Page 42 of What Are the Chances
“No kissing,” I repeated. “Ditch the pants. Now.”
While he worked on his jeans and boxers, I whipped my crop over my head and dropped it on the couch. Slipping off my underwear, I turned my back on Will and lowered over the arm of the couch.
This couch needed to be burned after this. Bad things happened on this couch.But also incredibly good things.
Will edged forward, lining himself up against me. When I felt the hardness of his dick tap against my ass cheeks, I drew in a sharp breath.
“Condom,” he murmured, more to himself than me.
There was rustling behind me, followed by the distinct sound of his belt hitting the hardwood floors.
I couldn’t turn around. I couldn’t see him ripping open the packet or slipping the condom on. I couldn’t move because I was gripped by excited energy. I was so ready for this.
After a beat his warm body met mine again. I jerked in surprise when he placed his dick right at my pussy. He gave it a few pumps, teetering by entering the smallest amount before pulling back.
“I never thought I’d get to do this again,” he huskily murmured.
You and me both, dude.
“Hurry up and fuck me, Caufield.”
“Famous last words, Dover.”
He pushed into me fully, causing my back to arch. I moaned loudly, feeling so full in the best way possible.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Fuck,” I agreed.
The flood gates opened as the familiarity of having sex with Will cascaded back. His fingers dug into my hips as he found a steady rhythm, one that had us both panting like we were in the last mile of a marathon. Turning my head, I sunk my teeth into the skin of my shoulder. I’d never been able to replicate this with anyone else. This raw energy. This primal instinct.
With hooded eyes I watched Will’s muscled chest and stomach pump back and forth. This was so good.Too good.
One of his hands grabbed my breast, squeezing roughly. Something I’d always loved about Will was that he wasn’t gentle. He knew how to fuck a girl, not just sleep with her. By the time Will was done, he always left me raw and satiated in the best way possible.
“Your body was made for mine, Dover.”
Those words caused mixed emotions to flood my chest.
“This isn’t happening again,” I reminded him, my palms gripping the couch firmly.
With a grunt he shifted gears, pulling out of me entirely. The sudden loss of him was overwhelming. I missed his hardness, his length, his warmth the second it was gone.
Taking my hand, he dragged me around the couch.
“What are you doing?” I huffed.
“Slowing things down. If this is only happening once, I’m sure as hell going to take my time.”
After settling among the cushions, he pulled me on top of him. I instinctively straddled his lap, not an ounce of hesitation in my limbs.
“Ride me, Dover. Like you used to.”
I nervously glanced up at the stairs. I wasn’t sure how far Parker was into her hot-girl shower. I’d lost all concept of the world outside of Will Caufield.
Turning back to Will, there was an emotion I couldn’t depict in his grey eyes. Something more than need. This is what I was hoping to avoid. Face-to-face, this wasn’t just a quickie with anyone. It was a relapse with the guy who’d broken my heart.
Teeth sinking into my lip, I lowered myself onto him because – who was I kidding – I couldn’t turn back now.
