Page 60 of Sweet

“Breathe, baby,” he purrs.

Instead of rapid, shallow panting, I take a few purposeful breaths while his grip on me tightens. And even if it really shouldn’t be enjoyable for me when he starts grinding me against him, suddenly it is. Maybe even because I’ve heard his low, commanding voice so often over the phone that even in person, he affects me. My shoulders drop with a final sigh that quickly transforms into a pleasured pant.

“That’s it,” he says, stroking up my spine at the same speed he drags his sentence. “Remember how I’d always ask you to touch your cock for me?”

My hips roll forward with his touch, and when I let my head tilt while releasing another pleased sigh, he’s right there. Lips on my neck, to my jaw, then pausing right by my ear.

“Do you think you can do that for me now?”

Normally, that’s an instant no, but… I almost want to try with Will. Almost. His hand moves up my spine again, this time traveling up my neck and landing in my hair. I raise my hand, but I still can’t get myself to commit. And then I get pissed at myself because this shouldn’t be so difficult. I really rather him fucking me however hard he wants.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to make you do everything you don’t.” Then he kisses my neck before wrenching my face back toward his. “We’ll work up to it, baby.”

I nod, but every part of me is shaking. Oddly enough, not scared or nervous. Not exactly looking forward to this either, but when I dip my eyes down for a moment, I can see the sticky trail of precum I’ve left on my stomach.

Will sighs and slides his hands back down to clench my ass. “We are both so fucking hard we could cut steel, but I’m not moving my hands from right here.” Then he kneads into my flesh to drive home his point.

Now, touching him? Not at all a problem. If anything, I’ve always preferred someone who could sit down and shut up, because I had little to no interest in what they offered me, anyway. Sex has always been a means to an end, to what actually brought me fulfillment.

I fist Will’s cock, stroking down to the tip while he lets out a pleasured hiss. Will’s fingers dig into my skin, but he doesn’t move otherwise—save for his lips parting to pant. As soon as I lean forward for another delicious taste of his mouth, he meets me the rest of the way. With every sweep of my tongue and stroke of his cock, his grip hardens until I’m certain he’s bruising me. And I kind of love the idea that he’s not afraid to hurt me, even if he’s fighting his other urges for me. Fuck, does that make my cock ache.

As if he can read my mind, Will whispers, “I want to feel you against me so badly.”

My eyes flick back up to him while I shift around atop his thighs. He immediately presses me closer, and the feeling of friction on my cock is about as good as the sensation of his rubbing against my skin. As soon as I move my hand back into the space between us, his breathing picks up from the anticipation alone. Fuck, I can understand why, too. With bothour cocks in my hand, the feeling is more of him on me than me doing anything to myself. After giving myself a second, I stroke the lengths of our shafts. Our tips brush together in my palm and that almost feels like too much, but still better than anything I’ve managed with anyone else. My whole body squirms in response and I can’t hold back the whine that feeling always pulls from me.

Will’s next breath turns into a groan, and I just know he’s close. Weeks of sex over the phone mean I’ve heard it numerous times now. Something about that response helps everything else click into place. Suddenly, it’s more like when we would talk, and I would be able to let go only at his insistence. All those nights spent alone in this room while imagining him. And now he’s really here. I move my hand faster without thinking about what it’s doing. Instead, I’m remembering how much he fucked me last night and how I loved every second of it. That gets my moaning to start.

“That’s it, baby,” Will says. “Go ahead and come.”

And I want to, but that isn’t something I can do on demand. Things would be so much simpler if I could.

“Cas.” He’s got that gravelly voice I love so much, but it’s different now. His tone reminds me of the night at the drive-in when he tried giving me an ultimatum and I called his bluff. His nose brushes against mine, then across my cheek as he makes his way to my ear. “Come for me, or else I’ll grab your cock and make you come myself.”

And that’s probably the last thing I want, which means it’s at the top of his list. Yet his soft threat has an unexpected effect. Well, unexpected to me. My body jerks forward with the sudden rush of unanticipated and overwhelming pleasure of an orgasm. Once I’m moaning Will’s name, he thrusts against my fist a few more times before his cock pulses, too.

Only then does his hand slide up my spine and neck before settling in my hair, where he cradles my scalp and gently rubs his fingers. “That felt so fucking good,” he whispers before kissing my temple.

Agreed. Actually felt good, but I’m not telling him. Even if he somehow manages to have any doubts, I’m not setting the bar high for myself.

“I find it interesting how all the times I’ve gotten you off, a lot of those happened after I threatened you,” Will says with a smirk, followed by another kiss.

“Did not.”

“Yeah, I did.” He sighs right in my ear. “Not with bodily harm, of course, but somehow I doubt that would rattle you.”

I huff to myself. He’s right about that much. Not to mention, if I so desired, I could kill Will. Easily. He’s only slightly bigger but not at all stronger and he has no reason to suspect me, so he leaves himself wide open, frequently. Maybe I shouldn’t find comfort in those thoughts, but relaxing happens more naturally when I have the upper hand.

With a wide grin aimed right at him, I say, “I don’t think you could rattle me.”

“Is that a challenge?” He laughs.

“No.” I sigh and relax more into him. “Regardless of what you do, I’m always going to feel a certain level of comfort around you.”

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Chapter twenty-four

Will

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