I’m pretty sure my heart has sunk into my balls. I feel like I’ll never stop coming.
My body is quaking, fingers tangled so furiously in his hair, theyhurt.Will’s wild gaze is locked on mine from where he kneels on the shower tile, lips stretched wide around my pulsing cock as he tries to catch every last bit.
When I’m finally spent, I’m dimly aware of him lowering his gaze and carefully easing back off my length. Behind me, his fingers slip out, sliding wetly down the back of my thigh.
I watch through heavily lidded eyes as he lifts a hand to his face and spits all the cum he just collected with his mouth into his palm.
My mouth dries. Pretty sure I’m damn gaping at him, becauseholy fuck.
Still not looking at me, he reaches down and coats his rigid cock in my cum.
My body shudders just as he uses his other hand to grab my waist and buries his face into my thigh, right next to my groin. Inhaling me.
I wanted to do that for him,I think blankly.
I wanted to taste him.
But I’m frozen and tongue-tied, unable to do anything but tug at his hair and squeeze his ears with the heels of my palms. His back muscles quake, shoulders shuddering.
“That’s it,” I breathe. “Fuck your fist. Soak it with our cum.”
His body gives a great jolt at my words, and a beat later, a sharp sting radiates up my side as he bites into my thigh, just under my hip bone. A deep, muffled groan vibrates over my skin as he shatters at my feet.
“Fuck,” I mutter, chest collapsing like I’ve been holding my breath. Maybe I was.
My grip on his skull eases, and I stroke him more gently.
When he starts to pull back, I don’t waste a second. I drop down to my knees, clasp his cheeks in my hands and seal our mouths together.
I taste myself on his lips, salty and musky, along with something coppery.Jesus,did he break my skin? Draw blood? My lips rise against his at the thought.
Goddamn, City Boy.
He’s still trembling, still breathless.
So am I.
Cradling his face, I pull back, searching his eyes with what I’m sure is a goofy, blissed out grin.
His lip is red and swollen. It quivers. “Did I— Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “Does it look like I’m hurt?”
His eyes pinch at the corners, like he’s not sure. It’s such a foreign expression to see on his face, especially after sex.
Especiallyafter the best sex I’ve ever had.
Where’s the cocky guy I know and pretend to despise who just fucked me within an inch of my life? He should be damn gloating right now.
“Will,” I choke out on a laugh. “Are you serious? That was the single hottest fucking moment of my life. What…” I drift off, blinking fast. I shake my head, unable to find the words. My brain is still offline. I smile stupidly. “How…”
Something softens in his dark blue eyes as they drop to my cheek, before raising once more to my eyes. Some of the worry there easing up as he realizes just how okay I am.
Then it clicks.
“So you have been holding back,” I say not unkindly as my earlier suspicion intertwines with what I’m piecing together now.
His lashes flutter over his cheeks as he drops his gaze, confirming as much.