Page 76 of Up In Flames
What started off as a frenzied kiss, all tongue and ferocity, mellowed into something smoother. Something more easygoing. My heart slammed into my ribs like a battering ram. I finally let my hands travel Will’s body. I dragged my hands down his sides, letting him feel my intention through my touch. I wanted him so fucking bad. On me. In me. Around me.
Grabbing his ass, I pulled him into me as I writhed underneath him, grinding our cocks together. If Will had asked me what kind of life I wanted, I’d have saidthis. I wanted laughter. Sex. I wanted someone to look after me. To choose me. To keep me and come home to me. And I wanted him to be that someone.
I wanted to take him on dates and meet his parents. I wanted things I hadn’t thought of yet. The idea of forever was nebulous and untouchable, but I wanted that too.
“Will.” My lips moved against the corner of his mouth. “Will, please.”
“What do you need, honey pie sugar bum?”
I nearly choked on my laughter. “I need for you not to call me that when I’m trying so politely to ask you to pin me down and fuck me within an inch of my life.”
“As you wish.” Will brushed a kiss against my lips. “I’m going to grab the lube and when I come back, I want you naked, kneeling on the couch, arms over the back of it, ass out.”
He got off me, but he made it clear with how swiftly he was moving that I didn’t have a lot of time to comply. I stood and tore my shirt off over my head, then fumbled with my fly. As I struggled out of my pants, I made a mental note to only wear easily removable attire when we were at home from now on.
I was just climbing onto the couch when Will returned, bare chest, his pants open and his cock already out. Pillowing my arms on the back of the couch, I stuck my ass out and let myself look at him.
Will paused to drizzle lube onto his dick. I could feel him watching me as he prepared himself. I watched him until he came up behind me, and then I closed my eyes and felt him. My breath caught when Will squirted lube down my crack, then his powerful hands were on me. One on my hip, holding me in place as the other delved between my cheeks and teased my entrance.
I parted my legs and leaned forward a little more, thrusting my ass out for him to use. Emptiness throbbed inside me, begging for him to chase it away. I needed him so bad I could hardly think or speak or breathe. And then his fingers slid into me and the hand on my hip tightened, pinning me in place as I tried to fuck myself on his fingers.
“Greedy.” Will thrust his fingers into me, hard and fast with shallow movements that didn’t reach the place I most wanted them to. But every time I tried to ease back, to take him deeper, he pulled away.
“Will, please.” Frustration made my throat burn.
“Soon.” Will’s reply was a lie because every second that his cock wasn’t in me was a fucking eternity. I wasn’t going to make it. My heart was climbing the walls, and my lust was eating me alive, making me antsy and unsatisfied.
And then Will thrust those two fingers in so deep I saw stars. His knuckles pressed into my ass, biting into the flesh as the fingers he buried inside me stroked, slowly and maddeningly lighting me up. Giving me what I needed. Almost.
Reduced to a throbbing, writhing, slippery mess, I let out a deep breath and relaxed and resigned myself to a life of torture. And that’s when Will pulled his fingers out of me and before I could even begin to protest, he lined his cock up with my hole and slid inside.
I arched up, my back bending like a bow string. Will gathered me close, kissed my back. My shoulders. My spine. His hands mapped my body, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake and I gripped the back of the couch in tight fists.
Will wrapped his arms around me, pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades, and fucked me. Wet, open-mouthed kisses pressed against my skin. Hands mapped my flesh. Held me tight. Caressed me. He breathed my name, somehow tender despite the way his hips snapped, and he thrust up into me as hard and deep as he could drive himself.
He came first, fucking me at a relentless pace. I felt the moment the orgasm took hold. His muscles tensed and his rhythm stuttered. Instead of whispering sweet nothings in my ear, I heard a litany of curse words. But it had the same effect on me.
I fucking loved this man, and I loved that he fell apart for me. When he was done, he pulled out, which was a shame because I’d have loved if he’d fucked his cum right out of me.
“Turn around.” Will took a step back to give me room to move. I was a graceless, sweaty, horny mess, and Will stillmanaged to look at me like I was the most exquisite piece in the exhibit.
Words were beyond me, so I did as I was told with a bit of a grunt and then a moan when Will dropped to his knees in front of me. I sat, legs spread wide, arms thrown across the back of the couch, feeling not unlike an emperor as Will held my gaze and lowered himself down.
One minute I was an emperor, the next I was at his mercy. Will sucked me down to the root, probably because he knew it would make my ass levitate off the couch. And he was right. Will had a wickedly talented mouth, and I wish I could say that I had more staying power than I did, but he brought me to the edge and sucked me over it in the matter of a few very well spent minutes.
When he was done, he released my cock and looked up at me, his eyes soft, and he had that little smile on his face that he had when he looked at me sometimes.
“I love you,” I told him, needing to say it as much as he needed to hear it.
He leaned forward, laid his head on my thigh, and wrapped his arms around me. “I love you too.”
I was sticky and spent and in need of a shower, or at least a wet cloth, but Will was comfortable where he was, and I hated to ask him to move. The shower could wait, I decided, as I shoved a strand of hair off Wills’ face. He looked peaceful. Happy. And I’d done that. I’d given that to him. I hoped I was able to put that look on his face for a long time to come.
“I can hear you thinking,” Will said without opening his eyes.
“It’s a lawyer thing.”
He scoffed, a puff of air washing over my overheated skin. “What are you thinking about?”
