Page 161 of In Spades

“Will,” I said softly as he turned onto his street. His grip on my thigh tightened. He was barely restrained. Barely holding on to control.

“Hmm?” he grunted.

I reached over and squeezed the thickness that was straining at his fly. “I want you. Us.”

His left hand choked the steering wheel as he careened into his driveway. “Good,” he clipped. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

Before I could blink, he was out of the truck. Will pulled me through the open driver side door and into his arms. His hands dug into my ass as he hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

The truck door slammed shut and my back collided into the side of the cab. He had me elevated and pinned with his hips, hands sliding up my sweater. Frigid air bit at my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

Will dug his fingers inside my bra, nails scraping against my pebbled nipples. He gripped one cup in each hand and, with a single harsh jerk, tore it in two.

I gasped, feeling the underwire dig into my ribs. Despite the weather, my skin flushed with heat as a wildfire blazed between us.

“Will,” I whimpered.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled. “I want you naked and I want it right now.”

I moaned an incoherent string of yes, yes, yes, furiously grinding my hips against his, desperate for a little more friction.

Will dipped his head to the side, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, dug my nails into his hair, and held on tight as he blindly carried me to the front door. I was vaguely aware of his key sliding into the lock and the door opening. All I could think about was him sinking deep inside me, filling the emptiness.

The longing.

He kicked the door shut with his boot and lowered me onto my feet. Before I could even think, he grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head. Tossing the shirt aside, he shackled my wrists with his hand and pinned them high above my head.

My breasts bounced and strained for him to touch them, but he didn’t. I arched my back, desperate to be closer to him, but I couldn’t reach.

Will slid his free hand between my legs, cupping my pussy, rubbing his thumb across the seam in my jeans.

A whine escaped my lips. I couldn't help myself. Never in my life had I felt so needy. I was going to die if I didn't feel his skin on mine.

He pinned me to the wall with a dangerous gaze. Slowly, he slid his hand up, then deftly undid the button on my jeans and drew the zipper down. With deliberate leisure, he slipped his hand into my panties, never breaking his piercing stare.

I wondered what he was thinking as he gazed into my eyes.

Did he love me as much as I loved him? Did he want me as much as I wanted him? Did he need me as much as I needed him?

I didn’t need him for material things. No, I needed more than that.

I needed love. I needed someone to lean on and trust with the darkest parts of me. Someone to be protected by and to fight for.

“Oh!” I yelped as sudden pleasure took hold of me.

Will slid two fingers into my wet pussy. An approving groan rumbled out of his chest as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to the space on the wall beside my ear. His jaw scraped against my cheek.

“Good girl,” he praised with a dirty satisfaction. “So wet for me. So ready.” His thumb stroked my clit once and I keened in pleasure. A devilish grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. “So responsive.”

Without warning, he released my wrists and spun me. He knocked the back of my knees with his foot, taking me down to the floor.

Air escaped my lungs as my palms hit the hardwood panels. I turned my head and saw Will grabbing the waist of my jeans.

He shoved them down my thighs until the fabric bunched around my knees, stopped by the top of my boots. With a growl, he smoothed his palm over my barely covered ass.

My dark purple thong left nothing to the imagination.

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