Scared that we’ll be forced to stop?
My hands climb under his shirt, my fingers shadowing his V line, as he tugs my head back to deepen the kiss. His tongue requests access and I give it to him instantly. Before I know it, I’m straddling him, legs on each side of his body, his chest flush with mine. We never stop kissing.
Until…
“Kass. Wait…” He pants. “We… We can’t.”
Certain this is where our lapse of judgment ends, I try and get off his lap, but he holds me in place. With every protest coming out of his mouth comes another kiss, another touch. He’s not letting me go.
He doesn’t want to stop.
I jerk his T-shirt over his head, in awe of his fit, toned body as I sway my hips back and forth and create friction, which, judging by his grunts, he definitely can’t ignore.
I’m practically grinding on him.
I’m sorry, who is she?
He’s hard as a rock, and my thin shorts make me feel… a lot, to say the least. I’m positive I’m in trouble when he traps my lip between his teeth and strips off my baggy shirt, undressing me so fast I barely have a chance to realize I’m in my bra in front of him for the first time.
His eyes rake over my body hungrily, and he swings me off his lap, pinning me down to the mattress and smiling at my white bralette, which displays bright, yellow smiley faces where my hard nipples stick out.
“And you blame me for seeing you as a good little girl?” he pokes fun at me. Refusing to let him mock me a second longer, I grip his dick. No warning. He sucks in a breath.
“Take it back,” I order.
“What?”
“You know what.” I tighten my hold on his length.
He smirks. “What? That you’re a good little girl?” He lures me back in to say against my mouth, “Something wrong with the truth, control freak?”
He once told me he thought I had no idea what to do in bed.
I’m going to prove him wrong.
Out for revenge, I unzip his jeans and wander a hand inside.
His eyes grow.
“Kass, you don’t have t—” he starts, but I plaster my mouth to his, gathering the courage to go all the way and grab him in his boxers.
“Holy shit.” He groans at my touch.
I push him off me, straddling his legs and yanking his boxers down to his knees in one move. He’s fully exposed now. There’s no denying it: this would hurt. When I spit on my hand, he responds with a surprised, carnal look.
I know, Will, I know.
Rest in peace, prudish Kass.
I lower my hand onto him, and he grips the blanket, a low “Fuck” escaping his lips, as he throws his head back. His reaction drives me wild. I work him slowly at first, then faster, until I feel him throb between my fingers. His eyes snap open, and he looks at me like he can’t believe what’s happening.
“Stop.” He jerks my hand away.
Fear fills me.
This is it. The part where he pushes me away.
The part where he runs.
I’m the one in disbelief when he does the polar opposite, trapping me under his body again and propping himself up as he kisses me. Except that he’s completely naked now, and I can feel every bit of him push against the fabric of my shorts.
Crap, I’m totally going to do something stupid, aren’t I?
I squirm as he kisses his way down my stomach, pulling my shorts down my legs and laying a hand on my panties the exact same way he did back at the tree house.
“Will,” I say, a bit nervous.
He looks up at me, a devilish smirk on his face, and begins placing kisses all over the inside of my thighs—payback for my teasing.
“We need to fix something.” He looks up at me, his warm breath fanning my center.
I catch on quickly.
I once told him I’d never been with someone who gave back. That Blake was so selfish in bed he never even tried. One move is all it takes. I can’t, for the life of me, wrap my mind around how quickly he slides my underwear down my legs. My brain steps aside, passing the lead over to my body. If he does this, he’s going to be the first guy to go down on me.
“W-Will, I’ve never—”
“I know.” He gives me a reassuring smile. “Which is why we’re going to do this right.”
Before I can overthink it, he wraps his arms around my thighs and spreads them apart.
“Fuck, Kass.” He grunts at the sight of me, and I flush. Finally, he leans in, his tongue meeting the sweetest of spots.
My eyes shutter closed.
Beeeeeeeeep.
That’s me going into cardiac arrest.
His tongue is slow, hesitant, at first. Until he increases the pressure and my eyes roll back.
Oh, sweet Lord, have mercy on me.
One of his fingers joins the party, squeezing inside me and curling its way to my G-spot. Then comes finger number two. I can hear my own arousal, which is a first for me seeing as Blake made me as wet as the fucking desert.
I remind myself that Winter is sleeping right down the hall when he picks up the pace, climbing up my body again and biting on the skin under my ear while his fingers speed in and out of me. It’s becoming harder and harder to be quiet. What he says next leaves me to question if he can read my mind.
“Don’t moan, baby,” he rasps into my ear. “You wouldn’t want to get caught, would you?”
It feels like I’m going to have a heart attack just from that.
He goes back down on me, cupping my breast over my bralette and tugging at the fabric like he’s this close to ripping it off me. It takes him a matter of minutes to make me shake. An overwhelming pressure builds up in my stomach.
“T-This doesn’t feel like…”
“Like when you do it?” he finishes, and I nod, embarrassed. “That’s
