His voice dips again, only for me. “You gonna come like this, sugar? Quiet and messy, grinding on me while he talks about scores and fantasy leagues?”
I can’t speak. Can’t breathe.
“You better not make a sound,” he growls, grinding up into me again. “Or he’s gonna know I’ve got my cock buried so deep in you, you can’t even think straight.”
My body’s already unraveling, trembling as the orgasm builds. It so forbidden that I know it’s going to be the best one I’ve had yet.
And all the while, Sam’s voice keeps going in the background. Completely unaware.
Will’s hand grips my hip, steadying me as I roll my hips over him, slow and silent, every inch of movement driving me closer to the edge.
Sam’s voice filters through the speaker like a cruel backdrop, talking about ordering a new cooler for his barn, maybe hosting a poker night. It’s something normal, something mundane. All while my entire body is strung so tight I could snap.
Will is deep inside me, still, thick, twitching with the effort not to thrust up hard.
His mouth brushes my ear.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers, fingers digging in. “You gonna lose it while your big brother’s talking about pork sliders?”
I nod.
He bites my shoulder. “Then do it. Be a good girl and come on my cock while Sam finishes his grocery list.”
My hands clutch his shirt, knuckles white. I try to stay quiet.
I try.
But the pressure’s unbearable.
One more slow grind and I break.
The orgasm crashes over me—hot, fast, and violent. My whole body seizes, breath gone, sound caught in my throat. I bury my face in Will’s neck and bite down hard to stay silent.
And he doesn’t stop.
He grips my waist and keeps me moving, keeps whispering filth in my ear as I fall apart in his lap.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “So fuckin’ good for me. So wet. So perfect. You’re mine, sugar. Mine. And now I’m gonna put a baby in you.”
On the phone, Sam finally pauses.
“You okay?” he asks. “You sound kinda out of breath again.”
Will chokes back a laugh.
I squeeze his arm in warning.
“Just hot in here,” Will says, clearing his throat. “AC’s busted again.”
There’s a pause.
“You need to get that fixed,” Sam mutters.
“Yeah,” Will says, looking straight at me, voice smug and dark. “Definitely. Things are heating up.”
I mouth,You’re the worst.
He grins.
