"Will, were you spying on me?" I frowned, narrowing my eyes at him.
Hiding his reply beneath a hacking cough, he grumbled something unintelligibly under his breath at my hard look.
I just looked at him.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing?" he muttered, daring me to say otherwise.
I wasn’t about to touch that one. Nope, nope, nope.
"Why watch us?" I asked instead, already guessing the answer.
"Because you're mine and I don't like to share," he grumbled possessively, biting my lower lip, then sucking on it to soothe the sting.
Tingles racing down my spine and other wonderful places, I shivered, goose flesh breaking out all over my skin.
My bed mate continued with his tantalizing, teasing kisses, love bites creeping down my jaw, warm lips and eager exploration making me wet with want.
"Sooo... y-y-you're... saying...?" I prompted, mumbling more than half of my words out on a soft, muffled moan.
His hands, roaming my backside and more freely, tightened fractionally, "That you're mine and I'm yours and fuck Smelliot."
"Will... don't say it if you don't mean it," I said quietly, holding my breath for his response.
Please mean it! Please mean it! Please don't make me want to kill you now!
"I mean it. I want you.” Then, because it’s freaking Fancy Pants, and he probably couldn’t resist, “Who only knows why," he grumbled, exasperated, "you drive me crazy, you're insane, you snore-"
My hand creeped up, sliding over his mouth. "Don't you dare finish that," I warned, glaring at him.
Dimples peeking out on his handsome mug, he kissed my palm and pulled my hand away. "I spent yesterday thinking about us and everything you said. I'm crazy about you, Bit. You're my best friend. You're beautiful, you're smart, fun, funny, you cook like nobody's business."
I smiled at him then, the look we shared making us both smile like giant dorks, and for once I was the one preening.
"And I'm sure you're an awesome artist, too—if you'd ever let me see your work," he tacked on lastly, trying to sober his expression to somehow appear stern—and failing—referring to his many failed attempts to take a peek into my basement studio.
Not quite ready to drop that bit of info on him yet.
Head dipping, he leaned in, bussing my lips sweetly, and pulled back a little.
"I don't know what the future will be like or where I'll be tomorrow or the next day, but I want to try, and I want to try it with you."
Will leaned in then and kissed me, really kissed me, before I could say anything. His fingers trailing my sides to dip down my hip while I thoroughly hissed him back, he reached beneath my nightgown, lifting the hem out of his way, grinning against my lips when he found me bare. Running his fingers over my clit and through my nether lips, dipping in slightly to play at the wetness he found at my center, a deep groan issued from his throat, rumbling against my mouth as it pressed to his.
"You're so wet, Bit," he said in that sexy, growling voice he gets. "Is this all for me?"
"It sure as hell isn't for Elliot," I quipped, giggling when I got the desired effect. Eyes flashing, his lip curling disgustedly, lifting himself over me to hover above me, brimming with huffy indignation.
"I'm committed, we're committed, Smelliot can go rot in hell for all I care. I love you," he said oh so casually, and then dipped his head burying it in my breasts to lick between the valley of boobage.
"Do you?" I asked breathlessly, pretending indifference. Really, I was giddy, squirming from the inside out.
He said he loves me, I crowed inwardly.
"Yef," was his muffled reply.
A freakishly weird giggle escaping me, one part nerves, two parts oh my god he actually said it, and I laughed at his oddly timed, placed, admission, thinking about when women talk about how their man finally admitted he loved them.
'How did Will say it, Bit?' some person or other would ask. 'Oh, you know, smothered between my breasts as he licked them to oblivion—the usual'.
Another giggle slipped escaped me at the idea.
"And of course you love me," Will added, unaware of my thoughts.
"I do?" I asked lightly, acting like this was news to me.
He lifted his face from his bouncy castle licking then to stare at me, haughty as usual. "Of course you do," he said in his smarmy snob voice. "This is me we're talking about here. Of course you love me! How could you not?" he asked, smiling against my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers idly plucking away at my hardened buds for nipples.
"I do love you, snobbish Tin Man and all," I admitted, laughing when he smirked up at me and winked.
"Now," he said, hopping up swiftly to jump off the bed, yanking off his pants and shoving his boxer briefs down his hairy legs, his erection popping free, standing out from his body, thick and proud. "Please tell me we can have sex now, before I explode?!" Naked as the day he was born, a growl in his throat, he crawled back onto the bed, prowling towards me.
He looked so sexy with his bedroom eyes, nothing else on but a crazy sexy grin. Lean muscles flexed sinuously as he made his way towards me. What a tantalizing display, I thought absently, admiring my lean, snob machine of a companion.
I watched him advance on me, laying perfectly still, taking all of him in avidly as he eyed me possessively, grabbing for him when he took my silence as a no and stopped suddenly, only a few inches away from me.
With a yelp of surprise, Will fell on top of me, happily, righting himself and pushing his thighs between my legs, spreading them for him. The underside of his cock pressed against my sex but he didn’t enter me, playing this out slower than I could have imagined.
He groaned at the feel of my heat against his hardened shaft and started rubbing himself teasingly over me, the head of his cock teasing my clit. Not quite as patient as I like to think I am, I gripped his hair and pulled his face down to mine, just as eager for him, if not more, than he was for me.
As if I’d just given him the go to have at thee, he tugged at my nightgown, yanking until we broke our liplock long enough for me to get it over my head.
"Mmmm, you're perfect, Bit," Will murmured and pulled back to study me.
Taking in the fine specimen looming over me, I ran my hands down his bent thighs, reaching for his shaft, circling my fingers over the head and gripping him gently to pump him a few times.
He moaned, falling forward, putting his hands by my head, holding himself up, his dick thrusting into my palm a few more times before he pulled away.
His cock jerked in my loosened hold but he didn’t make me completely relinquish my new favorite thing. Spotting a drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip, I licked my lips, tempted to swipe my tongue across it and have myself a taste of him.
"It's been a little while for me, Bit, and I want to make this good for you, too,” he groaned out. “You're going to make me blow my load if you keep that up."
Peeking up at him slyly, I smiled cheekily. "We could always have an encore," I practically purred, laughing at the look on his face when I reached for him again and cupped his sac in my hand, running my other hand over the moisture on the tip of his shaft, using the tip of my index finger to rub it in.
"No." My fancy pants loving snob shook his head, pulling away.
Covering his body with mine, he lay down on top of me, taking my hands and entwining his fingers with mine, so I couldn't tease him anymore.
No fair, I thought, fighting a pout. Though, on second thought, this whole trap my hands, hold me down thing was starting to have some merit.
"You're a damn tease, short shit, and I feel it's only fair that I reciprocate," he chuckled out teasingly. Will’s head dipped to nip at my breast, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from me as he took that tingling nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard, his tongue running over the tightened nub repeatedly until it was so sensitive I thought I would shatter from that alone.
Once I was writhing, wriggling beneat
h him, he released my hands, giving me leave to latch onto him, somewhere, everywhere, anywhere I chose. My fingers sifted through his hair, tightening, and I gripped his head.
"You win! You win!" I squirmed, giving the soft but thick strands a hearty tug.
"I haven't even gotten to the other one yet," he mused teasingly, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. Glancing up at me, eyes alight, he gave me one of his dimpled grins as he kissed his way to the other one.
"That's okay, really," I pleaded, "one is e-e-e-enough! Now get back uh-uh-up here!"
Fancy pants ignored me, running a fingertip over my other nipple.
"I love your breasts, Bit," he rumbled out, his voice low and sexy, just above a growl, then licked the tip. "They're big enough to fit in my hands and they're so soft," he murmured huskily, then suckled at the ripened tip for a minute.
"Will," I whimpered and arched my chest towards him, entreating the giant tease for more.
"Mmmm." His hands slid under my rump, holding me up as he released my breast and moved lower, kissing his way down my body.
"Will, this isn't fair, I want to kiss and touch you, too!"
"Next time," he promised, nipping and pecked biting kisses, tormenting me, teasing his way past my belly button.
Right when he’d gotten to my good bits, I felt his hot breath skitter over my sex, his tongue snaking out to circle my clit.
"Ah!" I cried out, then tried to pull back, his tongue laving my clit as his fingers dipped, playing at my entrance.
One finger dipped in shallowly to slick his digit on my juices before he slowly slipped it inside my sheath. Another one slid in right after the first, and already I could feel my body readying to climax.
"Wait!" I cried out, wriggling to get free. Squirming loose of his hold, I tried to crawl up the bed, inching my way towards the headboard.
"Bit," Will called heatedly, licking my juice from his lips. "Come back here. I wasn't done with you yet." A wild look in his eyes, Will eyed me hungrily, greedily drinking me in as I leaned against the headboard, my sex throbbing fiercely as I hovered on the edge. "You look so sexy like that, Bit," he purred, slinking towards me. "Touch yourself."
"No. I want you to cum when I do. With me," I said stubbornly.
Will paused, his head tilting slightly. "Touch yourself first. I want to see you orgasm, Bit. Do this for me," he cajoled, taking my hand in his, kissing my palm before he guided it to my clit and left it, waiting for me.
I bent down a little, feeling a rush of wetness, creaming as he stared at my sex and licked his lips. My index finger slid down my sex, under his watchful eyes, and I circled my clit, jerking when sparks shot up my core and I moaned.
"So sexy, Bit, make yourself cum for me. Let me see. Show me what you like."
A little unnerved, but nowhere near unwilling, I closed my eyes and let my head tilt back a little, pushing against the headboard.
Blocking everything else out but this, us, I focused solely on my own pleasure, pinching and teasing my pleasure button until I was right there, body sliding towards that precipice, and suddenly I felt Will, right there, his hot tongue penetrating me, his lips sliding over me as he eagerly used his tongue to bring me to orgasm.
Legs trembling, I called out his name as I shattered around his tongue, pressing my sex eagerly against his willing mouth, his hands gripping my thighs as he lapped at me. He didn’t stop until the last spasm left my body.
Pulling back, eyes gleaming, he wiped his face on his hand.
Hands sliding up my legs, reaching forward with a firm, secure grasp on me, he clasped my waist and tugged me up and over him.
Sitting down on the bed, he lined us up, my legs on either side of his hips as he wedged the head of his cock at the entrance to my sex and slammed home.
And there we were, totally joined. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as we both shouted out, my still sensitive sheath gripping him in a fresh wave of spasms.
"Condom," I panted between breaths. "We need a condom."
"What?" he gritted out breathlessly, grinding his pelvis with mine. His head fell forward, until our foreheads touched, and closed his eyes. “Oh, that feels so good.”
"Condom!"
"Condom?" he mumbled, as if just now hearing it for the first time.
"Yes." I whimpered when he adjusted his hold and started to thrust up into me eagerly.
"Oh," he said, chest heaving, freezing suddenly. “Oh. Oh... Shit. We forgot a condom!"
"Hold on," I panted out and hopped off. Rolling right off the side of the bed, I ran to the bedside drawer and rifled through it.
Spotting the blurry smudges that were my glasses, I picked them up and shoved them on. Might help if everything didn't look blurry.
Taking things out to toss them here and there, anywhere because I honestly didn’t care right this moment, I spotted a long string of squares and let out a short whoop. "Tah dah!" Turning to show Will my find, I smiled triumphantly, gathering the packets up, and dumped a bunch of condoms on the bed.
A rainbow of prophylactics flooded the unoccupied half of the bed, spreading out as they fell where they may.
"What the hell are all those for?" Will demanded, looking from the colorful array to me accusingly.
"They go on your penis," I explained, pretending I didn't understand the question in the slighest, "and they catch your love juice so we don't make a baby."
"I know what they're for, short shit," he clipped out, irritated, "I want to know who they were for?"
He was pointing and shaking his finger at the pile of condoms, and I was trying really hard not to get annoyed with him and his high and mighty attitude or outright laugh in his face.
"They're all for you now," I said in a placating tone, rifling through the sizes.
"Who were they for before me, Bit?" he demanded, eyeing them like they were tainted.
God, there was just something about him when he got riled—so damned lickable. "Who says they were for anyone?" I asked sweetly, innocently enough, loving his jealous side.
"You obviously weren't using them to screw yourself," he snapped, snatching one out of my hands. Ripping open the packet, he put it on and, turning, used his arm to sweep the rest off onto the floor.
"Get on the bed," he ordered, tapping my ass lightly.
Game to play along, I crawled back on, but he gripped my hips and flipped me onto my back, before I could even reach the middle.
"You know what, don't tell me. I'm going to make sure you never think about another male ever again when I'm done with you," he stated confidently.
So cocky. Snorting, I ran my hands over the mat of hair on his chest, tugging on it a little. "That's a pretty big challenge," I taunted, "think you can put your money where your mouth is, handsome?"
Will loomed over me, and I felt the head of his shaft twitching at my entrance. Nudging to slip just inside, he pulled back at the last moment, until just the tip was inside, and entered me in one smooth thrust.
"Hold on tight, my little kumquat," he got out between grunting thrusts, "because I'm sure as hell going to try."
He grew more and more eager as he gripped my legs under his arms, holding my knees wide open as he held me there, and attempted to pound me into the bed.
The bed creaked loudly as the old brass frame flexed to accommodate us, and I gripped his biceps, meeting him thrust for thrust, grinding back against him, giving as good as I got, crying out eagerly when he hit just the right spot.
I tried to keep him there, pushing up feverishly so he kept hitting my sweet spot with his beautifully thick cock. He caught on to what I was doing, my cries becoming louder and more persistent, the longer he kept himself at just the right angle.
His arms starting to tremble, Will bit his lip hard and groaned, his body starting to tense up as he tried to make me explode before he did. Sweat building on his brow to trickle down his flushed skin, he started trembling and panting heavily all over.
The sight of him egged me o
n and I wanted to taste his thick, pouting lips, suck on his tongue as I creamed all over his cock.
"Kiss me," I urged him, tugging on him.
He took my lips in a passionate kiss, lifting one of my legs to press it up by my head, using this new position to penetrate me deeper.
His pelvis hit my clit with every short, hard, jab of his shaft and I found myself breaking our kiss, letting out a keening cry as my cunt gripped his cock like a vise. I was lost to my orgasm, mindless, taking him over with me.
When we'd both spent ourselves on each other, we flopped on the bed and sprawled across it in each other’s arms, grinning liking idiots. Will was still atop me, his cock still deep inside me as he slid his hands up my arms, entwining our hands together.
He kissed my lips quickly, a semi-permanent smile on his satisfied face, and rubbed our noses together affectionately.
"Be right back, don't move." He grinned and hopped up, rolling off the bed, making his way into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Arms propping me up, I lifted my head enough to watch the sway of his hips and the flex of his taut little ass as he sauntered into the bathroom.
He came back out a few minutes later with a washcloth and the bathroom trash can. Handing me the washcloth, he set the trash can by the bed.
"What's that for?" I asked as I cleaned myself off.
"For the condoms."
"Condoms...?" I asked, looking to him, askance.
He raised one perfectly sculpted, sandy eyebrow haughtily. "You didn't think one time would be enough to make you forget about all of those, did you?" he said, motioning to the mound of unused condoms on the floor.
"But there's a ton of them there!" I laughed. "You can't be serious?"
I glanced at him and frowned, blinking at he stared right back at me, dead serious. But then I broke out into a fit of laughter.
"That's physically impossible, Willy boy, and if you think I'm going to let you pummel my pussy that many times," I said, then motioned towards his groin, "with that, then you can think again, buddy."
Will just grinned, his hands hitching on his hips, but didn't care to comment.
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