“Turn around,” he murmurs.
I brace my hands on his lean, wet hips, my thumbs tracing that spectacular V, and watch his face as he washes my chest, breasts, stomach. His eyes follow his hand, taking in my body and they heat with lust.
“I love your skin,” his eyes find mine and he smiles. “You’re so soft.”
“I love this spot, right here,” I tap his hips with my thumbs and smile sassily at him. “Let’s keep this.”
He chuckles at me. “I’ll do my best. Let’s rinse you.”
He shifts me under the water, and watches with fascination as the suds slide down my body. He’s stopped touching me, and is just watching my body’s reaction to the water and to him.
My eyes trail down his firm body, his flat stomach, a small patch of dark hair, and the most impressive, fully erect penis I’ve ever seen. I take him in my hand and move up and down the length in two long, slow strokes.
“Shit,” he sucks air in through his clenched teeth and I grin as I sink to my knees, and lick the tip of him, slowly, softly, teasingly. I cup his balls in my hand, and hold the base of his cock in the other and sink down onto him, sucking and licking as I go. When he hits the back of my throat, I pull up and repeat the motion, slightly speeding up.
His fingers tangle in my hair and I speed up, jacking him with my hand.
“Fuck, I love your mouth,” he mutters. He’s panting, slightly thrusting his hips against me. “Don’t make me come in your mouth.”
I smile to myself. Hell, yes, I’ll make you come in my mouth!
I move faster, harder. Suddenly, Will lifts me to my feet and kisses me hard and deep. He’s gripping my shoulders hard, his kiss is desperate.
“I haven’t been inside you in seventy-two hours, Megan. I’m not coming in your sweet mouth.” He spins me to face the shower wall. “Hands on the wall.”
He pulls my hips back and pushes his fingers through my folds to my clit. I gasp when he brushes my metal.
“Oh, Will.”
“That’s right. This is mine, Megan. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
He pushes two fingers inside me and twists them, then pulls them out to wet my already swollen lips.
“So wet,” he mutters.
“Will?”
“Yes, love.”
A chill runs up my spine at that word and I grin.
“I really need you inside me.”
“I’ll get there, babe. God, you feel good.”
“I’ll feel better when you’re inside me.”
I hear him chuckle, and then we both gasp when the head of his cock brushes my sex. He gently pushes in, all the way.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh God, yes. More than okay.”
“This is going to be rough, honey.” His voice is tight as he starts to move, really move, frantically. He grabs my hair in one fist and slaps my ass with the other, startling me. “God, you’re so fucking good.”
“Oh my God, Will!”
He pulls out suddenly and spins me to face him, plants his hands on my ass and lifts me against the wall. I wrap my arms and legs around him, but he takes my hands and holds them both above my head with one of his, leans into me, and buries himself inside me again.
“So good,” he mutters and pins me with his bright blue eyes. “Mine,” he repeats and then buries his face in my neck, kissing and biting and I feel my orgasm pushing up through me.
My legs tense and I push against Will’s hands, but he holds strong.
“That’s right, let go,” he commands, and I do, hard and fast, spasming around his beautiful cock.
“Ah fuck!” His jaw is clenched and he throws his head back and falls over the edge with me.
He rests his forehead against mine as we recover. “Do you work today?”
“No.”
“Good. You’re staying here with me, all day and night.”
“Good plan.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Is this really what you want to do all day?” I ask, lounging at the end of his couch. I’m in one of his old team jerseys and his boxer-briefs, since I don’t have any clothes here, and my hair is up in a knot on my head, no makeup.
Dear God, I must look horrific.
I glance over at Will, on the opposite side of the long, plush black leather couch. It’s really unfair that he looks so good in just basketball shorts and an old t-shirt.
“Why, is there somewhere you wanted to go?” he asks and flips through channels on his uber-huge television. We are in his media room, full of plush furniture, the outrageously enormous television – dear God, is he blind? Who needs a TV this big? – football memorabilia, a wet bar, a pool table. Basically a big ol’ man cave where boys can hang out and do boy things.
“No, I’m just surprised.” I lean back and plop my feet in his lap, getting more comfortable. He immediately wraps one big hand around the arch of my foot and rubs with his thumb and I sigh in contentment.