He tried to talk to you earlier and you didn’t let him.
Yeah, well, that had been dumb. All of it had been dumb. And it was time to stop being dumb.
Elizabeth blinked her eyes open.
Jesus Christ, she was going to do it.
With a heavy sigh, she threw back her blankets and bounded to her feet. She moved as quickly as she could while still not making noise. She wouldn’t worry about finding the right wardrobe—it didn’t matter for this conversation. Sweats and T-shirt were fine. Hell, the less put together she looked, the better. It’d give Will the right impression.
Once dressed, Elizabeth stopped and checked in with herself.
Yeah, she still wanted to do this. If anything, she was anxious to get it done.
She grabbed her phone, fired off a quick message to Lyft—so not walking across campus at this hour—and left the bedroom.
Twenty minutes later, she was standing outside a very dark Netherfield Heights, her heart in her throat and second thoughts in her mind. Not that she was reconsidering her new resolution—she wasn’t, not even slightly. But the idea of marching over in the dead of night didn’t seem so brilliant now that she was actually here. It seemed rude and intrusive, and contrary to what others might think, Elizabeth didn’t relish the thought of being either of those things.
She licked her lips and considered her options. On one hand, she’d already taken the steps to get her here. On the other…
Her treacherous mind took her back to that damned maintenance closet. To the sensation of Will’s dick in her mouth, his hands in her hair, his moans coloring the air as her lips worked up and down him. The way he’d looked at her and said her name.
Fuck.
Elizabeth shuddered and pressed her thighs together. Yeah, she needed to nip this in the bud before her sex-starved lesser half could talk her out of it. She moved forward, shoving her phone into her pocket, doing her best to ignore the hard thumps shaking her ribcage.
The front door was unlocked. She wasn’t sure whether or not this was troubling, except that hadn’t been a hurdle she’d considered when she’d made the decision to come here tonight, so it definitely worked in her favor. Still, it seemed careless to leave the door to the palace, so to speak, ajar. Or maybe this was just her lucky night.
Elizabeth took in the familiar surroundings. The couch where she’d tried to sleep the night of the endless storms and the staircase that led to Will’s dorm room. She hadn’t been here but that one time, but she was surprised at how much her brain had preserved, even in the dark.
She licked her lips and started toward the staircase, feeling like a criminal. Her chest ached, her mind conjuring up a variety of scenarios that might take place over the next few minutes. Most involving Will looking at her like she’d gone mad and taking out a restraining order, which would make attending class difficult, but might solve a lot of her problems in the long run.
There was the other scenario, though. One she refused to play out.
Finally, she found herself standing outside Will’s door.
17
Elizabeth allowed herself one more instant of doubt before she raised her hand and knocked. Hard.
The response was immediate. He hadn’t been asleep, and that thought provided some measure of comfort. She wasn’t sure if she could have done this knowing she’d just woken him up.
Then the door opened, and Will was standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats. The lamp on his desk was on and his laptop was set-up, but she barely had time to take in those details before her eyes were drawn back to his marble-like naked chest.
Fuck.
This was so not good.
“Thank god,” Will said, and seized her by the wrist.
Elizabeth barely had time to blink before she was pulled against that lickable chest of his and his mouth was on her. Pulling, tugging, and exploring her so thoroughly she could have forgotten her own name. Just like that, all intent vanished from her mind, because damn, the man could kiss. It was unfair, really, that his mouth seemed to know exactly how hers liked to be stroked, his hands knew just where to go to render her a pile of goo. Elizabeth’s sexual past wasn’t comprised solely of selfish lovers, but no one had touched her the way Will did.
Wait. She had a plan, didn’t she? She hadn’t come over here for sex. She’d had a reason.
Yeah, well, try again tomorrow.
That was the selfish part of her talking. The part of her that had gotten her into this mess to begin with.
Elizabeth managed to get enough of a grip on herself to break away from his lips, but the next moment, he was kissing a line down her throat and she was gone again.
Will had somehow turned her so her back was to the room without pulling his mouth off her skin. When he drew back, it was with a ragged breath and a heated, burning look behind his eyes that made parts of her she didn’t know were sensitive cry out in delight.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he murmured, kicking the door shut. “About today.”
Right. Right. Elizabeth shook her head, willing her brain to reengage with the rest of her. Work, damn you.
“I—well, that’s why I came by.”
He grinned and nodded, then cupped her cheeks and kissed her again. “I was hoping for this.”
“Y-you were?”
“For you to show up here. Just like this.” He dropped his hands to the hemline of her T-shirt. “Can I?”
Now. Now was the time to tell him why she was here. He was asking for permission to undress her, dammit. And if he undressed her, she was not going to have the talk. She was going to have the sex. Lots and lots of sex. Something told her Will’s room did not lack the condoms hers did.
She hoped it didn’t, anyway.
No, no she didn’t.
“Elizabeth?” He pulled back just enough to capture her eyes. “Is this okay? Can I…”
But her hands were already moving—intent on batting his away. Somehow they got distracted and ended up whipping her T-shirt off over her head. She had a moment to take in Will’s surprised gaze before he was on her again, his mouth pulling hot kisses from hers as he pulled her into his awesome, warm chest. She felt his cock nudging her belly, and a corresponding pool of heat began to flood her panties. Her clit throbbed and her pussy clenched, and she wanted him inside her so badly she nearly forgot that she needed to breathe.
Thankfully, he remembered for her, heaving a lungful of air as their lips broke apart.
Her brain tried to kick on again. It sputtered and failed.
“Love the way your skin feels,” Will murmured, dragging a hand down her naked arm. “You are so damn soft.”
“You’re not.”
He chuckled—a sound that so should not have been sexy, but was—and began peppering kisses down her throat again. Goddamn, someone had slipped Will a map of her erogenous zones. Or he just had a lot of practice—a thought that shouldn’t have bothered her but did. Even still, when his lips wound over her flesh, her mind went to that blank happy place where thought was discouraged.
Then his lips were moving lower. Over her collarbone, between her breasts. The ball of need that made up her stomach seemed to tighten. Elizabeth watched, mesmerized, as Will took one of her nipples between his lips and sucked. She had never found her breasts to be particularly sensitive in the past—though most guys she’d been with had definitely tried to include them in foreplay. Perhaps that was the reason. Will didn’t seem to be trying to do anything except taste her. He ran his tongue over her again and again, making that sound that drove her out of her mind—like she was delicious, or something, when she knew damn well there was nothing special about her nipples.
Will opened his eyes and looked at her as he kissed his way to her other breast.
Fuck.
Every tug of his mouth seemed to have a direct line to her clit, which felt like it had its own heartbeat. By the time Will was done, her breasts were swollen and tender, and she was
about ready to claw her away out of her skin.
Will grinned as though sensing this, and goddamn if that didn’t turn her on more. Elizabeth released a long, heady moan, reached between them to cup him through his sweats. That cocky look dissolved on a whimper, and he thrust against her palm.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured, walking her back.
When the backs of her knees hit the bed, the gravity of what was about to happen crashed over her all over again. Elizabeth blinked up at him, scrambling to find the thread of why she’d come here again, but gave up without much of a fight when he pushed his sweats down and his cock bobbed free.
“I’ve got condoms,” Will said, hissing when her hand encircled him. “I’ve got—”
But Elizabeth wasn’t listening. She’d drawn him into her mouth and was sucking sweetly. Knowing what she was doing to him—loving the way he abandoned all thought at the simplest touch. Damn, the man made giving head fun.
“Eliza…gotta…stop.”
She licked the head of his cock impishly. “Oh?”
“Can…” He seemed to lose his train of thought for a second—coincidentally as she started squeezing the base of his erection—but found it quicker than she would have given him credit for. He reached into the nightstand and drew out a box of condoms.
“Someone’s prepared,” Elizabeth said dryly, sitting back.
“Not prepared. Well, yes, prepared. More…hopeful.” He smiled at her, and that made her uncomfortable, because there was so much more in that smile than she was ready to see.
Hell, she’d come over here to—
Will had knelt before her and was rolling her sweats down her legs. He paused once that was done and took a moment to study her, and despite herself, she wondered what he saw. She was breathing hard, her breasts somewhat pink still from the attention of his mouth. Her hair was all over the place, and she had on only her panties, which she could plainly feel were soaked through.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, palming one of her breasts. “So beautiful, Elizabeth.”
That squirmy, uncomfortable feeling was back, but it didn’t last. It didn’t have a chance to last—Will lowered his head and tongued her pussy through the thin, sodden fabric of her panties. Elizabeth squeaked—literally squeaked—and jolted.
“Mmm.” Will pulled back and aimed a devastating grin at her as he hooked his fingers under the elastic of her underwear. “Wanna come back down here. But I don’t think I can stand it. Lift?”
Rationally, she knew what he was saying, but it wouldn’t compute. Her body, though, was right on page with him. Her hips rolled and lifted of their own accord, and then cool air hit her cunt as Will stripped the last part of fabric off her body.
Then he was kissing her again. Those awesome kisses that curled her toes and blanked out everything except the need to keep kissing him. Elizabeth found herself moving back, and then she was against the mattress and he was over her. Perched between her legs, his thick cock rubbing against her soaking flesh and it occurred to her that this was really going to happen. She and Will were going to have sex.
So much for planning.
It was she, not he, who reached for the condom box, so she knew it was her decision. She tore open a package with her teeth, watching his eyes flare as she did so, and slipped her hand between them. Her fingers encircled his dick, gave it one, languid pull before she fitted him with the condom. Will stared at her, breathing hard, before shifting so the blunt head of his cock was dancing up and down her slit.
“Elizabeth,” he murmured, “look at me.”
A long breath rattled off her lips as her gaze locked on his. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed her eyes.
He stared at her for a long moment, then lowered his mouth to hers as he thrust his hips forward and began to edge his cock inside her.
Goddamn, why did he have to feel so good?
Elizabeth clamped her teeth on his lower lip and fed him her moan, her body turning to hot wax around him. Will pushed until he could go no deeper, then held against her, breathing hard.
“Oh,” he said at last.
Such a simple word. Oh.
Then he withdrew his hips, dragging his cock away again, and she would have screamed in outrage had he not plunged back inside. Elizabeth arched her neck, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as Will experimented with a rhythm. The first few pumps were slow and languid, almost nervous, but soon he was moving inside her in earnest.
“So good,” he murmured, then began pressing kisses along her collarbone. “Elizabeth, you feel so good.”
She willed her eyes closed, her hips rolling. She had never been a passive lover and she wasn’t about to start now. No matter if this was wrong or doomed or whatever it was—she’d made her decision and she’d chosen this. If she was going to make mistakes, she was going to make the hell out of them.
Elizabeth pushed at his chest until he sat back, a frown falling across his face.
“Did I do something—”
“Shut up,” she said, then took his mouth. He melted into her kiss almost immediately, giving her more of those wonderful little moans of his. She pushed until he was on his back, then cast herself astride his hips and took his cock in hand again.
Will pulled back, blinking hard. “Elizabeth—”
She pressed his blunt head against her clit once, twice, then slid him to where she needed him.
And sank down.
Will sucked in a deep breath, his wide eyes flickering between hers and the place where they were joined. And when she started to move, rolling her hips, working herself up and down his cock, she saw something on his face she hadn’t seen on anyone else’s. And it scared the shit out of her.
“So good,” he said again, steadying his hands on her hips. “You feel so good.”
Elizabeth bit back her own reply and leaned forward until her nipples grazed his skin.
His hands kneaded her ass, encouraging her as she began to move again. Her pussy hugging his cock, her legs trembling, and her mouth busy trying to keep from telling him just how much she loved this. Instead, she zeroed in on his lips and busied herself there, taking him in a hard kiss that had them both moaning.
Elizabeth pulled back abruptly and sat up. His cock shifted within her, sending a fresh wave of chills down her sweat-drenched spine.
This was to get him out of her system once and for all. God, that had to be what it was. It didn’t matter how fucking good he felt inside her, how it seemed she couldn’t be in the same room with him now without succumbing to the need to pounce on him. It didn’t matter that his kisses drove her out of her head, or that she was addicted to the way he looked at her when she sucked his cock. It didn’t matter now that he knew exactly what to do with his hands—cupping her breasts but not squeezing, massaging—just holding as she worked her pussy up and down his dick, flicking her nipples every few seconds. Just enough to send a zing of pleasure down her back. And when he moved those hands back to her hips—that was good too. It was especially good when he flattened one palm on the small of her back as his other hand moved to where they were joined.
“I want to feel you.”
Elizabeth blinked and looked down. Will was staring at her with intent, those eyes sharper than she’d ever seen them.
“I want to feel you come on my cock, Elizabeth,” he said, his voice rough. “Give that to me.”
She scraped her teeth across her lower lip, but that didn’t prevent her from moaning. “Oh shit.”
Then his fingers were prying apart her slippery flesh—not enough to jolt her, but enough to let her know his intent. She thought this might be the moment she stopped enjoying herself.
But Will didn’t pinch or rub her—he just placed his finger in the spot. The right spot. The spot that ensured she’d feel him when she slid down his cock, and oh my god. Elizabeth released a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan, her muscles aching as she began moving faster, harder. Every time her
pussy slid over his dick, there was his thumb, waiting for her, brushing against her clit and stoking the fire in her belly. And in seconds she’d given up the fight and was moaning in earnest, her hard breaths coloring the air, mixing with his and offsetting the rhythmic tempo of the bed’s springs.
“Elizabeth.” His eyes, normally so dark, were on fire. He was breathing hard, sweat beading his brow, his nostrils flared and his eyes on her face. The need blazing there was almost enough to send her over. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a man that close to the edge before. “Shit. Shit. I can’t—”
But whatever he couldn’t, she didn’t hear. Elizabeth swirled her hips on a down stroke and held, focusing on the sensation of his skin against her clit, his cock buried deep inside her, and that was it. The ball of energy in her belly exploded outward, and a long, hoarse moan tumbled off her lips as pleasure in its full concentration shot through her veins. She was moving again nearly without notice, addicted to the feel of him slipping in and out of her.
Then the earth tumbled and she found herself on her back again, Will over her, bucking wildly into her spasming pussy. He buried his head in her throat and murmured her name. Once, twice, then over and over as he jerked his hips and pounded her toward another orgasm.
Elizabeth felt like she could suffocate on air. She’d never had more than one happy moment with a guy before, ever. But fuck, Will was going to get her there again. Her body was still buzzing on its last high, and his hard thrusts were keeping the flames going.
She forced her legs, which she couldn’t entirely feel, to wrap around his waist. When she passed the point of no return—when she knew she was going to come again—Elizabeth raised her head and latched her teeth into his shoulder. And Will fucking lost it. He made some inhuman sound that both terrified and excited her and pumped hard, fast, his cock jerking inside her as she convulsed hard around him. She didn’t know how long it lasted. Hell, she might have left her body altogether. At that moment, everything seemed possible.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all that she’d had the most explosive sex of her life with someone she couldn’t see again.
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