Page 30 of Haunted Hearts
“That’s exactly right,” Will growls. He reaches down to slap his dick against my thigh. The sharp sting is electric. “The only thing left is to fuck you with my cock. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I choke out. He won’t shut up, and my sex is absolutely pulsing with need.
“I’ve got a condom in my wallet. I want to watch you touch yourself while I put it on.”
I may as well be in a trance, because I obey without a second thought. My hand moves between my legs as Will fishes his wallet from the pocket of his discarded jeans and tears open the foil packet with his teeth. He eyes me hungrily as he rolls the condom down his length.
I meet his eyes, my own fingers still circling my clit. It feels good, but not as good as he does.
“Will, can you just…”
“Put it in?”
“Yes. Fuck.”
A smile plays on his mouth as he looks down to rub the fat head of his cock against me, teasing my entrance. I can already feel my wetness glazing him as he nudges himself ever so slightly inside, then pulls back out. There’s no way I’m the only one he’s driving wild right now. This has got to be killing him, too.
“Okay, Lydia. I’ll put it in,” Will says. He’s hovering above me, his cock poised at my opening. He leans down to growl into my ear. “And not only will I put it in—but I’m going to fuck you deep. And hard. And rough. Just like I’ve been wanting to since I saw that fucking text. Just like you deserve.”
And then he slams into me. I gasp with the quick flash of pain that comes with his size, but it’s over in a second, and my pussy welcomes him, molding around his length. He thrusts in and out in deep, long strokes, angling himself so that his tip hits inside in exactly the right place. Gripping his ass, I pull him in deeper and he groans.
“Fuck, Lydia.” His voice is low and rough in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight. So wet for me. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
I moan out something that I think sounds likeyes, and it’s only after I do that it fully dawns on me how true it is. Because thisiswhat I wanted—isn’t it? Will Holloway is a brooding, selfish prick, but just looking at him makes my panties wet. Where that leaves us, I don’t know. But right now, with his erection pumping in and out of me, I don’t care.
“And you know what else,” Will murmurs, his breaths coming in pants now as he keeps the rhythm with his hips. “Makes me wonder… about that other guy. The one who texted you. He’s the same guy from the Farmers Market, isn’t he? I bet he didn’t stretch you out like this. Didn’t fill you up with his cock like I do.”
The heat is building in my lower abdomen again as my mind flashes on that fucking Instagram photo. Dylan is the last person I want to think about in this moment. In fact, if I’m honest with myself, I texted Will precisely tonothave to think about Dylan for a couple of hours. Probably because I knew something like this would end up happening.
So I say nothing, just run my hands along the muscled slope of Will’s back and close my eyes.
“Hmm.” Will gives one last thrust, then slides out of me.
No. Fucking. Way. If he thinks he’s going to bring me this far only to?—
“Turn over,” Will commands. He snaps his fingers, then gives my ass a slap as I roll over onto my stomach and peer back at him. “On all fours. It’s time you were fucked by someone who knows how.”
seventeen
WILL
Fuck.
Lydia’s on her hands and knees in front of me, and the sweeping curve of her ass is absolutely glorious in the flickering light of the fire. She’s looking back at me, and her eyes hold mine, almost like she’s afraid that if she doesn’t, I’ll suddenly throw on my clothes and leave. Or something.
Her not answering me, when I asked her about that other guy, the one from the text, is grating on me. Yeah, I asked out of smugness. And yeah, unless that dude at the Farmers Market is one hell of a grower, I’m pretty sure I could answer my own question. But the fact that she didn’tsayanything…
Makes me doubt myself a little.
And I don’t like that.
As I nudge the tip of my cock into her opening, Lydia starts to move her hips. She’s getting impatient for me to plow into her again—which is a good sign.
“I’m going to ask you again,” I say. “Has anyone ever filled you up like this?”
“No,” she gasps this time.
A sheet of hair falls into her face as she turns again to look at me, and that’s what does it. I can’t take the tension any longer.Placing my hands on either side of her ass, I grip her soft flesh so hard she flinches and plunge my entire shaft into her until I feel myself hit her inner wall. Lydia moans. I pull out, all the way out, and catch a glimpse of my cock glistening with her wetness before I shove it back in. Her pussy molds around my cock like a sheath to a blade. I can’t get enough.
