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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 the whole point, Kass.”
“What kind of sorcery is this?” I say, and he laughs. I search his eyes for a logical explanation, but there is nothing logical about this. Nothing logical about us.
“Give it up,” he commands.
“What?”
“Control.” His order sucker punches me. “Give it up.”
I shake my head, the pleasure growing impossible to ignore. “But I—”
