Page 10 of Rowdy and Willing

She glances away, nervously nibbling her lip. “Yes.”

I’m taken aback. I suspected as much with the way she acted, but it’s still shocking to hear confirmation. “You mean you’ve waited all this time? You’ve never even considered another man?”

She nods. “I wasn’t doing it intentionally. I wasn’t setting a rule for myself. I had some dates, but they never went anywhere. I never felt anything for those men. Maybe deep down I was waiting for you, Williams. I think I was always waiting for you.”

I just look at her, amazed that a beautiful woman like her resisted all temptation this long.

A tear rolls down her cheek. “Does that make me weird? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this weird. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so honest. I didn’t want to ruin everything.”

I let out a laugh and wipe the tear from her cheek with my thumb. “You’ve ruined nothing, Windy. You’re perfect for me. No matter what. You’ve always been perfect, and I’ve resisted admitting that for far too long.”

When I talked myself into finally going for it, I told myself this was all to release some steam. Maybe if we fucked once, we’d get it out of our system. Maybe just be friends with benefits. I told myself we didn’t have to make this a serious relationship.

I should have known that was all bullshit.

I love her, and I always have. I can’t run from it anymore.

6

WINDY

Ihave either made the best or worst decision of my life.

The dam finally broke. Williams couldn’t resist me anymore and I couldn’t resist him. He’s right next to me, kissing me after giving me the best orgasm of my young life.

“I need you, Windy. I need all of you,” he says, holding me tight.

“I need you too,” I say, pawing at his button-down work shirt, urging him to shed his clothes and become as naked as I am. At my urging he breaks away and strips, showing off that firm, hard worker chest of his, kicking off his boots and pushing those jeans down. I always knew he had a hell of a body, but seeing him like this? It makes me appreciate it in a whole new light.

There’s a tent in his briefs. My eyes are drawn right to it, then he takes those off too and I’m presented with something I’ve only fantasized about these past ten years. His cock throbs at me, strong and powerful, and I lick my lips. While I may be a virgin, that doesn’t make me naïve. I know Williams has something special between his legs, and I most definitely want it between my legs too.

But first? I have to show him I’m an equal in this relationship. My legs a bit wobbly from what Williams has already done to me, I stand and grab him by the cock, sharing another kiss on the lips before I drop down before him.

“Aren’t you the little vixen?”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Williams? How many times I’ve looked at you with a small voice in my head telling me to just kiss you, pull down your pants and suck your cock?”

“Probably as long as I’ve wanted to throw you down on the couch and eat you out.”

Giggling, I nod. That sounds about right. Guiding him by the cock, I urge him back to the sofa and push him down. He falls with a playful bounce as I drop to my knees in front of him, running my hand up and down his length, feeling him exquisitely throb in my grip, running my hand up and down his length.

It’s such an adrenaline rush to finally have my hands on his cock, feeling him twitch with need from my touch. My ego is being raised from the frumpy mechanic girl into an utter sexual goddess, more beautiful than anyone else on the planet. Sure, it’s only Williams who’s looking at me like that, but his is the only opinion that matters to me now.

My grip on him is tight at first, my need overriding common sense. Just like when working on cars, sometimes things need a tender touch and not just brute force. I caress his cock, running the tips of my fingers up and down his form, looking at him as he twitches with need for me. I hear his quiet gasps, his moans, and I keep my hand going up and down his shaft.

I finally turn my attention to those big heavy balls of his, giving them a gentle massage before I bring them toward my lips. I suck on them tenderly, referencing internet videos and my imagination about doing this to Williams. Giving both balls equal care and attention, I run my tongue up the bottom of his shaft, the sensations making Williams shake with anticipation.

Giggling, I kiss him on the cockhead, teasing him with little licks there as I open my mouth for him. I’m going for it. I take him bit by bit, pushing myself, letting my tongue wrap around him, tasting each and every bit of his manliness. I surprise myself with how much of him I get down my throat, and really, with how much I like this.

Slurping, I start sucking good and proper, running his cock through my lips, twisting my licks, jerking him with my hand where my mouth is not. Up and down, hearing his groans of appreciation, watching him as his head drapes back, so overwhelmed with pleasure. Up and down I go, each cycle of mouth and cock meeting feeding my passion more and more. I want all of him. I want to taste him. I get little tastes of his seed dripping onto my tongue, encouraging me to keep going. To keep sucking. I want him to explode down my throat so damn bad.

Only for him to deny me. The bastard.

He pulls me abruptly by my ponytail. He’s panting and shaking his head. “You’re a fucking natural, Windy, but unlike you? If you make me cum I’m spent. And there’s so much more I want to do to you before then. I need to make love to you. Fuck you. Whatever you want to call it, I need it more than air itself.”

I nod. That sounds like a damn fine consolation prize if I can’t make him cum in my mouth.

I lean back on the sofa for him, my legs spread. I shoot him the most seductive gaze I can muster, but it leads to laughter for both of us. He’s still my best friend and we can’t help but realize how silly this is on some level. It’s all about the good times between us, and we can’t deny that this is definitely a good time.

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