Kiss first, think later
Nobody tells you that the perfect timing is when the Fuck it urge is at its strongest. My body also screams Fuck yes as soon as my lips crash into Will’s. Screaming with both lungs.
They are so soft under mine, just like how I remember them. His tongue eagerly touches my lips. Oh fuck, I have missed the taste of him. I open my mouth and within seconds, our tongues tangle, playfully, tentatively.
His hand raises to my hair, his thumb rubs the soft skin below my ear. My lungs have become useless at this point. That masculine, sandalwood, citrus scent has been driving me mad as soon as I stepped into his room.
I grab his hair and pull him down to me and that summons the sweetest groan from his throat. That sound makes my heart go completely fucking feral.
One minute, I’m turning towards Will, kissing him with all I’ve got. The next, I’m lying down my back, on his bed with Will hovering his muscular body over me. His large hand curls around my ass, bringing me even closer to his hip.
Will gives my ass cheek a little squeeze and a little whimper escapes my lips.
I push him back and pull his shirt over his head.
Mother of— I stare at his Zeus chest. I have missed this since he’s been covering himself up from the injury. A faint purple bruise still colours his ribs.
I run my fingers lightly over it. His hands are actually shaking.
Will Mercer, who shoots eighty-six percent from the free-throw line with two thousand people screaming at him.
“It’s nothing.” He assures me in his hoarse, low voice.
That only encourages my hand from wandering on his chest. A faint trail of hair runs down the centre of his chest, and I’ve been dying to trace it every time he walks around the house topless.
What I’ve learned in the next two minutes, is that there is no strip tease with Will Mercer. Thank fuck. I don’t think I’ll survive that. His hazel eyes darken as he pulls my clothes off in one go.
“You never wear bras.” He gasps when my top hits somewhere on the floor.
I smile sweetly at him. That smile doesn’t stay for much longer as he dives down and swirls his tongue on my already peaked nipple. They’re so hard, they hurt and Will’s soft tongue does nothing but soothe them, then makes them even harder at his touch.
Well, I guess we’re not doing the pull a girl’s tiny thong off with one’s teeth tonight. Because his mouth is still on my tit when he hooks a finger on the edge of my thong and pulls it down my curled up legs.
A hiss escapes his lips when he leans back to stare at my bare body, lying on his bed sheet. “You’re so perfect.”
Raspy compliment first. The guy has manners, I see. More importantly, I’ve never seen Will like this before. His face is still but it says ten different things. One of them, I hope is awe.
“I need you, Maddy.” He dives back to whisper into my neck.
His breath hits my ear, hot enough to send the reaction straight between my legs. I clench around nothing. Just me and my own body enjoying itself.
Oh Madonna. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.
My hands lock around his shoulders. Will lets out a groan, that is borderline defeated now. And we haven’t even done anything yet.
I lift my head and lick his chest. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long and as soon as my tongue runs down his skin, Will’s hands push me back down to the bed.
His hand cups my breast, firmer this time and now it’s his turn to taste my neck. All the air in the room is officially gone. None left. I can’t breathe.
We’re literally fighting to taste each other.
I reach up again to kiss his jaw, biting whatever I could reach.
Then Will lifts his head again and he gives me the smallest smirk when his thumb traces along the inside of my thigh, moving higher.
My head jerks down into a nod instinctively.
And because my body now has a brain of its own, my hand moves below his abs. His eyes shut immediately when I start feeling his thick dick, hidden under the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
Will's breath catches.
“You’re rock hard.” And throbbing. So big. Perfect in my palm.
He slowly opens his eyes.
“No shit.” He smirks again, voice thick and rough. “I’ve been hard since you got into this bed.”
Oh fuck. It should be a crime to say that in that voice with those eyes.
The pants need to be gone. Why is he wearing pants?
He rolls his hips once more, deliberately, letting me feel exactly what is not inside me right now. My legs jerk on his side.
Before I could tell Will to stop being stupid, he moans hoarsely into my ear when his palm cups my heat, feeling exactly how wet I’ve been since his tongue plays with mine.
“Maddy. You’re—” He tries again. “I love that—” He exhales sharply and gives up altogether.
Instead, his finger drags the wetness all over my clit and starts circling. Circle. Not rub. Slow and ever so deliberate.
Oh God. My hip lifts off the bed all on its own.
“Feels good?” He whispers.
“M…” That is not a sound.
“Tell me how you like it.”
“Mm.” Another barely a sound. My hands still stroking his length over the fabric. I can’t be touched alone. I have to give him something, too. That’s just basic courtesy.
“Uh-oh. Not yet.” He pants and uses his free hand to move mine away from his dick at once. “Harder?” He keeps circling my clit.
“Mm.” I really try. Words are not my strongest quality right now.
“Slower?” He pops himself on an elbow to touch me properly.
“Mm.”
“More pressure or less?” His voice might as well be dipped in honey.
But it’s not smooth honey.
He’s breathing like the end of a suicide drill, like he’s negotiating with his own body.
“Will— Whatever you want.” I blurt out. His finger feels entirely differently to mine and I don’t know how to tell someone what to do with my body.
Will stops altogether, looking straight at me. “Maddy.”
“I don’t know.” My voice comes out so small I could barely hear it myself. “I’m not sure… ” I admit, almost embarrassingly.
“Then I guess we’re about to find out.” His finger slips inside me.
Oh my God.
“Just say more or less.” Will murmurs.
My internal muscles immediately squeeze his finger and Will’s ragged breath makes my hair stand up.
He curls his finger while his thumb resumes the business of working my clit. No one has fingered me before. Hell. I have not fingered myself either.
I found one thing that worked when I was fifteen and I have been extremely loyal to it ever since.
Is this how it feels when a finger flicks, exploring my inside?
“Maddy.” Will flutters his eyes shut again. “How do you feel this good?” He rasps.
I almost laugh at his confession and the genuine look on his face.
Will’s supposed to be experienced. He’s supposed to fuck half of this campus, and it’s a very big campus. His bare ass in the library is captured forever and supposedly gossiped about in some Drama group chat.
But the expression he gives me right now is like he never touched a girl before.
“More or less?” He grazes his lips on my cheek.
I can’t answer. My throat is dry as sand.
“Tell me what makes you feel good.” He growls softly while his fingers still move inside me.
“More.” I breathe out.
“Like this?” He presses my clit harder, circling it tentatively.
“Mm.” My head bounces down.
And my whole body tenses, then it lights up all at once. My gut is tightened up inside me, and no other audible things leave my mouth.
“You like it like this.” Will leans down to kiss my nose, then leans back to watch me entirely losing it. “I think I got it.”
His finger keeps moving when he presses open kisses all over my heated face. Even with my eyes half closed, I can feel him smiling. That cocky smile that goes straight into my chest.
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispers into my mouth. His other hand squeezes my breast firmly. “I love your tits. I’ve been dying to touch them.” Another squeeze. “All these times…”
Oh my— He’s definitely not the quiet one.
But now is not the time to compliment my tits. Not when I am literally heaving and forget where I am. But if he thinks they are perfect, I guess they are.
That is the last coherent thought I manage before orgasm washes through me, slowly building up at first then all at once without warning.
My legs lock up and my head tip back into his pillow, floating away in this bliss.
Eighteen years, one boyfriend, several beach houses and two boys whose names I remember incorrectly on purpose, and not one of them has ever got me there.
I have done it myself in the dark approximately nine hundred times and I had genuinely started to think it was a me thing. A wiring issue. Something I'd have to manage privately for the rest of my life like a dietary requirement.
Will just did it with his hand.
And even then, he does not stop.
Both of my arms snake around his neck to pull myself up and press my face hard into his throat, branding my ragged moans into his skin. There’s nowhere else for them to go.
What even is this? This tingling current that keep coursing through my vein, after the orgasm’s already hit me.
My teeth bite the skin on his throat, his shoulder. I don’t know what to do because this never happened before.
“There you go.” His hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me closer.
When he finally stops his fingers, Will pulls me back a little and nuzzles his nose against mine. “Feels good?”
I give him a breathless grin. “Fucking good.”
And I swear, his eyes beam. Boy-ish. Charming. So satisfied. I almost get lost in those dark hazel eyes.
“Will. Do you have a condom?” I demand urgently.
He tilts his head at me. I huff a breath. This is the worst time to be careful and controlling.
“Yeah.” He takes his finger out, rolling off me just enough to reach for the nightstand drawer.
I watch him fumble with it, and pull out a small packet. He finally, finally pulls down his pants and kicks them off the bed, his dick springs free with a little pop.
I cannot look away. It’s literally throbbing and this guy has been playing me with his fingers this whole time.
My hand reaches out to feel the veins on his dick, warm in my palm. Will exhales sharply as soon as my fingers wrapped around his base, then something so close to a throaty moan escapes him.
“Maddy.” He physically removes my hand. “I need you to understand that I have been extremely disciplined.” He swallows. “If you keep touching me, I’ll come in four seconds.”
NO. My head jerks up.
Four seconds?
Oh, right. The guy hasn’t had sex in how long? Eight months now?
“Why do you have condoms?” I have to ask. It’s a very valid question. “Are they still usable?”
A sharp grin flashes across his face as he tears it open with ease and sheathes himself quickly before shifting back over me again. His skin hot against mine. “Stop asking silly questions, Maddy. You really think I’m not prepared?”
He nudges my legs open with his knee and lines himself up against me.
Fuck. I don’t care about his answer anymore. There’s nothing hotter than a man taking his time to get himself lined up in between your legs while looking straight at you in the eyes, smirking.
He knows whats coming and he’s not rushing it.
But fuck. I am. I need it.
Especially when I look down and see his hand wrapping around his own dick, rubbing it against my heat like he’s testing it. Then, like the cocky captain that he is, lets his cock head rest at my entrance instead of pushing it in and fucking giving it to me.
“You want it?” He asks quietly, voice rough with need.
Fucking teaser.
He keeps his dick right where it is, barely pressed against my entrance, feeling me.
“Do you?” Because I am a menace, I can’t help myself.
“Oh, I do.” He growls softly. “So fucking badly, Maddy.” He hovers over me, pressing his dick closer, just the tip.
Oh fucking hell.
“I want to be inside you so bad right now.” His voice drops even lower. “But I’m not moving until you tell me what you want.”
I stare at him, and swallow my pride. “I want you inside me now.”
Will flashes another grin at me. “That sounds like a fucking good idea.”
The moment the words leave his lips, he pushes forward slowly, letting himself sink inside me inch by delicious inch. His eyes stay locked on mine the whole time.
I gasp. Actually gasp. Not because he’s too big. But how good it is when I could feel myself stretching around him until he finally bottoms out.
“Fuck,” He breathes out shakily. “I love this.”
Will doesn’t move straightaway. He just stays buried inside me, his eyes shut.
“Me? Or sex?” I don’t know why I’m still asking questions.
“Both.” One of his hands finds my breast again, squeezing hard, grounding himself. “You’re so tight.”
I clench around him and he hisses out another curse before he pulls himself out almost all the way and dive right back in.
Another gasp. My entire world is being narrowed down to his thick dick sliding in and out of me. And the moans in my ears, which are not mine.
They’re Will’s, matching his deeper and harder snaps. That’s it. There is nothing hotter than the sounds of a man’s breathless and borderline helpless moans.
I force myself to open my eyes.
“Keep making those sounds.” He pants, eyes immediately found mine.
So I let them out. Hopefully they sound sexy. I have absolutely no idea anymore.
Oh Mother of — Goosebumps trailing down my skin when Will starts to kiss and nip and suck every piece of my skin his mouth could reach.
His torturous tongue finds my peaked nipple again and as if he’s making me pay back for all the minutes I have closed my eyes, he bites it then licks it with his hot, wet tongue.
“God, the way you sound right now…” He whimpers. “It’s killing me.”
Then he sits back on his heels. A wince flashes across his face but he doesn’t move.
“Will, you okay?” I blurt out breathlessly. Then immediately stop talking, because he’s already moving again and this position is not helping either of us.
“I’m fine.” He rasps. The corner of his mouth pulls up. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and his fingers find my clit again.
Mother— The vein in his neck stands out. And I don’t know if it’s because forcing his body to behave or already on the edge of losing it.
Definitely losing it.
In seconds, Will collapses onto me. His large body just drops on mine, boneless, glistening with sweat, his chest hammering. “Holy shit…” He pants against my breast.
Will presses another lazy kiss on the curve of my tit. “Insane…” He rasps shakily. “I never go eight months without sex again.”
I wrap him tight in my arms and let out a broken chuckle.
Yeah. That would be really stupid.