Chapter 11
O ne ring, two...
The phone picked up.
“Andie.” Will’s voice tightened my body. “I was wondering about you.” Shouts and loud music crowded the background on his end. He must be at a party, back at college.
“Did you think we wouldn’t talk ever again?” I tried to sound light and unconcerned.
“I wasn’t sure.” With all the sound bouncing around, Will’s tone managed to be low and intimate. The noise in the background faded.
“Just wanted to hear you,” I murmured. People passed me on the sidewalk, their energy crackling in the evening air, but I barely noticed. “Your voice. It doesn’t even matter what you say.”
I heard Will exhale. “I like hearing your voice too, sweet cousin.” I clenched my thighs against a sudden throb. “Especially when you're saying my name.”
“Will—“ I breathed. Raking a hand through my damp hair, I leaned against a building, the bricks rough on my back. My nipples throbbed, aching with need. My bare arms tingled, sensitive to every waft of city air.
“Just like that, Andie.” Closing my eyes, I let Will's teasing words wash over me. Sweat dripped between my breasts. My panties were already soaked. “I’ve thought about you gasping out my name like that since I went back to school.”
“Bad idea.” I gripped my hair, trying to come back to sanity. “You should focus on studying. Though it’s not like you need to.”
A pause. Then Will chuckled softly. “What about you, sweet girl? Working hard in the city?”
My eyes opened. Staring at the storefront across the street, I blew out air. “Yeah, I am. I’ve gotten more responsibilities since the summer. It’s good. Really good. I’m just trying to forget I’m there because of your dad.”
“Who cares about that?” Will’s voice was sharper, more serious now. “You’re the one doing the work. No one’s going to look at you and think you’re only there because of Richard.”
I blinked. “You mean, not like you.”
Silence. Then Will’s voice dropped to a low murmur again, caressing my ear. “What are you wearing, Andie?”
I couldn’t fight the tide of desire. The solid wall behind me was the only thing keeping me from puddling on the sidewalk.
“A white dress,” I admitted.
“The one you had on at that party, at the beginning of the summer.” It wasn’t a question. I only owned so many dresses.
“Yes.” My heartbeat sped up. I looked down at the white eyelet, the snug bodice hugging my breasts, and felt Will’s hands there. “I should have known you’d remember. You pay more attention to clothes than anyone I know.”
Soft laugh. “I pay more attention to you.”
A shudder ran through my body. I looked up to see a couple of guys staring at me from across the street. Quickly, I started walking again, picking up the pace.
“Then why don’t you?” I asked huskily. “Right now?”
“You want me to, sweet baby? You want me to see you in your pretty little white dress? You want me to take it off?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then ask me.”
A flush ran down my body. A subway station loomed ahead. Once Will had stopped pushing over the summer, I’d learned a lot about asking. So had he.
“I’m walking,” I hissed. The streetlights blurred in front of me. “I’m out in the city.”
“Okay.” I could see his bright smile. “Never mind. Glad work’s going well.”
I sucked in a breath. “Take my dress off, Will,” I whispered.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered back. As sure as his low voice was, there was a definite undertone of relief. “Right on the sidewalk, where everyone can see you.”
“Will!” I gasped. I could feel it, his fingers slipping straps off my shoulders, unzipping the back, letting white cotton slide down my skin. Prickles shot through my body as people pulsed around me on the sidewalk.
“Don’t worry, Andie,” he murmured. His voice, already intimate, was dropping to the lulling murmur that had swept me into a daze over the summer. “No one else can touch you. Just me. And I’m going to touch you in front of everybody. Do you like it when I play with your nipples?”
“Yes,” I breathed. Traffic streamed down the street, headlights and taillights lengthening to streaks in front of me. Heat gathered between my legs, soaking my panties with cream.
“Do you like everyone seeing my hands on your naked body?”
Oh God. Embarrassment fought with arousal. “Yes,” I panted.
“Do you like everyone knowing about us?”
My body tightened. Desire shot straight between my legs. “Will, they can’t— No one can know about us,” I breathed into the phone.
“But everybody’s going to know.” Will’s voice caressed me, flowing over my breasts and stomach, slipping between my legs to tease my throbbing pussy. “Everybody’s going to know about us, Andie, when I fuck you on the sidewalk. I’m behind you, feeling you all over your sweet little curves. Everyone’s watching as I bend you over. Everyone’s watching you take your cousin’s cock into your tight, wet pussy.”
“Will,” I gasped.
“It feels big, doesn’t it?” he whispered. “Little slut. Everyone knows it when you come all over me. You just can’t help yourself. They can’t wait for me to shoot inside you. Do you like that, baby girl?”
“Yes.” The word dropped from my lips. I was shaking with excitement, past caring what anyone around me thought or whether I should even be talking to my cousin. “Do you like hearing me say yes?”
For a second, I just heard heavy breathing.
“Fuck, Andie.” Will groaned softly.
“I need to see you,” I pleaded, giving in.
“Tell me where.”
An hour later, the gleam of a silver SUV flashed on my block, parking down the street from my apartment. A tall, lean figure jumped out. We met on the sidewalk in a sudden hard hug.
I barely registered the clean scent of Will’s cologne, the softness of his unzipped leather jacket against my bare arms and shoulders, his hand sliding up into my thick hair. His muscled arms were tight around me. I buried my face in his chest, breathing against his fine-knit sweater, then stepped back.
Will held me a second longer before he let go. Our hands met, fingers twining together, and I didn’t know if this was a good idea.
“This way,” I panted, dragging him toward my apartment building.
Inside, we stumbled up the three flights of stairs. I fumbled in my purse one-handed. Will’s thumb stroked my other palm, making my head swim, until my fingers closed on the key and I unlocked the door.
“Here.” I turned on the light. “My new place.”
Clear green eyes flicked around the apartment in growing shock. As his hand tightened on mine, Will took in the narrow front hall, the exposed pipes in the bathroom, the charming window view of a brick wall, and the second-hand table wedged in a corner of the kitchen, barely big enough for three mismatched chairs.
I had to laugh. “Trust me, I was lucky to get this.”
“How can you stand living here, Andie?” Will cupped my chin, staring down at me in horror. “I’ll get you someplace better.”
I tugged him into my tiny bedroom, closed the door, and flipped the light switch. Will’s wordless gaze traveled over the patchwork quilt on the bed, the books overflowing the shelves, the plants lining the windowsill, and the cheap art posters tacked to the walls.
“This is home,” I whispered in his ear. “More than anyplace else right now.”
“Okay.” Will's lips twisted in a crooked smile.
He turned to me, crowding me against the wall. Our fingers were still laced together. When he leaned down, his mouth ready for a kiss, I put a hand on his firm chest.
“Will, have you told anyone about us?” I sucked in my breath. He was running a finger inside the neckline of my dress, stroking the tops of my breasts. I couldn’t help arching my back, seeking more touch. “Be honest.”
“No.” Will looked startled. His hand closed over my breast as his free thumb stroked my wrist. “This is between you and me.”
“Good.” I tried to breathe normally, gripping Will’s hand as his fingers grazed my breast again.
“Why?” he murmured in my ear. “What are you so worried about, sweet girl?”
A thumb stroked my nipple into aching hardness. I bit back a gasp.
“I ran into your friends at some fancy bar tonight,” I said quickly. “Spence and Pax.”
“Really.” Will's eyebrows lifted. His other hand let mine go, moving to my breast. Both hands cupped the small mounds now, expertly stroking. “Did they give you a hard time?”
“They were themselves.”
When he pinched my nipples suddenly, I clutched his waist, running my palms up his chest. There were too many layers in the way: leather jacket, cashmere sweater, collared shirt, undershirt... I squeezed his shoulders, firm and muscled through the leather, and moaned softly at the sensation of tender buds being rolled between my cousin's fingers.
“Because if anyone gives you a hard time, Andie—“ Will's breath was warm against my ear again — “about anything at all, tell me.”
Impulsively, I started to giggle. No matter how much influence Will or his parents had, or thought they had, no one could be that powerful. His hands on my breasts were ticklish and tingling. Nerves made my body hum. My own hands couldn't stop roaming over his chest and arms now, gripping his back when he gave my nipple another firm pinch.
“Okay, then maybe you can do something about the person who pushed me on the subway to get a seat.” I tugged his crisp button-down and clean white undershirt out of his pants. My hands slid to the spot on Will’s hard stomach where he was the most ticklish. He writhed, laughing, and grabbed my wrists. “Or my manager, who wants everything done yesterday.”
“You'd be surprised.” He kissed my ear. His warm breath sent a shudder through me. Our laughter died away.
When I pulled my wrists free of his grasp to tug his hair, sure fingers worked the straps of my dress over my shoulders. The cool scrape of metal made me shiver as he unzipped the back of my dress. Thumbs hooked into my sopping panties, sliding the thin material over my slender hips.
“Fuck,” he whispered, staring at the sprinkling of freckles on my creamy skin, the slopes of my breasts capped with little pink buds, and the fluff of copper curls between my legs. My nipples, already hard, puckered even more under his gaze. I gripped his firm waist to stay upright. “I didn’t know if you’d call, Andie.”
“I didn't know either,” I breathed. “I wasn't sure.”
I still wasn't. But as hot lips closed on my neck, my hands found the hard bulge in his pants.
I'd touched Will so many times over the summer. Stroked his shaft, taken him in my mouth, caressed his balls as he flooded my tongue with cum.
But here in my city bedroom, everything I owned around us, miles away from my aunt and uncle's luxurious house, it felt like the first time. It shocked me all over again.
Will grunted softly. “That's right, Andie. Squeeze me harder, baby girl. Just like that.”
I flushed, stroking his erection through thick cotton with both hands.
Swiftly, Will shrugged off his jacket. His sweater followed, then his crisp button-down. He tugged his clean white undershirt over his head. Everything flew onto the heap of clothes on my chair. My fingers fumbled with his fly. Unzipping his pants, I slid them down. Then I stood still, only able to stare for a minute.
Will was just so beautiful. Too beautiful. His sculpted cock stood out from his tanned body -- satiny, hard, and pointing at me. In a daze, I wrapped my fingers around his smooth shaft. It pulsed in my hand. My thumb stroked the pearl of liquid hanging from the tip, rubbing it into his head.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned.
One hand tangled in my long hair. The other roamed over my naked body, greedily squeezing soft curves and smooth skin. My knees went weak. I gripped Will's cock as if it would keep me upright, stroking it more firmly.
“Will—“ I panted.
“What is it, Andie? Sweet baby, tell me.”
For a second, I just looked into his eyes, pleading. His face was flushed, his brown hair messy from my hands and curling around his ears. His mouth was half-open, and he grunted when I gave his cock a sudden squeeze.
Then I stretched up and kissed him.
Will groaned. The kiss was soft. Will's lips were soft. His tongue was soft too, and so warm, flicking at my lips until they parted to let him in. Heat unfurled in my body. I gasped at his tongue filling my mouth. Clenching my thighs together against a flood of need, I nudged him forward, and we fell together onto my bed.
When Will took my nipple in his mouth, then worked the puffy bud between his teeth, I let out a shriek. When sure fingers discovered the wetness between my legs, then sank suddenly inside my tight opening, I groaned out loud, arching my back in helpless desire.
“Little slut cousin,” he crooned, massaging me from the inside. “So fucking ready for me.”
“Will, oh God…” I didn’t even try to keep my voice down. After a summer of sneaking around, keeping our voices to whispers, biting back moans and gasps, it felt so good to make some noise. “Will!” I screamed suddenly when hot lips sucked sharply on my neck again, making my head spin.
I could only clutch his rippling back, gasping. Those same lips moved greedily down my chest, licking and marking me.
I writhed against my cousin’s hand, squeezing down hard. I’d gotten used to taking Will inside me over the summer. After that first time in the woods, he’d been slow and careful, until it didn’t hurt anymore.
But his wriggling fingers, moving firmly in and out of my pussy, stroking and stretching me, were almost too much. Firm pressure rolled over my clit as his thumb pressed the little nub, rubbing the sensitive tip again and again.
“You feel so good,” I moaned. He did feel so good. It was so good to give in.
“That’s right, Andie,” Will breathed. “Just open up to me. Such a sweet, wet little pussy. You’re going to come soon, aren’t you, baby? You need it so badly. I can tell.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Will, yes…”
Green eyes met mine, hazed with lust. Eyes the same shape as mine. I gripped him in sudden sharp need, spasming on his fingers. My moans filled the room. I clung to Will’s firm arm, shaking with pleasure, hugging his hand between my thighs in a long orgasm.
Fingers left my slippery folds. A hot mouth closed over mine. I kissed Will hungrily, all the desire of the past two weeks snaking from my tongue to his. When my fingers skated over his hard stomach and brushed his firm erection, he jerked against me.
“Kneel down, little cousin,” he ordered. His voice, usually smooth, was ragged at the edges. “Suck my cock.”
“Yes…“ I panted, sliding off my rumpled sheets. I knelt on the rug next to my bed, looking up at Will as I opened my lips to take him in. His smooth cock filled my mouth. Hands caressed my hair, fisting in the thick waves. Will didn’t hold back his growls as I eagerly licked his velvety head, lapping up the dew that hung from the tip.
“Just like that, Andie,” he grunted. “You do that so well.”
I shuddered with need, craving his words. I’d already come, but my nipples hardened into little peaks again. My pussy was a pool of hot desire. I sucked harder, stroking his shaft, cupping his heavy balls in my palm, as Will’s breathing got heavier.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Sweet slut. You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you? You know it belongs inside you, good girl.”
I whimpered around his thick erection, sliding one finger behind his balls to massage the sweaty skin. As his hips flexed and he began to thrust over my tongue, I stared up into Will’s hooded eyes, soaked with lust and locked on me.
Suddenly, his cock left my mouth, and my lips closed on air.
“Will, wait—“ I gasped. But warm hands were helping me up, lifting me easily onto the bed, pulling me to the edge of my mattress. Soft sheets rubbed against my skin. Palms opened my trembling thighs.
Will stood between my legs, naked and flushed, his breathing rapid with lust. My back arched off the bed when one hand firmly cupped my mound. Fingers spread my wet center.
“You want me to fuck you, Andie?” he growled.
“Yes,” I breathed. A hot blush bloomed on my cheeks.
“Really? You want me deep inside you, sweet baby?”
Yes,” I gasped, jerking when thickness probed my entrance. “Don’t tease.”
“Are you completely sure?” Will massaged my thighs, opening them wide. His cock rubbed up and down my soaked core.
“Yes.” I clutched his waist, my hands waking up to the play of his muscles. “Please.”
Strong hands gripped my hips, holding them on the edge of the bed. His head sank suddenly into my pussy.
“Will!” I shrieked, digging my fingers into his waist.
“Baby girl,” he groaned. “Still so tight. It’s been too long since you’ve taken me inside you.”
Slowly, slowly, the pressure withdrew. Then he plunged in again, slippery and hot. As he filled me, sure palms eased my knees up, pushing them firmly against my breasts, and all I could say was yes.
“You’re soaking wet.” Will’s soft whispers wove between my pants and moans. “You need this more often, don’t you? You shouldn’t have waited so long to call me.”
“I had to,” I panted. I felt so full of Will from this angle, overwhelmed as he worked his cock in and out of my clasping pussy. “I didn’t know— I don’t know— Oh God, Will.” My head fell back.
“Fuck, Andie,” he whispered. He thrust longer and harder, frenzied, making me shake, until he let out one long groan after another.
For a minute, neither of us moved. Will stood over me, sweat-slicked and panting. I lay beneath him, sprawled on the edge of my bed.
When I wriggled my hips, green eyes slowly focused on me. Will rubbed my thighs, his cock still buried in my tightness, until I sighed and relaxed again. Only then did he ease out of me.
We fell together onto my bed, arms around each other. I buried my face in his warm shoulder, tangling my hands in his hair, and breathed in his crisp, clean scent, while he stroked my hair down my back the way he had so many times over the summer.