“Fuck,” he whispered, groaning.
Coming back down, I cast him a quick look, seeing his white knuckles as he gripped the arms of the chair. Holding his eyes, I moved the head of his dick to the opening of my mouth, not slipping it in just yet as I teased him.
I flicked my tongue, tasting his heat as his eyes softened and need flashed across his face.
“Emmy,” he panted.
And my heart started to shatter, hearing a younger, happier Will Grayson begging me to let him hold me again.
I closed my eyes and slid him into my mouth, pushing my lips down his shaft until the tip touched the back of my throat.
He sucked in air through his teeth, his fingers sliding into my hair and holding my head as he moaned.
I held him there, relaxing my throat and trying to take him all in, but I was hungry and I wanted to suck. Moving up and down, I drew him out slow and then glided my mouth back down his cock, taking him again.
His fingers fisted my hair, the hard muscle in my mouth getting stiffer. I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft, licking the veins under his skin and sucking the sweet drip off his tip.
He growled, glaring down at me. “Taking advantage of a man who’s been in prison is low. Really low.”
“You’re not at Blackchurch,” I whispered, kissing the length of his cock. “We’re at the lock-in, and we snuck off, so I could kiss you. Down here.”
He groaned, letting his head fall back and his eyes close, the fantasy hopefully taking over. Taking him back before I hurt him. Before he hurt me. Before all the shit and all the years…
I moved faster, sucking him harder and tighter, whimpering at his size trying to push down my throat as his hips started thrusting up to meet me.
“Will,” I begged, the slickness between my legs growing.
Slipping a hand between my legs, I swirled the wetness around my clit, throbbing and aching for him as I brought my fingers back out.
I swirled my wet fingers around his tip, watching him watch me and holding his eyes as I sucked him back into my mouth and licked myself off of him. His piercing eyes caught fire as I licked off the water and covered him in warmth.
But suddenly, he grabbed my arms and pulled me up.
What?
He glared into my eyes for a moment before he spun me around and planted me in his lap.
He wrapped an arm around me, breathing into my neck and holding me close. “What else we gonna do?” he panted. “Before a teacher comes.”
His dick pressed into my ass, and he grabbed my pussy, sticking a finger deep inside, and then two.
I gasped as he cupped my breast, sliding my nipple in and out between his fingers.
“Huh, little Emmy?” he taunted.
I closed my eyes, the water raining down on us in the hothouse as I pictured all the fun we could’ve had if I’d just dived in all those years ago.
God, I wanted him. Fuck.
Pulling away, I stood up and faced him, watching him stroke his cock, and look at me.
I didn’t wait another second. I climbed on top of him, crashing my mouth to his and straddling him as I ate up his lips and clutched his throat.
Mine.
He jerked his mouth away, smirking like the cat that ate the canary, but I didn’t care, because I wanted to give him this.
He positioned himself under me, crowning my entrance, and I whimpered already at the anticipation as I nibbled his jaw.