I hum low in my throat just to watch him twitch.
He glares down at me like he’s ready to lose his mind, but he doesn’t stop me.
He can’t.
“Yeah. I’ll swing by later,” he says, then coughs hard, like that’ll cover the shaky breath he’s barely keeping in. “Uh-huh. Yep. Gotta—gotta run. Someone—needs me at the?—”
He hangs up mid-sentence.
His phone clatters to the floor.
His hand tangles in my hair as he growls, “You’re evil.”
I smile up at him, mouth still wrapped around him.
And when he finally falls apart—hips jerking, voice raw, my name slipping from his lips like a confession—I know exactly what this is: My victory.
I barely finish wiping the corner of my mouth when Will grabs me, yanking me up and onto his lap so I’m straddling him again, only now he has the power.
“Oh, you think you’re cute?” he growls, still breathless but already recovering, already hardening again beneath me.
I grin. “I think I’m very cute.”
He leans in, nipping my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp. “You think that little stunt doesn’t come with consequences?”
“Wasn’t that the point?”
He slides his hands under my shirt, fingertips dragging over my ribs until I shiver.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he murmurs, voice like gravel. “You’re not gonna come until I say. You got that?”
I blink. “What?—”
He grips my hips, lifts me, and sinks me down onto him in one smooth, punishing thrust.
I cry out, hands scrambling for his shoulders as he fills me deep, no warning, no patience.
“Didn’t stutter,” he says, snapping his hips up. “You wanted to make me fall apart? Now you’re gonna feel what it’s like when I don’t let you.”
I try to move—needto move—but his grip tightens.
“No,” he growls. “You stay still. You take it.”
I whimper. He thrusts up again, hard.
“You sit here, and you feel every inch of my cock while I ruin you from the inside out.”
Another thrust.
“‘Cause now it’s my turn, sugar. And I’m gonna make you beg.”
He keeps moving. I’m already close, already trembling, but he knows. Every time I get there, he stops. Pulls out. Waits.
Then drives back in.
“You gonna come?” he whispers, mouth at my ear. “Too fucking bad.”
I sob his name, nails digging into his back.
