Page 16 of Bad Decisions

Already, I like him way more than I should. It’s only been a few days, and soon he’ll be gone. But even if I can only be with him for a short while, I know every moment of that time will be worth the risk. To think I nearly chickened out, nearly let fear of getting hurt stop me from experiencing the best sex ever.

Life’s too short not to live it fully every day. That’s what my father would say when I questioned doing something outside my comfort zone. And Will is so far outside the zone, he’s in another universe.

My father may not be here anymore, but those precious life lessons he taught me will always be in my heart. There wasn’t a day that went by without him choosing to live it in the best way, even after losing the love of his life, my mother. It’s what he would have wanted for me, and if I’m honest, what I want for myself too.

I’m going to embrace the moments of joy that come my way. Today that means being right here curled up in Will’s arms. I snuggle deeper into the deliciousness of his firm, naked body pressed against mine.

Will’s large, warm hand moves to cover my right breast, and his low voice rumbles close to my ear when he asks, “Are you awake?”

“Mmm. How can I sleep with your dick poking me in the back, demanding my attention?”

His laughter rumbles through his body and into mine. “And?”

I turn in his arms, then seal my lips to his. The kiss turns hot and heavy fast until we’re both gasping for air. “And I think you’d better get suited up because I’m feeling energized after my nap.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, reaching for another condom. “You’re not too sore?”

“Nope, never,” I reply quickly before tucking my hands beneath my cheek to watch him put it on. The sight is so intoxicating that my pussy weeps in anticipation, and I have to squeeze my thighs together.

Unable to wait a second longer, I spring up onto my knees and straddle his hips. But as I reach to curl my fingers around the base of his shaft, he grabs my wrist, stopping me.

“Someone’s a bit eager,” he jokes as he efficiently tethers both my wrists behind my back in one of his large hands. “I need another of your orgasms first.”

My eyes pop wide. “Oh.” The complaint of being prevented from his cock dies instantly on my lips. I’ve never been with a man who is so generous and focused on my pleasure. It’s goddamn sexy.

He taps his lips with the fingers of his free hand. “I want you right here, beautiful. Right on my face, smothering me with your gorgeous pussy.”

Oh my God. My core muscles are already tightening on the edge of another orgasm. I scoot up his chest and over his shoulders until I’m hovering over him.

“Good girl,” he praises, and with a hand on each of my butt cheeks, he pulls me down onto his face. Instantly, his wicked tongue is darting inside me.

“F-f-fuck. That is s-s-so good.” I gasp, slowly losing the power of speech under the onslaught, and I collapse forward against the bedframe.

If I thought what he did with his tongue earlier was amazing, this is next level. Then my vision narrows to a pinprick of light when his tongue tracks a wet path from my ass to my clit.

Holy fuck. There’s no escaping the flicks across the tiny bundle of nerves, the licks, and … Oh God, the sucking.

Liquid heat floods my entire body. “W-Will, I have to … to come,” I whimper, and he chuckles beneath me, sending a different kind of flutter over the sensitive nub. It’s all that’s needed.

I explode, screaming his name and a long list of profanities, some I’ve never uttered before.

Fireworks, shooting stars, and planets colliding are nothing compared to what just happened in my universe. I’ve never come so hard.

Will lifts my limp body off him and lies me gently on the bed. A rag doll has more structure than I do.

“Are you okay?” he asks, leaning on one elbow, looking down at me. But it’s not concern that paints his features, it’s an arrogant smugness.

Laughter bursts out of me, so it takes a minute to respond. “Never been better,” I say while wrapping my arms around his neck and stretching up to kiss him, then tugging him down to cover my body. Unbelievably, I want more, and that’s what I’m taking as our kisses deepen. I’ve become a Will addict.

“Fuck me, please?” I ask. He settles between my legs and notches the tip of his cock at my entrance, then stops. “Are you really going to make me beg?”

“Just a little,” he teases, then drops a kiss to my forehead. “It’s fucking hot when you do.”

Another bone-melting kiss, and he slides in, filling me fuller and deeper than I could have imagined. When desperate moans slip from my lips, he steals them right out of my mouth.

“I’m so fucking turned on,” he growls before changing the angle of his hips and driving in harder. The tension in his jaw adds proof to his words as his pace increases.

My hips arch high off the mattress to meet his thrusts. The muscles in my core tighten with anticipation once again. And with my vision turning hazy, I’m barreling toward another orgasm. It’s impossible to imagine that I could come again. But with another deep thrust, the reality is that I am. My mouth opens on a silent scream. I have no words or sound left to exclaim everything coursing through my body.