Will steps up behind me, lightly brushing the loose hairs from my ponytail to expose one side of my neck. I watch his reflection in the window, the way he lowers his head and brings his mouth close to me. The moment the warmth of his lips skate over my skin, my eyes flutter closed. His tongue flicks out, tasting the salt off my flesh.
He releases my hair from the ponytail, then buries his face in my sweat-dampened hair and breathes me in.
“Say it again,” I whisper.
He’s silent for a moment, either too preoccupied with tasting and scenting whatever skin he can reach, or tracing back to the last words he said to me.
“I won’t stop,” he rasps against the shell of my ear.
His hands circle around me from behind, pushing just beneath my shirt to rest against my skin, the contact a slow, simmering burn. His fingers flex. I open my eyes again, finding his gaze locked on mine in the reflection of the window. They stay locked as he slowly lifts the hem of my shirt up my torso. I lift my arms, and he pulls the fabric over my head. My hair falls to one side, baring my neck and shoulder to his lips and tongue again.
I shiver at the contact of his hands and lips on me, leaning back against his solid chest as he teases his fingertips up and down my stomach and chest, tracing over my abs, around my pecs, fingering my nipples. He lightly tugs my belly button ring, pulling a groan from me before looping a finger into a belt loop and using it to guide me to turn around and face him.
His lips hover over mine as he runs a knuckle down my chest and stomach to my waistband. His fingers tease inside and run back and forth, back and forth, so slowly it feels like it might not actually be happening. Then his deft fingers undo my belt and the fly of my pants.
When his lips finally touch mine, it’s a light brush of searing heat. Between not knowing when he’s going to kiss me and tracking where his hands are, I can’t tell up from down. My mouth is open and my eyes are shut, but they pop wide open when I feel him flick his tongue out to lick my bottom lip. I chase his lips, but he stands to his full height and I can’t reach.
Oh fuck, he’s going to kill me.I already can’t breathe, can’t make room for more air in my chest. The heat of him is burning all the oxygen in the room.
Will holds my gaze as he slowly lowers his face back down, and I don’t close my eyes until his mouth is on mine.
He kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. I thought the kiss yesterday was soul snatching, but this time it’s like he could devour my soul and still come back for more.
I don’t even notice him pushing the fabric of my pants down until the cool glass of the window touches my fevered skin as Will presses me against it. I reach for his dark blue henley and pull it over his head, breaking the kiss momentarily. He comes back in more of a frenzy, pressing against me skin to skin.
My hands push in front of me to undo his jeans. Unlike mine, his jeans are loose enough to fall down around his thighs when I open them, exposing his sexy thighs and tight dark green boxer briefs. I reach for his straining cock, and he practically yelps into my mouth at the contact. Pulling away from me, he sinks to his knees, pulling my pants down my legs, trailing kisses down my thighs as he goes.
I cry out when he takes my cock into his mouth, bobbing slowly as he removes my shoes and tries to get rid of my stupidly tight pants. He groans in frustration, releasing my cock with a wet pop so he can bend lower and focus on the task at hand. Once he’s freed my legs from the constricting fabric, he trails kisses up the inside of my thigh, buries his face in my groin and inhales, then licks along the crease of my thigh.
It’s sexy as fuck but also a little ticklish, and a little gross. “I need a shower,” I start to whine, but my words fade into a moan when he sucks my balls into his mouth.
“MmMmm,” he protests, rolling his tongue around them before releasing them and running his tongue straight up the underside of my cock, up and around my belly button, up my sternum and the side of my neck as he stands. “I love the way you taste,” he growls into my ear. “I want to lick all the salt and sweat from every inch of your body.”
“So gross,” I moan, but I might as well be saying, “so hot” from the tone and inflection in my voice.
Will is out of his shoes and pants in the next moment, wrapping his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist, and I hiss as he presses me against the cold glass and licks into my mouth, sharing the tang of salt between us.
I’m bare to him, cold glass behind me, the searing heat of his skin against mine in front. The stark contrast only builds me up more, heightening every sensation, every touch.
Will rocks into me, rubbing our cocks together, but it’s not enough. I writhe and whine until my back comes off the glass, and he carries me to the bed.
Mouth never leaving mine, he lays me down and drapes himself over me. I mewl into his mouth when his hand wraps around my cock between us, copious amounts of precum drenching his hand, making the slide easy. Forcing a hand between our bodies, I shift until I can line his cock up with mine, wrapping his hand around both of us because his hand is bigger. I bring mine up to my mouth, spitting into my palm then holding it upfor him to do the same before spreading our combined saliva over us to add to the precum dripping from both of us.
Will groans into my mouth, pulls his lips away just long enough to look down at us, then back up at me with an astonished expression as he rocks his hips and moves his hand up and down both our shafts. He shudders and returns his mouth to mine, kissing me harder, deeper.
“Ari—” he pants, pumping his hand harder and faster.
All I can manage is an unintelligible whimper. Will stiffens and hot cum splashes against my stomach and all over my cock. He lets out a long moan as he rides the aftershocks, his cum slick in his palm.
“Fuck—” I thrust up into his hand faster, following him over the edge. He groans and strokes us harder, until every drop is squeezed from both of us. Through it all, he never stops kissing me until both our cocks stop pulsing.
Will trails his lips over my jaw and down my neck. Then he hovers above me, looking down at my body beneath his. He lays a hand on my stomach, slowly splaying his fingers out, then moves it slowly through the mess of our combined releases. His eyes are unfocused, like he’s in a trance. He smears our cum up my body, all the way to my throat. His fingers wrap around the base of my neck lightly, and he lowers himself to kiss me again, his chest and abs sliding over mine and spreading the mess between us.
It’s slow and sweet and filthy all at the same time, and it stays like this until we’re both hard and wanting again. We spend the next several hours wrapped up in each other, never going long without kissing or touching.
I fall asleep with my skin fused to his, and despite the itch of dried cum and the slightly painful peel of places where our skin is literally glued together, I wake up feeling more relaxed and refreshed than I can ever remember before.
TWENTY-SEVEN
