Page 87 of What Are the Chances
“Are you going to let me do that?” he asked.
“If you want to.”
“You bet I fucking do.”
Will made mundane things seem erotic. His warm hands travelled across my skin, cleaning every inch of me like I’d never cleaned myself before. Now I was going to get turned on each time I smelt my bodywash.Fantastic.
As he set the tube down, he caught sight of something else on the shower shelf. His eyebrows shot up. Fuck, I’d been hoping he hadn’t noticed.
Since dirtying my knees in the hockey showers, this had become my favourite place to use my vibrator. It was the place I found easiest to picture it was his dick in me, not silicone.
He grinned wickedly, picking it up. “What’s this doing in here?”
I merely swallowed, too nervous to answer. The pink silicone looked especially feminine in comparison to his masculine chest. It offset the darkness of his many tattoos.
Waiting on an answer, he cocked his eyebrow, which wasn’t the only cocky thing. I could feel that nudging against my naval.
I gathered some courage and murmured, “A girl’s got needs.”
“And I’m not meeting them?”
He was exceeding them. He deserved an a-quadruple-plus. But I wasn’t willing to tell him that and swim into his ego. I simply shrugged my shoulders in answer. As one of the most competitive people I knew, Will took the bait.
“Let’s see if this toy can get you moaning louder than I had you on the vanity.”
He reached down to hook my leg over his hip. When his hardened dick rubbed against my clit I purposely pressed onto my toes. If I thrust forward he would be in me and–
“Nah-ah, Dover,” he said, making a tsk sound.
I groaned. I wanted him so badly my stomach was in knots. Flicking the vibrator on, the incessant noise caused goose bumps to break out across my skin.
With hooded eyes, Will dragged it over my sensitive nipples that were hardened in anticipation. He growled when I moaned. I wasn’t sure who was teasing who here.
He slid the vibrator lower, past my naval and below my hips. When it reached the desired target, my entire body shuddered.
“Oh my god.”
The sensory overload caused my eyes to roll into the back of my head. I was still tender from my orgasm earlier. I had to brace myself against the shower wall for support.
I reached one trembling hand over my chest, squeezing roughly and digging my nails into my breasts to keep myself grounded.
“Fuck,” Will rumbled. “That’s hot, Dover.”
He danced the vibrator over my clit in purposeful movements, though each time I neared the tipping point he’d pull it away. All the while his cock teased me, nudging against the perfect spot between my legs.
When I attempted to wrap my hand around it, he swatted my fingers. I groaned in frustration, which caused Will to chuckle deeply. I was going crazy not being able to touch him. He’d worked me up to the point I was finding it difficult to breathe.
“If you don’t give me what I want soon Caufield, I assure you I will combust and die. Do you really want that on your conscience?”
Grinning wickedly, he shifted the toy until it was positioned where I wanted – noneeded–it. I was so wet it slipped in with ease.
A guttural sound left Will’s lips as he inched it in and out, leaving only the tip before plunging it all the way back in. This felt good, but the fullness wasn’t the same. Nothing was the same as having Will in me.
Being with him felt like coming home. Right now was like a vacation – amazing as all hell – but I wanted to board the flight back to where I belonged.
As he shifted the vibrator to dance it over my clit, his free hand wrapped around the back of my neck, tugging me against his chest. I was panting like I was dying. He had me worked up to the point of cardiac arrest.
“Tell me what you want, Dover,” he growled into my ear. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
