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I moan in response, feeling my throat open, feeling him slide farther into my mouth. Emboldened, I grab the base of his dick, gripping the firm flesh before slipping south to play with his balls.
His hips jerk, followed by a husky growl. And another, “Fuck,” which seems to be one of Will’s favorite words.
He’s definitely not holding back now. A few tears fall. My jaw aches. And I’m so wet I can feel it between my clenched thighs, fighting the urge to reach down and touch myself so I can relieve the ache.
I’m doing this. I’m the reason Will Aster sounds like he’s experiencing the most pleasurable sort of pain.
I pull back until I’m only sucking the bulbous tip. Flick my tongue through the slit at the end. He tugs at my hair harder, pulling me back.
“Wha—”
Before I can get the word out, he’s repositioned us. I’m pressed against the wall next to the doorway that leads into my bedroom, my back to him. It takes Will about three seconds to lift my dress and lower my underwear. And then he’s touching me there, not with his tongue or his fingers, but with his cock. He doesn’t push inside of me, even once my hips start to move, seeking out a natural rhythm. His dick glides against my pussy easily, dampened by my saliva and all the arousal that’s pooled there. Tormenting me, the rush of arousal like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I lose all sense of reality, my world narrowing to nothing except him.
“Will…” I moan his name, clutching the flat wall and finding nothing to hold on to. Rocking back against him, seeking more, more, more.
“You’re drenched. So wet, just from sucking me.” He sounds happy about it. Proud. “You close?”
“So close,” I breathe. I can feel it building inside of me, the heat and the pressure and the pleasure.
“Good. Use me. Make yourself come on me.”
I slip my hand down my stomach, fingering my swollen clit while my hips continue rocking against his erection. Pinned between his muscular body and the solid wall. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Nothing has ever felt so good, the rub of his hot skin raw against mine sinful and erotic and primal. All I can focus on or think about or feel.
I masturbate against his cock, my body moving faster and faster as biological urges take over.
Will’s breathing turns quick and choppy, but he doesn’t reach down to touch himself. He lets me use his body like a personal pleasure device, until I come with a loud cry in a dizzying explosion of release.
White-hot heat radiates through me, spreading through my whole body and leaving me limp. I slump against the wall, letting it hold up my weight. Barely cognizant of Will pulling my dress even higher. He marks my back this time instead of my stomach, and I love every filthy second of it.
TWENTY-SEVEN
WILL
Sophia sits up as I approach the bed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, baby.”
I’ve called women baby before—when I forgot their name. Never as any sort of endearment, the way I’ve started saying it to Sophia.
She rolls into me as soon as I’m back under the covers. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“No. I just had to take a piss.” I did poke around her apartment a little. Looking at the framed photos, mostly. I haven’t seen any of her work aside from the pictures the team posted from her internship. “You went to Africa?”
“Yeah. It was through the university. There was a program in Kenya.” She pauses. “I’m dying to go back and take some more. I feel like I’ve learned so much since. And maybe then I could finally get a decent photo for the EPAs another year.”
“The what?”
“It’s a photography competition. The photography competition. It’s like winning a gold medal or a World Cup for photographers. The photo has to be taken the year you submit it, and I can’t—I can’t come up with anything that seems good enough to send in.”
“You will.”
“Well, the deadline is coming up soon, so I’m running out of time.”
“Well, you’ll have more time now that you’re not taking photos of footballers, right?”
“I guess.” She sounds uncertain. “Does it bother you?”
“Does what bother me?”
