Page 43 of The History Between Us

Chuckling softly, I mutter, “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.”

“Why is that not surprising?”

As soon as the back of my legs hit the edge of his bed, his hands come up to my chest, and he’s shoving me down. His gaze is heady as he peers down at me, my heart thumping harder as I wait to see what his next move is. Stepping between my thighs, he reaches for the button on my jeans, flicking it open and sliding the zipper down in one swift motion. Next,he yanks the material down my legs, taking my briefs too, until I’m lying before him completely naked.

William rakes his hungry eyes down my body, zeroing in on my cock, and the way it’s thickening more by the second. My whole being feels alight right now, every inch of flesh burning with need. After he drinks the sight of me in for a few moments, he blankets my body with his, hands coming down on either side of my head as his lips crash down on mine. If possible, this kiss feels even more supercharged than before. Even more desperate and needy. I can taste the sheer arousal on his tongue, feel it in the way he bites down on my bottom lip, tugging until I moan.

It doesn’t last long, though. Before I know it, he’s working his way across my jawline, nipping and sucking on the skin there, until he finds that sweet spot on my neck below my ear that sends a surge of heat down to my core. Working his way down, he peppers my chest with affection next, his movements hurried. Like he can’t consume me quick enough. I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him work his way down my abdomen, spreading my legs wider, giving him easier access.

The first and only other time we’ve done this, it was me in charge. It was me kissing him everywhere. Me tasting and touching and licking him. The role reversal is different, but so fucking hot. Watching him take what he wants, seeing how desperate he is for me. My blood pumps hot in my veins, the organ in my chest nearly busting out of my ribs, the lower he sinks, the closer he gets to where I need him.

But because this is William, and I swear he enjoys making me suffer, he doesn’t put me out of my misery so quickly. His lips press down everywherebutwhere I want him, and I’m going out of my mind. My dick is rock hard and leaking,aching for attention. Sitting back on his haunches, William caresses my thighs with his rough, warm palms while he peers at me. His lips tug into a smirk, clearly very aware of what he's doing to me. A quick, shameless glance down the front of him reveals how turned on he is.

“Touch me,” I beg, my voice coming out like a whine, but I can’t help it. It feels like I’m going to explode with my need for him.

“Your patience could use some work,” he throws back as he gropes himself over his pajama pants. The sight does nothing to tamp down the desire coursing through me.

“Well, you got me all worked up, Doc,” I rasp, reaching down with the intent of stroking myself, but he slaps my hand away before I have the chance.

“No touching,” he growls.

“Why the fuck not?” I ask, gawking at him.

Fingers dancing along the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, his gaze drags up my body until it locks on mine. “Because,” he starts, a ravenous glint in his eyes, “while we’re in here, this”—I shiver as his index finger brushes along the underside of my shaft in a featherlight touch—“is mine, and you don’t get to touch what’s mine. Am I making myself clear?”

Holy shit. I’m not going to survive this.

I can only nod, my mouth too dry to speak.

A sinister grin spreads across his face. “Good boy,” he purrs, andfuck me, I want to hear that again. I’ve never been known to have much of a praise kink before, but something about those two words falling from his lips has me desperate to make him proud.

“One night,” he mutters. “That’s all this is. We’re going to have this one night, and then it’s never going to happen again. It can’t. Do you understand me, Colt?”

I nod, knowing full well it’s a lie. In no fucking world am I about to have another taste of William, only to wake up in the morning and never do it again. I think the fuck not. But if a little white lie is what it takes for me to have his hands on me, then so be it.

“We can’t keep this up,” he goes on, and at this point, I’m unsure if he’s talking to me… or himself. “No matter how much we want to, we can’t. So, tonight.”

“Tonight,” I parrot, the confirmation tasting sour on my tongue. One night could never be enough with him, and whether he knows it yet or not, I’m going to make him see. William’s walls are breaking down slowly; the fact that I’m naked in his bedroom right now is proof of that. A connection this strong can’t be wasted on one fucking night. He’ll come to his senses soon enough.

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William Andino

One night.

I can do this. I’m a strong man with self-control. I can enjoy the time we have tonight, and surely move on with my life starting tomorrow. This is simply an itch. Something we need to work out of our systems… again. And doing that tonight will scratch it.

I can do this.

Colt looks mesmerizing lying before me. Completely nude on my bed, his stiff cock waiting for my touch. Dripping for me. His body is a work of art. Despite his inability to work out because of his injury, his body is still taut and tone. Lean muscles, sharp lines, and beautiful tan skin. Colt’s a tall man; not nearly as tall as I am, but his limbs are long and lean. Bull riding has done his body well. He’s a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure.

Being here with him, I’m overwhelmed in the very best way. He’s laid out, not so patiently waiting for my next move, but that’s the thing… I don’t even know where to start. There’s so much of him I want to consume, and knowing we only have tonight puts the pressure on me. And I’m stuck between wanting to drown myself in him as quickly as possible and wanting to take my time and savor him, make it last all goddamn night.

“You’re killing me, Doc,” Colt whines, his brows pinched together as he rolls his hips up, silently begging me to touch him.

Smirking, I ask, “What did I say about patience?”

“It’s runningrealfucking thin,” he huffs with a small laugh, and a thrill shoots down my spine at how needy he is right now. I’m honestly surprised he’s even listening to me or letting me call the shots.

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