“I fucking missed you. More than you could ever imagine, Will. You make me want crazy things,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my neck in between words.
“Less talking. Please,” I whimper out as he grinds against me.
He nips at my neck. “You going to boss me around tonight?”
“If you don’t get to it, fuck yeah, I will. I’ve already gotten off once tonight, and it totally sucked.” I rock my hips into him.
He abruptly pulls away from me. “What did you use?”
I’m mindless with need, so the question doesn’t register for a minute until he stills my hips.
“What did you use to get yourself off, Will?” he growls.
“My vibrator,” I breathe out.
“It didn’t give you the relief you need because it wasn’t me, wasn’t my cock filling you, was it?”
“No.”
My head tips back onto the tree as he kisses along my exposed shoulder, and the hand that’s holding my ass moves along my waist as he presses forward with his body weight to hold me up.
I feel his touch slide over my hip, over my shorts, and slip under my underwear.
“I like the shorts.” His voice holds a teasing lilt, and it so damn sexy.
Before I can come up with a snarky comeback to try to get a leg up in this spar of ours, his fingers circle my clit once before plunging two inside of me.
“Holy fuck,” I moan.
“Put your hands above your head and keep them there,” he growls as he keeps a steady rhythm with his fingers, and I comply without hesitation.
The bark of the tree scrapes against my palms as I try to grip it, but I don’t feel any pain. How could I when James Oakley holds my pleasure in the palm of his hand?
“God, I missed you. Missed this pussy clenching around my fingers. You close already, Trouble?”
“Shut up,” I say through gritted teeth, trying desperately to hold off my impending orgasm.
His chuckle threatens to send me over. The way he can get me there with barely any effort is scary. He has so much control over me, and I just want to tell him to take it all, take all of me.
My serious thoughts are interrupted by him pulling his fingers out of me and lifting me up higher onto his stomach. I whine at the loss, but he shushes me.
“I know, but I need to fuck you. That orgasm you’re about to have is going to be on my cock.” I hear him rustle a little before he drops my legs, still holding me up, and sliding my shorts and panties off before resuming our position. The tearing of the condom with his teeth is the only thing I can see in the dark forest, and he reaches under me to slide it on. Once it’s on, he shifts me again, and I cling to the tree desperately, trying to not move my hands. I don’t want to give him any reason to stop because he’s right—I am so fucking close.
“Just happen to have one handy?” I joke.
“I’ve taken to always having one on me because of you. I guess I stayed optimistic this week.” He presses a kiss to my jaw, making me smile.
Without preamble or warning, he slams me down onto his cock, and I groan into the silent forest.
“Fuck, Will. You feel too good, too wet, and too fuckingmine,” hegrowls.
The possession in his words gets to me, and my entire body clenches up as I come.
“Fuck yes, come all over me. I missed this so Goddamn much. Missed you,” he breathes into my neck as he keeps a steady pace. “I’m sorry I messed up. I’m trying, Will.”
“I know,” I moan out, barely able to speak coherently.
“You make me want things.” His hand moves back to my ass as he shoves me closer to him, pushing himself deeper. “Shit, why is it always so good with you?”
