“I think I’m addicted to you, Drew,” Will whispers against my pussy.
Before I fell asleep last night, he asked if it would be okay to wake me up like this.
Did I think he was being serious? Nope.
Did I hope that he was? Hell yes.
Last night was … wow.
Will showed me exactly what it was like to be with a guy who cared for a woman’s needs—or at least made her feel like she was special to him.
I can see precisely why he broke Tristan’s sister’s heart. One night, and I’m already thinking about when we’ll next get to share a bed or, at the very least, when my nerve endings will feel this alive again.
This morning, he’s going down on me with languid strokes of his tongue. I haven’t looked in the mirror yet, but I know my body is covered in hickeys. Every inch of my skin stings in adelicious way I didn’t think was possible until the star Rogues forward carried me to bed and had his way with me.
Sucking my clit into his mouth, he releases it with a pop and crawls up my body, a huge grin on his face when he appears from under the duvet.
“Morning, Baby.”
His lips find mine, and I taste myself. It’s not as bad as I imagined it would be, or maybe it’s just because I love the way he kisses me.
His tongue massages against mine while his left knee nudges my thighs further apart.
“I have to fuck you again. Is that okay?”
My pussy aches with need at the thought of him back inside me.
“What time is it?” I sleepily ask. It could be daybreak or past ten in the morning for all I know.
“Who cares about the time?” He pushes inside me, and the sensation as I take all of him is incredible. “Let’s not go anywhere today. Shall we just stay here in this bed?”
Oh, the temptation to answer with a yes and let him have his way with me for hours … it almost has me abandoning all of our plans.
“Did you forget about the small matter of a meeting with Repeet?”
Will’s fingers work my clit while he strokes in and out of me in the missionary position. This boy is insatiable and every woman’s undoing.
“What if I fly your boss—Colton, is it? —to New York? He can handle the sponsorship deal, and we can do fun things together.”
I chuckle and then moan when he pulls out and replaces his dick with two fingers, curling them toward my front wall. My mouth hangs open, and he mimics my expression, totally delighted with himself.
“Is that good, Drew? Do you want to come all over my hand?”
Nodding because words fail me, I get a dark laugh and another finger added inside me.
“I’m curious,” he mumbles around my left nipple. “What’s the record for the number of orgasms a guy’s given you in a single twelve-hour period?”
“Why?” I grin up at him. His hair looks even better like this—all messy and the product of my fingers running through it. “Are you looking to set the record?”
His grin tells me yes.
Cupping his cheek in my palm, I’m not ashamed to admit what leaves my mouth next, even if I do feel inexperienced compared to him. “Well, you’ll be pleased to learn that you already set the record when you made me come for a second time.”
Will stops moving inside me, a look of horror strewn across his face.“The fuck?”
I shrug like it’s no big deal because it honestly isn’t. Every girl I’ve spoken to about sex has reported the same thing. Coming once is the standard with a lot of guys, and I remember at least two occasions where Paul didn’t get me off at all.
“It’s just the way it is,” I tell Will.
