Page 66 of Will to Run

“Well, I want to fuck you tonight, but we’ve been drinking.”

“People who are dating have drunk sex all the time,” she argues.

“Yes, they do. And once we cross that bridge, I will happily engage in drunk sex. But since we haven’t had sex yet, I want to be sober when I rock your world.”

“So you won’t sleep with me on a blanket. You won’t sleep with me when I’ve been drinking. What other stipulations do you have? For someone who supposedly enjoys sex, you’re sure finding a whole lot of excuses there. That’s suspicious. Unless… you’re not as good as they say?” she challenges me with a smile.

“Tatroe, do you think I underperform in the bedroom?” I raise my eyebrow, challenging her right back.

The laughter bubbles out. “No, but I’m trying to bait you so I can experience this big game you’re pushing. What if we’re not compatible and we have to end our dating relationship even though we just started?”

“Because everything we’ve done so far screams incompatibility?” I laugh.

“I just want to sleep with you!” she says with theatrics. “Remember that car ride home from the bar? I’m desperate. Is there anything I can do to prove my sobriety?”

Saying no to her is killing me, but I have to stand by this conviction. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I slept with you when I was drunk? I bet I couldn’t even get it up.”

Her hand flies to my crotch. “You’re already hard, you liar,” she says, moving her hand up and down.

“Mmm…” I laugh, enjoying her touch. “But I probably couldn’t finish.”

“I accept your challenge,” she says with mischief in her eyes, and before I can say anything else, she drops to her knees again.

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DELLA

“No,” he says, pulling me up and dragging me by the hand the final fifty yards to his house. It’s the right decision because people are at Hazel’s, and although I’m interested in dipping my toe into some voyeuristic activity, not with the people we were just drinking with.

As soon as we cross the threshold of his door, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, tossing me on the bed. I laugh, but the moment turns serious when I look at him in the dim light and can see the fire in his eyes as he drops his pants and fists his cock.

“Get on your knees, Della,” he says in a tone that tells me this he’s not joking. Not even a little.

“What?” I stutter out. The way he has flipped has me at full attention, and I feel the electricity surge in my body as I’m trying to catch up.

“You wanted to suck my dick out there? Get over here and show me how bad you want this.”

I don’t think a full second passes before I’m scrambling off the bed.

Grabbing him, I stroke his length before he commands me again in a voice that lights every nerve on fire. “Choke on it, Della. I want to be so deep in your throat that all you feel is me.”

When we spoke about things I wanted in the bedroom, I know I mentioned something like this, but I had no idea how hot it would actually be. If I died trying to deepthroat Jaxon Wills, so be it. I wanted to please this man more than life itself. Unsure if it will help, I spit on him, trying to get his length as wet as I can, and with the enthusiasm of someone way more experienced than me, I do exactly what he wants. Pushing him as far as he can go, I gag almost immediately, and my eyes water, but I don’t care.

“Relax, baby. Breathe through your nose. Swallow when I’m in the back of your throat.” The domineering voice he had a minute ago has softened as he’s talking me through it.

His hands cradle my head, and I use his advice. I’m sucking in air through my nose and still tense, but he’s sliding further and further down.

“Fuck, Della, yes. Holy shit, yes,” he says, gripping my head harder.

I preen with the rush of confidence, and I’m ecstatic knowing I’m doing it. Right when I feel like I’ve gotten the hang of it, and even enjoying the sensation, Jaxon yanks his dick out of my mouth.

“Della.” He says with a heaving chest and desperation. “I can’t wait. Are you drunk? Too drunk to consent? I want to fuck you… Christ, I need to fuck you…”

I don’t even respond with words before I’m pulling my clothes off and hopping back on the bed with my legs open. Thank fuck. Although I didn’t think the blowjob was epic enough to change his morals, I’m pretty chuffed it did. While I’m expecting him to jump on the bed and get to it, his body stops at the space between my legs, and he doesn’t waste any time sweeping his tongue over me, landing right on my clit. It’s not aggressive, but it is enough to let me know it’s time for business. In almost no time, I’m moving against him.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” I say breathlessly.

“I need you to get off before I fuck you. I’m not going to last too long in the sweet little cunt I’ve been dreaming about,” he chokes out, barely stopping to get the words out, and adds his fingers to the mix, curling them in the spot that has become my favorite for him to touch.