in flames. He doesn’t miss a beat, cupping a handful of my breast as his mouth latches onto my painfully tight nipples one by one. Licking, biting, nibbling—he knows exactly what he’s doing. I feel electrified with each stroke of his tongue, slumping against the wall as he gives each tip his undivided attention.
Then he drops to his knees.
Right there.
On my bedroom floor.
All I have to do is take one look at him to know… He’s going to make me forget my own name, isn’t he?
Spreading kisses all over the inside of my thighs, he lifts a hand to my underwear, moving his thumb up and down the fabric. He’s not gentle either. He wants me to feel it all.
And I do.
I squirm as he flicks my clit in slow circles through my panties, but nothing—absolutely nothing—compares to the desire I feel when he practically rips that last barrier off me, hitches my leg up, and starts tongue-fucking me.
His available hand presses down onto my stomach, drilling my body against the wall as his mouth locks onto every sweet spot. I can’t defuse my moans, my head drawing back on its own. But it’s when he squeezes a finger inside me, curling in and out of my body restlessly, that I lose my mind.
I want him.
Right now.
“Will,” I whine. “Please.”
He smirks. “I know, baby. But I’m not done.”
Bastard.
I can’t cope with the sight of him on his knees, looking me dead in the eyes as he eats and fingers the life out of me. He twirls his tongue tentatively around my clit as I watch.
“God, I hate you,” I whimper.
I start to tremble.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” He jams another finger inside me, curling harder. Shit.
He won’t back down until he gets me off, and somehow, that fact alone spurs me over the edge. The pressure builds up in my stomach, my orgasm rolling through me at full force. Hell-bent on making it unbearable, he grips my ass and sucks my clit firmly into his mouth. The sensation is so intense I have to bite my lip not to scream—not moan. Scream. Thank God we’re home alone.
I was never the loud girl in bed.
Until now.
Until him.
Slowly coming back to my senses, I shudder uncontrollably.
Holy motherfucking fuck.
I could get used to this.
Wiping his mouth, he rises to his feet and withdraws his hand, but not without giving my body one last, unexpected pump.
Cocky as ever, he places a light kiss on the corner of my mouth and whispers, “Now, I’m done.”
I hope he’s going to give me a break. Allow me to catch my breath before we get down to business, but he clearly has other plans. Grasping the back of my thighs, he lifts me up into his arms and props me against the wall again.
He smiles at how comatose my orgasm left me and folds my legs around his waist himself, so unbelievably hard I can feel him strain through the stretched fabric of his boxers. He smashes his mouth to mine, not giving a single shit that he was eating me out a few seconds ago. I see him reach for something on my desk. A condom.
When did he even put that there?
“Do you want t—”
“Yes. Yes.” I pant. “Just stop torturing me.” I rock against the swelling in his briefs, and he gives a jerk forward, responding to my body without meaning to. A satisfied grin on his lips, he tugs his underwear—the last thing standing between us—down, tearing the condom packaging open.
I watch as he rolls the latex down his length and guides himself closer, sliding between my lips and teasing my already sensitive clit. He moves back and forth, torturing me, shifting near my entrance without ever taking the last step.
“Will, you’re killing me.” I squirm.
“Not just yet,” he says, gaze locked onto where our bodies meet.
Fuck this shit.
Done with his games, I brace my hands onto his shoulders and give myself a push. In one move, I take him.
All of him.
We both gasp as I sink down onto him. Will because he wasn’t expecting this turn of events, and me because of how large he is. He stretches me painfully, an unwelcomed reminder of how long it’s been since the last time I had sex. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling. The look on his face makes the pain worth it.
“Shit, Kass, you’re… you’re so fucking tight. How are you this goddamn tight?” He crashes his palm to the wall, inches away from my head, like he needs a breather.
“It’s… been a while,” I admit, and his eyes snap open.
“Am I hurting you?” The fear in his gaze liquifies my heart. I’m so glad I’m doing this with him.
“No, it’s fine. Just go slow.”
Nodding, he kisses me gently, inching himself deeper inside me. I wince at the sting in my stomach.
He wasn’t all in?
Squeezing my thigh with his hand, he nibbles at my bottom lip, thrusting in and out of me in a slow, uncertain place.
“Will.” I tremble, and the rolling of his hips speeds up on cue. He goes faster and faster, checking on me regularly. I reassure him every step of the way. Ironically, when he stops holding back, the pain morphs into pleasure.
“Talk to me, baby,” he orders as he picks up the pace. He almost seems annoyed with himself. Angry that he can’t be as gentle as he wanted to be. I can’t bring myself to answer, trapped in a daze.
This feels… I have no words.
“Kass?” He slows his rocking.
“K-Keep going. It feels better this way.”
In response, he pulls out completely, making me wait three never-ending seconds before filling me again with one powerful shove. For the love of all that is holy. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good.
“Will!” I whimper, louder this time, and he grunts.
His mouth comes flush with my ear. “You can’t fucking moan my name like that and expect me to go slow.”
Time of death: right. fucking. now.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he spreads my legs apart and starts pounding into me. And I mean pounding. My eyes roll back on their own. Now that I’m writhing in his arms, there isn’t a single part of me that cares about Kendrick. I don’t regret stripping Will down on my brother’s bed. I couldn’t care less that I’m breaking the sibling rule. Because it led me here.
To this moment.
To being with the guy I love.
He grips my ass with both hands, making me hop up and down on him until my stomach contracts. Our connected, sweaty bodies noisily rattle my bedroom wall. Safe to say it would be more than obvious that we’re having mind-blowing sex to anyone in the house.
“Still think I’m a good little girl?” I tease, bringing him back to what he told me the last time we were getting down and dirty.
“Maybe… What are you going to do about it?” he says in a husky, challenging voice, his middle finger and thumb flicking my right nipple and sending a jolt of energy through me. Set on putting him in his place, I clench around him, bouncing faster. Harder.
His mouth drops.
“Kass, what are you—”