Page 6 of All We Are

His throat pulses around my tip, eyes blinking blearily up at me.

“Will,” I say shakily, arching my back. “Jesus.” It’s taking all my restraint right now not to unleash on his throat. It’s so tight. So warm.

His blunt nails dig into the swell of my ass, holding me to his face. His cheeks redden, eyes shining bright. Using his hold on my ass, he slides my dick from his mouth, saliva dripping obscenely.

He quickly brings a hand to his mouth, using the excess to coat his fingers, before returning to my crease. Fingertips skate over my hole at the same time his tongue curls around the head of my dick.

He drops a gentle kiss to my tip. “Gonna let me in, baby?”

My entire body vibrates and I give a little nod, biting my lip. I squeeze, clenching against his persistent digit, inhaling deeply. On my exhale, I release.

His lip ticks up, feeling the muscle give beneath his fingertip. “Always so good for me.”

Clamping down on my molars, the tendons in my neck threaten to snap. Dark hair falls over my eyes, swaying as I hang my head, unwilling to take my eyes off his face. Fire licks up my spine, and I welcome it. That punishing pleasure-pain I’m so addicted to.

Will gathers my dick back into his mouth, using just his lips and tongue. A part of me wants to grab myself and guide it where I want it, but I find this is so much better—so much hotter—watching the way he hungrily, desperately gobbles up my cock, hands-free.

He swallows me inch by inch while simultaneously shoving his finger fully inside me, sinking down knuckle by knuckle.

God fucking damn.

The pressure and heat is unbelievable. The mind-numbing pleasure even more so.

His moan tickles my cock, and sparks collect at my base, drawing my nuts up. With his free hand, he gives my ass a little encouraging slap, and I don’t waste another second.

Gripping his hair with one hand, and bracing the other on the window, I start fucking his mouth with short, shallow thrusts. Dark, bottomless eyes glittering up at me with silent challenge.

Gritting my teeth, I shove myself back on his finger. His eyes flare, and then I’m thrusting as deep as I can into his throat.

He gags, tears building at the corners of his eyes. I wait for him to tap out, but he doesn’t. If anything, his nails sink deeper into the back of my thigh. So deep, I’m sure there will be marks.

The thought spurs me on, increasing the tempo and intensity of my unabashed assault to his mouth. His throat squeezes around my tip, the walls of his mouth slick and blisteringly hot. I feel the edge of a tooth at my base, scraping over my pubes, and I lurch, my movements turning jerky and wild.

The finger fucking me turns into two, and it stings. Burns so fiercely, my toes cramp from where I curl them so tight, going numb. And yet I ride his fingers like my life depends on it, like the sole purpose of my life could be found in the way he fucks me.

Be it his fingers or cock or tongue. I just need him to fill me.

I just need to behis.

A tear streaks down his cheek and I lower my hand, smoothing it with my thumb. Our gazes sear into one another’s, hooded, and blackened with desire.

“F-fuck,”I chatter into a long, throat-clenching moan. “Will. Damn it. Shit, I’m gonna come. Babe, I’m gonna come,” I babble, my voice wrecked and barely recognizable.

He blinks up at me, lashes clotted with tears. He doesn’t have to say anything. I can practically hear his filthy thoughts in my head, encouraging me. Praising me. It’s almost enough to make me regret the fact that hecan’tspeak.

But just as quickly as the thought comes, and I consider pulling out, he somehow manages to twist and curl his fingers, despite how tightly my hole clenches around them, hitting that hot little button inside me that never fails to send me spiraling.

Not taking my eyes off his, I turn my face just enough to bury my mouth into the crook of my arm, muffling my scream.

Tears spring to my eyes, and my hips stutter, grinding and thrusting against his face of their own accord. I tip over the edge, shattering into a million pieces.

It takes everything in me to watch his eyes as I come apart, spilling hotly down his throat. He swallows around me, taking everything I have to give, extracting pleasure from me like this has always beenhissole purpose.

Shattering me, and devouring every jagged, broken piece I have to give.

I pull out and he gasps, near-choking. Paying no mind to the cum clinging to his lip, or the coughs quaking his chest, or the fingers still lodged in my ass, I dip down, capturing his swollen lips with mine.

We’re all moans and heaving, uneven breaths, twitchy limbs and lazy tongues. The lingering taste of me intermingled with something that is just so distinctively Will is a flavor that can’t be beat. I strive to lick it all up.

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