He lifts me like I weigh nothing, carries me to the bedroom, and lays me down. Stripping off his shirt, he crawls over me, hard and already lining himself up.
“This is the part,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine, “where I remind you just how mine you are.”
And he does. All night. Until I can’t remember anything but the sound of his voice, the feel of his body, and the way he makes the rest of the world disappear.
I don’t know how long we’ve been at it.
The sheets are tangled. My skin is slick with sweat. And Will is buried so deep inside me it feels like I might never breathe properly again.
He’s got me straddling him now. His hands gripping my hips, guiding me as I ride him slow, hard, and deep, like every stroke is meant to remind me who I belong to.
“Fuck, Phern,” he growls, head falling back as I grind against him. “You feel like heaven. Like you were made to take me.”
I moan, fingernails dragging down his chest. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
His eyes lock on mine. “Not planning to.”
His hands slip around to my ass, pulling me down harder, making me cry out.
“You’re mine,” he pants. “You understand? Mine.”
I don’t answer. I’m too far gone.
But he’s not having that.
One hand snakes up to my throat. It’s gentle, but firm enough to steal my breath as he growls, “Say it.”
I gasp. “I’m yours, Will.”
“Damn right you are.”
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The phone on the nightstand lights up, vibrating hard against the wood.
I glance toward it, out of breath, and see the name glowing on the screen.
Nash Kimzey.
Will sees it too. His jaw locks. And then? He flips me onto my back in one rough motion and thrusts back into me. Hard. I cry out, clinging to him as the phone continues to buzz.
“You gonna answer him while I’m buried inside you?” he growls at my ear. “Let him hear you coming on my cock?”
I shake my head, moaning as he pounds into me, deeper.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he spits, voice thick with possessive heat. “He doesn’t get this. I do.”
The phone stops ringing.
He grabs my thigh, pulls my leg higher, and fucks me harder, like he’s chasing every second we wasted.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I do.
And I swear I come undone just from that. His eyes, the tension in his jaw, the claim in every inch of his body.
The phone goes silent.
