Chapter 8 #3
“Fuck this.” I growled and turned back toward the stairs, and he snagged my wrist, dragging me into the room.
His lips crashed against mine, and I tugged him close.
Vaguely, I registered the door slamming shut.
I wasn’t thinking and spun us, slamming him against the wall.
He let out a grunt that might’ve been sexy or pained—or both.
I leaned back to stare into his brown eyes.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” he said, then slid his hand to the back of my head and pulled me into the kiss. It was a battle. Lips, teeth, his hands kneading my ass so hard it was painful, walking that line between pleasure and agony. It was so fucking good.
Thrusting against him made another one of those sounds escape him, and when I pulled back, he grabbed my hips so hard it ached.
“Just do what I know you fucking want to do. Don’t hold back,” he ordered.
“But—”
“If I have to accept you sidelining me for the shit on the bikes, you better give me anything I want here. I get what I want.” He slid his hand down to grab my dick.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I let him massage me roughly through my jeans and bit my bottom lip. “Uh-huh.”
He gave me a harsh squeeze that was just this side of too much. “Fuck me like you mean it or I’ll get someone else to do it.”
“I’ll kill him,” I said with no hesitation.
Fire burned in his eyes and he looked like he wanted to devour me. “Good.”
His lips were back on mine. I let go. I stopped holding back.
Will wasn’t small, but I was no weakling, and I put my arms around him and lifted, propping him against the wall.
His thick thighs wrapped around me, and I almost swooned with how fucking perfect all his muscles were, capturing me where he needed me to rub my dick against his. I thrust and whined.
“Should I stop and—”
“I will tell you if I need you to stop,” he said, then went right back to kissing me.
Life was fucking good. Will arched against me, and I ground my dick against his until we almost started a fire. Tension popped pleasantly through my body. Finally, he must’ve had enough because he unlocked his legs from around me and his feet fell heavily to the floor.
But I was on the edge of busting. I had fucking needs I’d been shoving to the back seat.
“Pants off,” I said, fumbling with his belt.
He nodded.
Between the two of us, we got his belt unbuckled and his jeans shoved down to his knees. I moaned when his dick came into view, and I dropped to the floor, wrapping my lips around the head. The burst of salty sweetness inspired me to suck hard.
“This isn’t what I fucking want,” Will said, but he cupped the back of my head and gasped as I bobbed on his shaft and tongued his cockhead. When I slid back, he hissed out air through his teeth.
“Don’t fucking care. I want this.” I glared up at him.
His smirk was fucking beautiful.
“Turn around.”
For a second, he frowned, but then he nodded and did what I asked without argument—for once.
I shoved him and shuffled back a few feet on my knees until I had his ass in front of my face, dusted with dark hair.
I spread his cheeks and looked at his hole, but that wasn’t exactly why I was back here.
His guiche piercing glimmered, and I moved so that the lamplight by the bed, which he must’ve left on earlier, gleamed on the silver hoop through his perineum.
“Have you ever had someone do this?” I asked.
“Do what? Ogle my ass? Probably,” he grumped.
I snorted and couldn’t stop myself from grinning as I leaned forward to suck on the hoop.
I used my tongue to tug on it and felt pretty damned proud when he moaned and thrust back against me.
I took my time teasing him, sucking on that spot.
I kept going until he reached back and began to tug on my hair, not that it was long enough for much.
By the way he manhandled me, I knew he must be getting ready to blow.
“You like it?” I asked, then yanked on the ring a little with my teeth.
He tugged on the short strands of my hair until it burned, and I slipped up to tongue his asshole. My cock felt a foot long as it twitched and jerked. Fuck knew when he’d last showered, but I didn’t give a damn. I tasted him and an earthiness that had me digging my tongue in for more.
He smacked the wall, and someone out in the hallway pounded back.
“Fuck me, don’t piss around,” he snapped.
Oh, no, he didn’t get to call all the shots. I bit his sturdy asscheek, and he hissed.
“Shut the fuck up and enjoy,” I fired back.
“Fuck.” That one word was manly and dirty and everything I wanted from Will.
“Don’t move.” I hopped to my feet and swayed for a second. My head rushed and my cock wasn’t pleased as I stumbled over to the nightstand where we’d stashed the lube. I grabbed the bottle and came back, not able to get my pants unzipped fast enough. I didn’t wait, just slathered my dick.
“Do you want me to prep you or just fuck you like you said?”
“Do it.” He glared over his shoulder, and I felt pretty fucking proud at the blissed-out look in his eyes.
“Happy to follow orders, sir.” I stepped closer and saluted with the lube bottle, then doused my dick.
He chuckled. “Like hell.” His laughter abruptly became a moan as I slid into the tight heat of his body, forcing my way deep inside.
My Jacob’s ladder made his asshole tense on my dick each time a bar slid in, which was the biggest fucking tease on the planet.
It had my abs flexing and jumping as pleasure twisted up in my gut.
I tossed the lube so I could use both hands to grip his waist. All I could do for a few seconds was rest my forehead against his sturdy shoulder.
“Do it,” he said, and his hole fluttered around me.
“Shit.” I tugged back, then thrust into him. “Tell me if—”
“Trust me or fuck someone else,” he snapped.
“All right, dickhead.” I slapped my hands onto the wall above him, and for the first time, I focused on me. My dick. The wet, intoxicating heat. And fucking him as fast as possible because I’d been on edge for a while without knowing it.
Thank fuck, he was in the same sorry fucking state I was and it didn’t take long before he was tugging on his dick. I wanted to do it, but I was too far gone.
Smashing my cock against his prostate became my one life goal. I bent my knees until he was shouting each time I pounded into him, then closed my eyes as a sledgehammer of heat slammed into my groin. My balls drew up and I emptied every drop of cum I had directly into Will’s ass.
“Fuck, keep moving!”
Nodding, I rocked my hips while he whined and shivered in my arms, and I tugged him away from the wall a second too late.
His cum dripped down and he leaned against me.
I almost dropped him when his knees gave out, and I laughed as I carefully eased free of his ass, then walked him over to the bed.
We both collapsed onto it, side by side.
Will gasped and rested his hands on his ribs. Now that we weren’t fucking, that was definitely a pain glaze in his eyes, not anything good.
“Shit.” My knees were putty when I hopped to my feet and tucked my messy dick back into my jeans. “Why didn’t you tell me to stop? I’ll get your pain meds.”
He nodded. “Didn’t want you to stop.”
I went to go look on his dresser where he had a certifiable pharmacy, but he snagged my wrist. I stopped, staring down at him on the bed with his dick draped over his thigh and his pants around his ankles. I felt proud. Even if he was in pain, he was seriously fucked out.
“I’m not getting left out of anything else,” he said quietly.
Dread churned in my stomach for a few seconds, but I was feeling too good from fucking him to let the sensation linger.
“Love you,” I whispered.
“If you love me, let me get out there.”
Everything in me screamed no at the idea. What would’ve happened if we’d taken him tonight? Realistically, probably nothing, exactly like I’d walked back through that door unscathed. Of course, I could’ve died.
After a few seconds, I nodded.
“Good, get me the fucking good stuff. My ribs hurt.” He draped his arm across his eyes.
My heart ached, but I nodded again, even though he couldn’t see me, and shot off to get him what he needed.