Don’t hurt my fingers’ feelings #2
The sound that comes from me is no longer audible. I officially lose it when his tongue licks the inside of my ears, murmuring. “You’re so wet for me.” Equally breathless. I can feel his warm palm covering my pussy at once.
“When am I ever….?” I barely manage to finish the sentence because his breath is hot into my skin.
The little sounds he makes when his finger slips inside me, half relief and half satisfied.
“Good. Because …” He moves his long, thick finger inside me. “Now I kinda want to tease you a little.”
What the fuck? “NO!” I scream in protest, leaning back to stare at him, betrayal filled my face. “Why?”
He moves his palm from my breast to my mouth, while his finger still slowly moving inside me, curling at precision that makes me all hot. Squirming. I am squirming on my desk.
“Shhh…. Nate and DJ just got back into their rooms.” He whispers into my ears.
Right. It’s dead quiet in the house.
“No…” I protest against his palm. “I don’t want your finger. I want your dick.” My groan comes out in equal pleasure and frustration.
Then he adds another finger, still moving inside me. “How about now? Better?”
Mother— “Will…” I was about to tell him no, but my moans betray me. My hands find his biceps to anchor myself as I have to lean back to manage this sensation that floods through my body. “No….” I growl into his palm again.
“No?”
I open my eyes to finally see him smirking. He likes seeing me not getting what I want, and not wanting him to stop whatever he’s doing either.
His fingers are deliberately slow, firm. “Babe… you’re tight around me.” He smirks again. Fucking Will.
“Imagine it wrapping around your dick, Will…” I lean in again, freeing my mouth from his palm, and breath into his neck, nipping his throat.
He takes his fingers out and standing up straight, tilting his head, looking straight into me. “Ah. So you reject my fingers? I thought you’re feeling great…”
My head snaps at him but shock flushes through my face. “Why did you take them out?”
He shrugs. “You hurt my fingers’ feelings.” His fingers still stay on my inner thighs, damp and sticky.
My eyes fly wide open. “What the fuck? Stop mucking around.” I demand.
“Shhhh….” His eyes turn wicked again. “You want me?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know. My dick is sensitive. It needs to be personally needed.”
I cannot believe this guy. I thought calling a guy boyfriend means you can summon his dick anytime, anywhere, anyhow you want.
Fine. If he’s not giving it to me, I’m taking it myself. My hands fly to the sweatpants, feeling his dick under the thin fabric. Will is hard as steel.
“I’m pretty sure it’s currently calling my name personally.” I start stroking it until I hear a soft breath escape his mouth. “Feels good?”
“What do you think?” He still manages another smirk. I determine to take that smirk away but his thumb already hooks on my thong and pulls it down in one sharp move.
I don’t know if he’s playing games but he’s still standing fully clothed, his thumb finds my clit again, rubbing slowly. It drives me straight out of my mind. I’m probably floating, or swimming. I am unsure whenever he touches me like this, taking his damn sweet time.
There is apparently no quickie in Will Mercer's playbook. He never gives me his dick straight even when it’s throbbing under his boxers, and I could tell because we’ve been playing this cat-mouse game enough times. The man could be visibly dying and he would still find a way to make me wait.
I’d lie if I said I don’t enjoy how little respect he has for time. Whenever he touches me, it’s never rushed. It feels like he never has anywhere else to be. The guy is determined to touch me properly.
Will’s free hand catches the hem of my shirt and drags it upward.
I take it off in seconds and his tongue swirls around my tit before his teeth catch it.
My fingers knot in his hair on instinct when he bites my nipple.
The pain is sharp enough that I tighten my chore just a little. Another smirk. Another rub.
No. Not another second. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer and pull his sweatpants and his boxers down just enough to free his rock hard— fuck— dick.
How could he be this hard and not giving it to me? Unacceptable. My hand finds the base of his cock then my thumb moves to the split of his cock head.
He lifts his head from my tits, smirking again.
“Will. If you’re not inside me in the next second I will pull your dick off and do it myself.”
“Jesus…” He laughs, reaches for a condom in his side pocket and tears it open with his teeth while looking straight at me. “Babe, you seriously scare me sometimes.”
I watch him roll on the condom, looking dead serious. “Then just listen to me.”
“You want me to get inside you?” His teasing voice brushes my ear again.
“Duh.”
He leans back just an inch, kisses my nose, then the corner of my mouth. “Then beg.”
I let out a frustrated soft growl. I can tell he’s already brushing his cock against my entrance, letting it press there. But he’s staying right there, just a touch of the tip.
“Please….?” I whisper in defeat.
“Good girl.” He smirks again and presses his mouth against mine, kissing me with passion.
Then he finally pushes himself inside. Bottomed out. Oh my—. I don’t know who to call exactly. Someone out there.
A hoarse breath escapes him. “Fuck… baby… you’re…”
Will doesn’t finish that sentence. His hips move immediately with so much need, that even in the haze of sex, I’m worried the table might collapse under me.
He lifts my hip up a little with his hands under my ass and that kills all the worries about the table in my mind. I couldn’t keep my eyes open even if I try, and when I force myself to, I look down briefly to see his thick cock sliding out then disappear into me again.
Mother of— I can’t tear my eyes away. Then Will’s fingers catch my chin and force me to look at him. His eyes burn into mine, blown out and intense while I feel every single inch of him inside me. His cock is thick, and long, and hits the nerves I didn’t know existed in my body.
The sounds escaping me are no longer in reasonable control. I bite his shoulder plate to stop them from getting any louder and that only makes Will move faster.
I think. No. I am in heaven. But I’m pretty sure you have to die to go to heaven, and I am here, caught in between his arms, our bodies pressed impossibly closer.
My climax is so close, so so close that my hands pull tight on Will’s hair.
A series of bright, high-pitched and broken aahhhh leave my throat. No b comes after that. My whole body is locked up in Will’s big arms as I try to fight for control.
Someone just drops a toaster into a bathtub. That’s the only way to explain why my legs are jerking in waves around his waist.
So I let go and feel the full force of the orgasm opens up my every nerves, chills run down my skin as his ragged hot breath comes out quicker on my neck. “Oh fuck… fuck….”
Will collapses on the side of my face with a huge grin. His hip jerks a few more times involuntarily, “Fuck… you squeezed me so tight baby,” then he chuckles. Another curse. Another jerk. Before he finally stops and chuckles properly, breathlessly.
“Why are you laughing?” I’m still trying to get my breath together.
He leans back to look at me, shaking his head. “I think I came twice.”
“What? Is that even possible?” I ask him cheerfully.
“Guess it is now.” Will presses a peck on my cheek. “I just kept coming.”
I laugh at his admission. Guess it is. Didn’t know guys can come more than once.
“And, I won’t be able to stand much longer.”
My boyfriend laughs, pressing his nose into my hair.