Chapter 23 #2
Tossing my head toward the ceiling, I moan out a confirmation. “I fucking hate condoms, and I’ve never been with someone and not worn one.” I fix my attention back on Drew, eyes burning into her. “Going without for the first time with you sounds like a dream.”
I stroke myself once at the thought of her warm pussy without any barriers. Any more, and I’ll come right in front of her.
“I need to see you. How much longer are you going to make me wait?”
She lifts one challenging brow and finally does what I originally asked.
Like a good fucking girl.
Legs still closed, she tosses her sleep shorts at me. I catch them against my chest, bringing them to my nose and inhaling.
Fuck. I’m going to eat well tonight.
“Spread them, Baby,” I demand once again.
Just like I anticipated, Drew takes her time. This girl is her own woman. The way she twists me up, making me wait on her every move, is precisely why I’m obsessed with her.
“You rock my fucking world,” I breathe out slowly, heartbeat thumping in my ears.
“I know.”
Raising her knees, she drags her feet apart to reveal a beautiful pink pussy, glistening in the soft lighting in the room. She keeps herself totally bare, and I love that.
“Did you wax especially for me?” I ask, scrubbing a hand over my jaw.
She shakes her head.
Of course she didn’t.
Moving toward her, I kneel on the bed between her thighs, bracing my palms on either side of her elbows. My chain dangles down between us, and I’m tempted to reveal the meaning behind it, but all in good time. Vulnerable Will isn’t what she needs tonight.
“What are you waiting for?” she whispers.
I grip my shaft and edge toward her entrance, chest tightening, cortisol spiked at an all-time high. I pause for the briefest second.
She looks up at me, and then I see it—the flash of uncertainty.
Taking my body weight on one hand, I use the other to tip her chin up.
“For the record, I’m not hesitating because I’m having second thoughts with you, Drew. But because we’ll never be here again—about to have sex for the first time. I want to savor this moment with you.”
She takes her own weight on one arm and wraps her hand around my cock.
One languid pump from her surges my hips forward until I’m pushing inside her, and Drew falls back onto both elbows.
“Fuck, Will, fuck!”
Moans of my name, tiny gasps from her lips—they all leave me biting on the inside of my cheek while I work myself inside her.
Her head falls back, and I take full advantage, sucking hard at the base of her neck.
“You’re going to mark me up.”
“Mine.” A single word leaves me, but she doesn’t flinch at the possession in it or when I mark her again and smooth my tongue to ease the sting.
When I’m all the way inside, I sit back on my haunches and wrap my hands under her thighs until she’s straddling me and our chests are pressed together.
I love her like this, towering over me like some kind of goddess.
She moves her hips and moans into the bedroom. If this place wasn’t so big, then we’d definitely be heard.
Drew’s body trembles in my hands, and I reach behind my back, wrapping her legs around me. I want to be as deep inside her as possible. To worship every inch of her body before I ruin it for any other man.
“Kiss me,” I plead, pulling her mouth down to mine. “You’re mine, Drew. Mine.”
While our tongues tangle, Drew rocks over me again. Each time she moves, my cock buries itself deeper.
She breaks the kiss. “I won’t last long like this,” she gasps into the crook of my neck.
Wrapping my fist in her hair, I pull her head back so I can mark her again.
“It’ll be the first of many, so go ahead and come all over my dick.”
I snap my hips into her, and she screams my name in a way that I’ll forever repeat in my brain.
So, I do it again, only harder this time.
“Will,” Drew warns, “if you keep doing that, I’m going to ruin these bedsheets.”
Oh, hell yes.
Over and over, I piston into her. Thrusts lacking mercy, yet perfectly placed to steal my first orgasm from her pussy.
“The best sex ever.”
I grin up at her. “Just getting started.”
She deadpans, and that’s it—her bratty attitude sends me right to the edge of losing it altogether.
“On your motherfucking knees,” I grit out, moving her into position. “It’s a shame I can’t manipulate this body and stay inside it, but”—I crack a palm against her right ass cheek and maneuver myself behind her—“I want you from behind, and compromises need to be made.”
My cock’s dripping, and she’s panting exactly the way I want, fisting the bedsheets while she waits for me to fuck her.
“Stay strong for me, Baby. Don’t collapse on me,” I say when I thrust back inside and her legs begin to shake.
She tips her head over one shoulder, ocean-colored eyes more of a midnight blue as she parts her ass cheeks for me.
I think I just fell in love.
“You know, that’s not very fucking professional,” I goad, looping one arm around her waist so I can pound into her like we both want.
“Screw professionalism.” She half laughs, half cries.
“Or how about I just screw you, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Her voice turns devilish. “Fuck me until I’m sore, Will.”
I pull out and jackhammer back into her. “Call me William.”
Big eyes narrow at me. “I only call you that when I’m mad at you. That or Hotshot.”
She spreads her knees wider and leaks all over my dick.
“I fucking love it when you’re mean to me. Call me William.”
“Will-i-am,” Drew pushes out between desperate pants.
“Atta-fucking-girl.”