William

ion. Is this still the kind, flirty man I met at the airport, or was that a facade?

“I…” I start, and at the first sign of my hesitation, he grins, knowing he’s already won. “I can’t believe you!” I blurt out, and that seems to mildly surprise him. “You just picked me up from the airport — you lied to me! And you put on all that charm knowing full well that I was going to wake up to... to all this in the morning?”

“It was too much fun to pass up,” he admits, and I notice he’s wearing a dark red shirt this morning, his pants hugging his legs even more snugly than yesterday, and I can see downright chiseled muscles through them. The island climate has done this guy well. “But you were too distracted with me to care much even if I’d told you I was a serial killer out to make you my next victim,” he says, his eyes holding me transfixed, and damn it, I know he’s right.

I suddenly pull away from him, realizing I hadn’t yet, and he raises his eyebrows as if to say “case in point.” Fuck, any chance of being taken seriously by this guy is out the window, isn’t it? “I was tired,” I protest, but I give my head a shake. “Nevermind that — this is a delicate ecosystem, don’t you know that? You’re endangering, well, all kinds of stuff by being here! You have to stop this work immediately!”

“Don’t think for a moment I don’t admire your tenacity,” he says, stepping forward as I step back, and he wraps a hand around my waist. I can’t believe this guy — who does he think he is? It’s even more infuriating that my body doesn’t let me slip away from him — my subconscious has been dreaming about this all night. Shit. Is this even really happening? “But I’m not going to put all my plans on hold because some sex-hungry student asks me to.”

Before I can protest, he leans down and presses those full lips into mine, and I feel an ache of need between my thighs, a traitorous moan escaping my lips into the kiss. He pulls me closer to him by the hips, and as I melt into it and explore his tongue as it reaches out to mine, I can smell his faint cologne, feel the light stubble brush against my lips as he kisses me hungrily.

His persona might have been a lie, but god, his desire is not. I feel his shaft growing against my hips, and color floods my cheeks as I realize that even my fantasies of how big he is were an underestimate.

My breath catches in my throat as his mouth trails down my neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh while his hands slide up my shirt. My eyes pop open as my senses triumphantly muscle their way to the front of my mind for a moment, and I push him away. Well, I push at him, but he realizes what I’m doing and takes a step back, smiling down at me.

“What are you doing?!” I say, realizing how flustered I look, a tendril of hair now hanging over my eye.

“Is this not what you want?” he asks, and the tone in the voice tells me he’s daring me. “You got a taste of who I am yesterday, so if you’d really wanted to get out of this, you would have turned around and given me a look at that pretty little ass of yours as you walked out the moment you saw me in here. Or am I wrong?”

Fuck.

“I...I mean, I…” I’m stammering, and he takes a step forward again when I don’t retreat. What do I do? He’s right, damn it. Nearly every part of my body wants him to just strip the clothes off me and fuck me senseless right here and now, but I know that’s insane. That’s irresponsible. That’s... wrong!

“I see how you look at me, Harper,” he says. God, I can’t get enough of my name on his tongue, and there’s so much more I want on that tongue, and fast. “But I need to hear you say it.” He leans in so close I can smell his cologne again, a subtle, masculine scent. “Tell me, ‘Will, fuck me. Fuck me here, now.’ I won’t touch you again if you don’t say that.”

I look up at him, my brown eyes shining in the sunlight streaming through the canvas of the tent. For a moment, I stick out my lip and narrow my eyes, my fists clenching. Who the hell does this guy think he is, using my own body against me like this? I want to slap him, and I raise my hand to do just that, but he grabs my wrist, pulling him close to me.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I said it,” I whisper as I guide his huge, rough hand down to my pants and down the front of them until they touch the wetness there.

“Think that would get you a free shot?” he says, and I immediately feel fear of what I’ve unleashed as I see the spark of interest in his eyes, but the next moment, he hooks his fingers into my cunt, and I let out a gasp.

His fingers are long and strong, and I feel like he could pick me up with one hand as he his index digs deep into me, holding my eye contact as he guides me over to one of the tables. In a swing, he brushes the papers onto the floor before pushing me back onto it. His hand then goes to my pants and unbuttons the front, fingers never leaving my pussy, and as I lean back, I try to clench my thighs as he strokes deep inside me, a slow, thoughtful motion that elicits a gasp from my chest.

He gives a low murmur as he smiles. “I like to feel a woman completely before I enter her,” he says, stroking again as he holds my thighs apart gently yet firmly, “but you, Harper, you’re something else, aren’t you?”

I can’t answer, my mind abuzz with the sensation of this surreal Adonis stroking my inside, and then he grazes my g-spot, and my eyes widen, and I let out a squeak involuntarily. He laughs, and I can feel his rock-hard cock grinding against me through his pants. “There we are,” he says in a low, hot voice, and despite a whimper of protest, he slips his hand out and starts to undo his own pants.

I’m breathing hot and heavy when he lowers them, and when his cock comes out, it’s more impressive than even my orgasmic dreams promised. The girth is so huge that I wonder if I can even fit the thing into my mouth—but why does the thought of it in my mouth come so readily to me? I’m a grad student, for god’s sake, not some cock-hungry sex fiend. But when I look at Will, the line gets blurred really fast.

His hands strokes his cock, from the bulging crown, down the thick, vein-ribbed shaft, to the heavy, virile balls at the base. I don’t have to have my mouth on that godly cock to know how potent he is. He reaches into his pocket to take out a condom—the bastard, he was expecting to fuck someone today—but I shake my head despite myself.

“No,” I breathe, “I want to feel you. I want that thing inside me raw.” What the actual fuck, Harper?!

Despite the desperate protests of my judgement, I push my hips up, and he narrows his eyes at me. I watch them rove up and down my body, taking in my breasts, the shorts pulled down with no panties under them, and he lingers on my hips a while. As he does, I see his cock stiffen a little harder, if such a thing were even possible.

“You are a very interesting one, Harper Emerson,” he muses, his voice deep, raspy with hunger. He holds my thighs apart and rests his dick on my swollen, puffy, needy lips, and before I can even say anything, he enters me.

Instantly, I feel my insides light on fire, an all-consuming, ecstatic fire I never knew I needed before now, but as I start to cry out in pleasure, he puts a strong hand over my mouth, narrowing his eyes as he starts to grind into me all the way to the shaft.

“Quiet now, Harper,” he says with a grin, “don’t want the workers to hear us, do we?”

Maybe I do.

As his balls touch my ass and he starts bucking back and forth properly, my eyes roll back into my head, my jaw hanging open when he takes his mouth away. His hands are iron bands around my thighs, leaving my needy cunt utterly exposed to him, desperate for his attention, and he’s so fucking generous!

He pounds into me, his cock swelling even more as I’m so tight around him, feeling every last inch of his monstrously satisfying cock. His head bulges within me, hitting spots I never even thought were accessible.

It doesn’t take me long to realize that this man isn’t like ordinary men, even if this is my first time. God, this is my first time—and I’m giving it up to a man I’ve only known for a few hours!