“I can accept collateral damage.” His hand shifted from my back to cup my chin, and he angled my head to the side. “Suck,” he ordered, two fingers pressed to my lips.
My eyes drifted shut and I did as he said, and I didn’t even have a quippy comeback for him. My mind and body were consumed by the electricity coursing through me, and it seemed plausible that I’d drown in my own release.
“Open.” Will’s fingers left my mouth, and in their place, he left a biting kiss. “Let’s see about that orgasm now.”
I tried to protest, to explain that we were well past the point of teeth-numbing orgasm, but that would have required more than guttural babble. He continued pumping into me, panting, and whispered, “I told you that you could do better. Keep going, pretty girl, you got this.” I nodded, too boneless to form words, and he bit my earlobe. “Good. So good. You’re so good. Think you can give me a little more?”
I nodded again, and he growled as he slammed into me. His fingers shifted to my clit and nothing would ever be the same again. There was no way I could absorb all of this, and I couldn’t take this much at once. These sensations—his cock, his fingers, his mouth on my neck, his roared release—they engulfed me, and then,thenI fell apart.
As if he knew I needed something to hold me together, Will wrapped his arms around me and held me while I gasped and shook. We were still bent over the bed and he was still inside me, twitching and setting off tiny orgasmic land mines, and minutes passed before the stars faded from behind my eyes.
“That was good,” he murmured against my neck. “It takes you a little while to warm up, but you are not bad at this, Shortcake.”
“You were on-par with my vibrator,” I said. Total lie. All the vibrators couldn’t destroy me the way Will did, but he didn’t need to know that. “Completely adequate.”
Will laughed and tugged my earlobe between his teeth. “I’d like to meet that vibrator,” he said. The air conditioner switched on, and I shivered when the blast of cool air hit the fine sheen of sweat on my skin. He pulled out, smacked my ass, and tossed me to the middle of the bed. The bastard actuallytossedme.
“You can go now,” I snapped, finger-combing my hair from my face.
Will paid no attention to me, and instead of getting dressed, he kicked off his jeans from where they were bunched at his ankles. He sauntered toward the bathroom, and I listened, fuming, while the faucet ran. He returned with a glass of water and he shot a cocky grin in my direction.
“I said, you can go now.”
Will flopped down beside me with a laugh. “Yeah, I’m not going to do that.”
He pried the blanket away from my chest and brought his lips to my nipple, and my annoyance with him started dissolving into the background.
I dug my hands through his hair, angling him where I wanted and yanking him back to remind him he wasn’t the only one in charge. His teeth closed around me, and the sound I made—God help me, it was shameful—was one part sob, one part screech, one part newborn kitten mewl, all whore.
Will released my nipple with a gentle kiss and stared at me for a long beat. It gave me a moment to study his tattoos: a frog skeleton on his bicep, and an anchor crossed with a trident over his heart. They were tastefully done but I didn’t love tattoos; just not my style. Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember being with an inked guy. But Will’s were nice. Different. Intriguing. Maybe even sexy.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Will said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “I’m going to fuck you a couple more times, Shortcake. Teach you a few things about real orgasms. If that goes well, we’ll talk about rope.”
“Don’t call me Shortcake,” I warned.
He dropped his forehead to my belly and laughed. “But you’re good with the orgasms and rope?”
I shrugged. There was no way in hell I’d let anyone tie me up. “Like I said, you talk a big game. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“In that case…” Will pounced on me, sucking my other nipple into his mouth while he hardened against my thigh.
Then we heard a tremendous crack and the right side of the bed buckled beneath us. Will locked his arm around my waist as the bed teetered on a steep angle, and before we could move, the other side of the bed crumbled, too.
“That means we’re doing it right,” he said, and I laughed against his chest.
We broke the bed that night.
And the side table.
And the desk.
And the complimentary bathrobe belts, which that fucker definitely used to tie me up.
And that was all on top of trashing a bar.
*
I didn’t believein avoiding issues. My philosophy leaned toward grabbing those issues by the balls and twisting until I made them my bitches. Sure, it sounded severe, but avoidance only left problems out to rot until they were too obnoxious to ignore anymore.
