Chapter 16 #2
He scoffs, brushing the compliment away like it doesn’t matter and tosses me his shirt.
“You’re cold—drape that over you. But just for now. After this, I’m going to want to feel every inch of that creamy skin of yours against me.”
His hands move to unbutton my jeans. He slides them down around my hips, then my thighs, my knees and ankles, my feet.
With my panties still on, he kneels between my legs and spreads my thighs apart.
He’s so fucking gorgeous, kneeling there between my legs, that it’s all I can do not to lunge at his zipper and set him loose, rub my already throbbing core against what’s under the outline I can still see against his pant leg.
Instead, I watch as he leans down to press his lips to the dampness on my panties.
“So fucking wet,” Will murmurs. “So fucking delicious. And I haven’t even tasted you yet.”
He moves his mouth to the waistband of my panties and swipes his tongue beneath it, sliding it along my hip bone and making me shudder.
Then, catching the lace of my panties in his teeth, he drags them downward, over my hips and thighs, until I can feel the chill of the night on my most sensitive skin.
He spreads my thighs again, baring me to him completely.
I close my eyes. This can’t be happening. This man I’m supposed to hate—who just a couple weeks ago walked into my life to destroy something so dear to me—is now kneeling shirtless above my spread legs, gazing down at my naked sex like he just won the lottery.
There’s a part of me that’s flinching in embarrassment, wanting to clamp my legs closed so this beautiful man can’t get any nearer to me than he already has.
His fingers inside me in the library was one thing.
That time was rushed and frantic. A mistake.
This, though? Next to the crashing waves with only the dark around us?
It feels terrifyingly intimate. And deliberate.
But when I open my eyes and meet Will’s gaze as he moves his mouth to my sex, all reason flies out the window. I want him so badly I can barely stand it. He swipes his tongue clear up the middle of my core, holding my gaze as he does.
“You want it?” I can feel the vibrations of his words as he murmurs them against my cunt.
“Fuck yes,” I say.
Will dips his head back down and I feel the warmth and wet of his tongue as he drags it up and down the folds of my pussy.
When he reaches my clit, he sucks it gently, teasing my bud with the very tip of his tongue.
A moan rises in my throat, and my thighs turn to jelly as he continues, the strokes of his tongue deft and warm.
When he thrusts his tongue inside me, my hips buck and he pins them down with his huge, spread hands.
His fingertips graze my clit as he tongue fucks me, and all the while a warm, gentle pressure is building in my pelvis.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to rock my hips against his face.
Just when I feel that delicious pressure start to creep toward the edge, Will draws back. My fingers grab for his hair, desperate to pull him back in. I’m so fucking close. He can’t stop now.
“Will…” My voice comes out like a whine. I push myself up to my elbows.
Will lets out a low laugh as he rises back up to his knees and starts working at his belt buckle. The grin on his face is absolutely taunting. “Oh, you wanted to come like that, huh?”
“Yes, actually,” I say, indignant. “Fuck y—”
But my voice cuts off as Will unzips his jeans and leans toward me, pushing me backward again onto the blanket.
Still gazing at me, he tugs his jeans and boxers deftly down his hips—and finally, finally I’m about to see what I’ve known all along was there.
I break eye contact in time to see his cock spring free, to watch as he brings the smooth skin of it to brush against my inner thighs.
He’s as long and thick as I thought he was.
Fuck.
I can smell the salt in his hair as he bends his mouth to my ear. “Did you really think I’d stop at eating your pussy, Lydia?”
“I don’t know,” I murmur.
And it’s true. I don’t know what the fuck I thought. I don’t know what the fuck to think. I only that Will Holloway’s rock hard cock is bobbing between my legs, and the only thing I want is for him to fuck me silly.
Will clucks his tongue. “Well, let’s think. I’ve fucked you with my fingers. Now I’ve fucked you with my tongue. You know what’s left?”
My voice shakes, but I force myself to look him in the eye as I answer. “Your cock.”
“That’s exactly right,” Will growls. He reaches down to slap his dick against my thigh. The sharp sting is electric. “The only thing left is to fuck you with my cock. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I choke out. He won’t shut up, and my sex is absolutely pulsing with need.
“I’ve got a condom in my wallet. I want to watch you touch yourself while I put it on.”
I may as well be in a trance, because I obey without a second thought. My hand moves between my legs as Will fishes his wallet from the pocket of his discarded jeans and tears open the foil packet with his teeth. He eyes me hungrily as he rolls the condom down his length.
I meet his eyes, my own fingers still circling my clit. It feels good, but not as good as he does.
“Will, can you just…”
“Put it in?”
“Yes. Fuck.”
A smile plays on his mouth as he looks down to rub the fat head of his cock against me, teasing my entrance.
I can already feel my wetness glazing him as he nudges himself ever so slightly inside, then pulls back out.
There’s no way I’m the only one he’s driving wild right now. This has got to be killing him, too.
“Okay, Lydia. I’ll put it in,” Will says.
He’s hovering above me, his cock poised at my opening.
He leans down to growl into my ear. “And not only will I put it in—but I’m going to fuck you deep.
And hard. And rough. Just like I’ve been wanting to since I saw that fucking text. Just like you deserve.”
And then he slams into me. I gasp with the quick flash of pain that comes with his size, but it’s over in a second, and my pussy welcomes him, molding around his length.
He thrusts in and out in deep, long strokes, angling himself so that his tip hits inside in exactly the right place.
Gripping his ass, I pull him in deeper and he groans.
“Fuck, Lydia.” His voice is low and rough in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight. So wet for me. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
I moan out something that I think sounds like yes, and it’s only after I do that it fully dawns on me how true it is.
Because this is what I wanted—isn’t it? Will Holloway is a brooding, selfish prick, but just looking at him makes my panties wet.
Where that leaves us, I don’t know. But right now, with his erection pumping in and out of me, I don’t care.
“And you know what else,” Will murmurs, his breaths coming in pants now as he keeps the rhythm with his hips.
“Makes me wonder… about that other guy. The one who texted you. He’s the same guy from the Farmers Market, isn’t he?
I bet he didn’t stretch you out like this.
Didn’t fill you up with his cock like I do. ”
The heat is building in my lower abdomen again as my mind flashes on that fucking Instagram photo.
Dylan is the last person I want to think about in this moment.
In fact, if I’m honest with myself, I texted Will precisely to not have to think about Dylan for a couple of hours.
Probably because I knew something like this would end up happening.
So I say nothing, just run my hands along the muscled slope of Will’s back and close my eyes.
“Hmm.” Will gives one last thrust, then slides out of me.
No. Fucking. Way. If he thinks he’s going to bring me this far only to—
“Turn over,” Will commands. He snaps his fingers, then gives my ass a slap as I roll over onto my stomach and peer back at him. “On all fours. It’s time you were fucked by someone who knows how.”