Chapter 23 Brooks #2
Will nods, hands gripping his sheets.
Pushing the tip of me an inch at a time, Will’s eyes widen as he watches me disappear into him.“Holy shit,” he marvels.
“You’re doing so good, Sin. Relax for me. Let me in.”
When I push a little deeper, I feel him tense. I stop, letting him accommodate my size. “Stroke yourself. It’ll help you relax.”
Compliancy is sexy on Will. Rarely does he ever do what I say, but when he does, I eat it up like a fucking dog. His hand grips his shaft, throbbing and hot as he strokes himself slowly from root to tip.
“That’s it,” I murmur, feeding him more of my inches.
“Oh, holy fuck, baby,” Will moans out.
Finally, my entire length is inside him, pulsing with the ravenous need to rut into him. “Shit, you feel so fucking good, Sin. So fucking good.”
“Move,” Will demands. “I need you to move.”
My mind takes mental snapshots of Will on his back with his strong legs spread wide, fat cock heavy in his hand with my dick in his ass. What a goddamn vision it is.
When my eyes have their fill, I fucking move. I pull back, then thrust home—a beautiful, broken cry leaving Will’s lips.
I fuck him mad, my cock slick with lube and arousal as I rut like a wild animal in heat. In and out. Over and over. Again and again and again.
“Damn, you feel so good, Sin. Your tight ass is taking me so damn well. I don’t wanna stop,” I praise.
Will’s so lost in pleasure, he can’t speak. He can’t think. He can’t breathe. He’s choking on his words, and the primal beast in me craves it—craves giving him more of me so his body, mind, and soul have no choice but to surrender to me.
I’m barely hanging on by a thread with the way his ass grips me like an iron fist, squeezing the head of my cock with each thrust. When the tingles spread throughout my groin, I have to dig deep to find the willpower to keep myself from blowing too early.
Will’s eyes squeeze shut, face twisted in wicked pleasure as I fuck him with reckless abandon. “Nuh-uh, open your eyes. Look at me, Sin.”
Navy eyes fly open and turn black with arousal. Will’s breathing stutters. His chest seizes. His hands find their way to the outside of my thighs, squeezing so hard I hope they bruise in the morning so I’ll have physical evidence of this man and his desire for me.
The veins on his gorgeous cock strain as I fuck his ass, and I’m seconds away from unleashing a violent orgasm inside him.
Hold out, Warren.
“Oh, my god.” Will’s low moan reverberates from his chest, his eyes struggling to stay locked on me. But the way his mouth parts and his ass squeezes me tells me he’s on the precipice of a release that I’m begging for.
“Give it to me, Sin. Come for me.”
Slamming my hips hard into his ass, the first thick rope of cum spurts from him, shooting so far it hits the masculine column of his throat. It’s by far the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I watch in awe as he growls out his release without even touching himself.
“Holy fucking shit, Sin. Keep going, baby, goddamn.”
Will’s grunts and moans push me over the edge as I find my release, shooting my load so deep in his ass he could taste it for days.
“Fuck!” I shout with a roar, stuttering my hips into him as I come over and over.
Explosions of white cloud my vision, and I’m falling so deep into the throes of euphoric release that it has me struggling to stay upright. The weight of my orgasm threatens to knock me down, but I grip Will’s thighs harder in my hands as I thrust every last drop of my cum inside of him.
Endless stripes of Will’s cum paint his slick abs. My body gives out, and I fall on top of him, out of breath. My vision is spotty, having just come the hardest I have in my fucking life.
Will’s breaths are heavy against my chest, and I look up to see some of his release dripping from his sharp jaw. I lick it up, tasting him on my tongue.
My cock still throbs inside him with every bit of his cum I lap from his jaw and throat.
“Will,” I breathe out, claiming his lips once more. “Taste that? That’s me making you fucking mine.”
Will’s hands find my hair, threading his fingers through the dark strands. His breathy chuckle is an instant shot of arousal to my cock again, and it wants to stir to life while still buried deep in his ass.
“I’m fucking yours, baby. All yours,” he says, then moves his hands to grip my ass. “And you’re all mine.”
Our chests stick together from his release, but I don’t care to move or to take any weight off him. He’s not complaining, so neither am I. Will’s mouth seeks mine, and we kiss for what feels like hours, sweaty and sticky from intense love-making.
That’s exactly what we did. Made love. The way our eyes stayed connected, saying everything our mouths couldn’t because of the immense pleasure coursing through us.
Being inside of Will was more than claiming a part of him that no one has had before.
It was sealing a promise between us—something wholly us and sacred that no one else would understand.
Not that I’d need them to. The only two people in the world who could get me and Will Sinclair are . . . well . . . me and Will Sinclair. Rightfully so. Fuck everyone else.
Fuck all the people who look at us and think the worst.
Fuck the media and their headlines, judging us because we choose to love each other.
And fuck any person who would ever think to come between us, because now that we have each other?
We’re untouchable.
“Baby?” Will whispers, pulling back just enough for our breaths to mix.
“Yeah?”
“Move in with me.” A statement—no. A demand. Not a question.
Very on brand for William Sinclair.
Two options.
Option one: I can say yes right away, because who am I kidding? Of course I’ll say yes. I love this man with everything I have.
Option two: Fuck with him a little and make him sweat, because who am I kidding again? I love doing that almost as much as I love him.
A grin pulls at my lips as I suck his tongue back into my mouth, earning that low, sinful sound that makes me want to start all over again.
And because I’m a fucking brat according to Pretty Boy himself, I pull back from our kiss, look him straight in the eye, and give him my answer with my entire soul.
“Make me.”