Chapter 23 Brooks
Love On Top
It’s pretty surreal standing in the middle of Will’s childhood bedroom. Calling it a bedroom feels wrong—more like a mini mansion.
“You could get lost in here,” I say, turning in a slow circle. “What kid even gets a room this size? This is nuts.”
Will chuckles, and the sound does something twisty to my insides, melting me where I stand. “To be honest, I didn’t spend much time in here,” he says after a beat. “Big house, big room . . .” He pauses, his smile fading just a little. “But it was lonely.”
Thinking about our little one-story casita in the lower-class neighborhood gives me a humble pause. I can almost hear Dad’s snoring vibrating my bedroom walls or Jade’s high-pitched laughter cutting through the house from whatever show she was watching.
Will’s life was so different from mine, and I hate myself a little for ever judging him by his status. All this space, all this privilege—and still, loneliness found a way to fill every corner.
Something about that makes me want to take away every trace of loneliness he’s ever felt. Things with his parents seem to be improving, but there’s still a hollowness in him I ache to fill.
I step closer, sliding my arms around his waist. He exhales, tension melting from his body, like just being near me lightens the weight off his shoulders.
“You’re not alone anymore, you know that right? You’ve got me. Always,” I murmur, brushing my cheek against his.
Will only nods, taking my lips in a fierce kiss that steals the breath clear out of my lungs. I gasp, parting my mouth for him as he tangles his tongue with mine.
“Fuck,” I rasp, tugging hard on the lapels of his suit jacket.
The kiss deepens with Will slanting his mouth over mine, and his hands work to slide my suit jacket over my shoulders.
“Naked. Now,” Will growls into my mouth.
We’re a mess of frantic hands and feverish kisses. He fucks my mouth with his tongue like it’s his mission to make me blow my load before he’s even really touched me. I’m so hard it hurts, my dick throbbing with each item of clothing he sheds off my body.
My fingers struggle to unbutton his shirt, and in his impatience, Will rips it open with buttons flying all over the place.
Belts come off, shoes go flying, and next thing I know, my back is shoved up against the wall with his teeth sinking into my neck, hungry and fucking feral.
Our naked chests heave against one another, and the thunderous thud of his heart keeps me in this moment with him. I taste the inside of his mouth, craving other parts of him on my tongue. His cock presses against mine, hot and leaking already from the tip.
I start to sink to my knees until Will’s hands grip my shoulders, stopping me cold.
“Wait,” he grits out, panting like he just ran a marathon. “I . . . Fuck, how do I say this,” he mumbles, shaking his head back and forth.
The sight of him flustered, cheeks tinged pink, makes me grin. I cup his face, thumbs brushing his jaw. “Hey. Just tell me.”
“Brooks . . .” He almost looks pained as he rubs a fist over his chest.
My smile falters. Panic flickers in my chest as I search his face. “What’s wrong? What is it?”
Time slows down when Will pierces me with those navy eyes. They shine with the moonlight pouring in from the massive windows, and I can see they’re filled with a reverence that has my heart skipping. Everything around us fades to black, and my vision tunnels with Will at the center of it all.
“I don’t ever want to lose you,” he says with our foreheads pressed together.
“You won’t, Will. I told you I’m not going anywhere.”
He exhales a shaky laugh. “No, I know. It’s just—shit, I’m terrible at this.” His mouth quirks into a disbelieving smile. “I think I love you.”
The words rush out of him, but they hit me in slow motion. I’m pretty sure my heart stops. My lungs forget how to function. Did he just say what I think he said? Will The Pretty Boy Stiff Sinclair loves me?
A stunned laugh slips out before I can stop it, spreading into a grin that feels too big for my face. “You think you love me, Sin?”
His lips brush mine, and that small touch alone sends an electric current throughout my entire body. I’m on fire, but his confession only makes me burn hotter.
“Let me try that again,” Will whispers, tasting the edge of my smile as he kisses me deeper. “I know I’m in love with you. And I know there’s no one else I want but you.”
“Yeah?” My legs are close to giving out, knees turning to jelly, but Will pins me in place with not only his hands but now—his heart.
Who would’ve thought.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, kissing me with so much force I groan into his mouth with how good it feels to have him take me the way he wants. The way he can anytime, anywhere.
Will Sinclair fucking loves me!
And the thing is, I love him, too. I’ve known it for a while now, but hearing him say it out loud settles something inside me that has all the pieces falling into place the way it was always supposed to.
I reach down and stroke his thick length in my hand, rolling my thumb over the wetness seeping out of his tip. The hiss that escapes his mouth goes straight to my cock that hangs heavy, begging to be touched, sucked, and fucked.
We’re moving across the room, our lips never once leaving each other. We fall down on his bed, the scent of clean linen and something that’s so Will overtaking my senses.
I land on top of him, shamelessly grinding myself over his length as my hands thread through his hair. Will’s hands find the firm muscle on my ass, kneading and spreading my cheeks apart. His finger teases my hole, grazing over it in tortuous circles.
As much as I want him to plunge his thick fingers inside me, my body is overcome with the need to taste him. Reaching around my back and gripping his wrist, I stop him, then kiss my way down his body.
I take a nipple between my teeth and smile when he makes a noise between pleasure and pain. I circle it with my tongue to soothe the sting, then lick and kiss further south, lapping up the trail of precum left on his washboard abs.
Without warning, I take him deep to the back of my throat while my insides rattle with arousal as his cock pulses more precum into my mouth.
“Goddamn, that’s fucking good,” Will grits. “Don’t stop.”
And I don’t stop—not for a minute. He fucks my throat like a man on the loose, wild and untamed in every sense. Spit dribbles out the corner of my mouth, slowly dripping toward his ass. My finger finds it, wetting his tight hole with my saliva and nudging the tip of my finger inside.
“Oh, fuck yes. More, baby.”
I pop off his cock with one finger in his ass, then push his legs back to expose himself more to me. Leaning forward, I let saliva pool in my mouth before spitting it raw onto his hole.
“Jesus fucking Christ, War. Get me wet.”
I spit again, my cock pulsing when he moans loud into the room, head tilted back like I’m about to ruin him and he’s giving me full permission to do it. My finger pushes deeper, and Will grunts with ragged breaths the more I give him.
One more finger. And another.
“Want more, Sinclair?”
Our gazes lock on each other, his pupils blown and full lips parted. I can’t help but take his mouth again, nipping and sucking his sexy fucking pout.
“I . . . I need more. Please. I’m ready,” he rasps against my lips, his voice husky and laced with want.
I lift an eyebrow. “Ready? For what, Sin?”
I have an idea, but I want to hear him say it. I need to hear him say it. If he’s wanting what I’m dying to give him, get me on a bullet train straight to fucking euphoria because that’s where I hope this is heading.
Will roughly swallows, the bob of his Adam’s apple mesmerizing me. Fuck. Even the way his throat works has me coming undone, and he doesn’t even have to touch me.
“Go to my bag there.” He nods his chin over toward his duffle by the door. “Bring what’s in the side pocket. Hurry.”
Will Sinclair has surprises up his sleeve, does he? Full body tingles erupt all over my skin, and I’m frantically sprinting off the bed and toward his bag so we don’t waste a minute we can be together.
When I unzip the side pocket, I find what Will asked me to get.
Lube.
Hurrying back, I straddle his thighs, dangling the lube over him with a cheeky smirk on my face. “You wanna fuck me, Sin?”
He shakes his head no, but there’s not a hint of amusement on his face. “You know that’s not what I want right now, War.”
“Say it then.”
I uncap the lube with a snap, keeping my wanton gaze on Will. Pouring a generous amount on my fingers, I work to stretch him again, plunging into his tightness with two fingers.
He hisses, biting his bottom lip. But the way his rock-hard cock throbs and pulses out beads of precum tells me he loves the way I work his ass.
“I’m waiting,” I taunt, adding a third finger.
“Fuck me,” he growls.
“Say it again.”
“Fuck. Me.”
“Again,” I demand, grazing his prostate with the pads of my fingers.
“Fuck me, Brooks. Give me your cock in my ass right the fuck now!”
His impatience spurs me on, a dark, low chuckle vibrating from deep within my chest. Keeping my fingers inside him, I lean down to whisper into his mouth.
“I’ve been dreaming about this, Sin. I’ll make it so fucking good for you. I swear it.”
“I know you will, baby. I know.”
I press a sweet kiss to his lips, then slowly pull my fingers out of him. Will keeps his legs spread wide for me, and the sight of his tight hole makes my mouth water and my balls heavy.
I can’t believe I’m about to bury myself inside of him. Something I’ve thought of more times than I’d like to admit. Every shower session, late night jerk, and the cause of my early morning wood leads to Sin personified.
Pouring lube all over my cock, I stroke myself a few times as I stare down at Will with love in my eyes.
Love and lust, desire and need—no matter what emotions pass through them, they will always belong to him.
“I’ll go slow, okay? I’m gonna stretch you a bit more,” I tell him as I press the tip of my dick to his ass.