Page 8 of Ward Willing
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she says, breathless, before pressing her lips against mine again and wrapping her arms around my neck.
Every pounding beat of my heart pulls me further and further under the blanket of intoxication, and even if I wanted to stop, I’m not sure I could. My senses are heightened, and everything else fades away as our mouths move against each other, as I curl my fingers around the fabric of her dress, as a low rumble escapes my throat. It’s carnal and heady—andwrong.But everything is hazy now, and I can’t reconcile how something that feels so good could possibly be so, so wrong.
Every brush of her fingers on my neck makes me groan.
Every tiny gasp that leaves her mouth has me grinding her against my cock to get friction.
Every movement and sound and touch is intensified, and then my rational mind drops away. It’s too easy to ignore the warning bells. Too easy to listen to what my body wants.
“Inside,” I command, my hands skimming to her ass and squeezing.
She pulls away and gives me a playful smirk before twisting around and opening what appears to be a spare office or storage room. I follow her inside on shaky legs, and if I were sober, it would be the point where I realize how terrible of an idea this is. If I were a better person, perhaps I’d have more control over my impulses.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, pulling her into me.
I can deal with the consequences, the regret, and the implications of my decisions tomorrow. Right now, all I can think about is sinking into her and fucking her senseless.
Our teeth click together painfully due to the lack of light, and as my eyes adjust, we both pull away slightly.
“Sorry,” she says quietly. “You’re drunk and high, and I don’t want to?—”
“Shut up,” I growl, pulling her to me again.
She whimpers when I lift her up and press her against the wall, hiking her dress up with one hand and running the other over the globe of her ass. Stumbling slightly, Zoe giggles as I reach underneath the hem of her dress, gripping her underwear and roughly tugging them away from her body. A ripping sound fills the small room, and her mouth drops open.
“Did you just tear my underwear off?”
“Be quiet,” I murmur, something dark and unsettling washing over me. My mind is screaming to halt what we’re doing, but I can’t seem to stop touching her.
Thatfuckingbrownie.
“Liam,” she whimpers. The sound of her name on my lips, doingthis, is… unimaginable.
I go still, my thumb stopping just short of her clit. I can feel how wet she is…how much she wants this. If I were sober, I’d relish in everything. But right now, all I need is to be inside of her. My mind is both a wild mess of reasons why I shouldn’t do this while simultaneously being eerily quiet.
“I need you,” she adds, sounding desperate.
I don’t understand why, and I can’t pinpoint exactly what those words make me feel…
I just know that I want her to surrender to me.
“You drive me crazy,” I whisper into her mouth. “Absolutely fucking crazy,” I growl, lining her dripping cunt up with my cock. “Birth control?” I ask, the idea of consequences of my actions so fucking far off. But I know I need to ask this one thing. There’s at least one responsible brain cell still left inside my head.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I don’t hesitate. I push into her, and she’s sogoddamntight…
Squeezing my eyes shut, I breathe through my nose so I don’t explode early. Vaguely, I register that she feels… different. It’s too tight, and her face is scrunched up in pain. Through the haze, my eyes snap open as I glare down at her.
Is she…?
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I nearly scream, starting to pull out.
Zoe’s hands come to my hips, stopping me. “Please. No, I’m not. I’m not,” she rushes out in a heavy sigh. “I’m not a virgin.”
Relief washes over me, and I take a steadying breath as her warm heat wraps around my aching cock.
“Keep going,” she begs, an edge of vulnerability to her voice.
