Fail to Fight (Lessons in Love Book 1)

by Dillon, Maci

  Yesterday when he called, I knew even then, that I needed this night with him more than I needed my next breath. Granted, we were talking dinner, not a night of passion. But now we were here, it would be a shame to waste the opportunity.

  I lean in, place a kiss at the base of his throat, and seductively begin a trail of kisses down his chest. “I don't want to waste another minute talking about regrets and mumbling apologies that do nothing but remind us of the pain and hurt.” I continue kissing down his abdominals, his hands now placed at the side of my head holding me in place. “Instead, let’s remember the passion we once had."

  “Mmm.” Will gripped my shoulders and pushed me down until I was kneeling before him.

  “Sweet fuck.” Will groaned out a string of curses as I wrapped my fist around the base of his gorgeous, generous size cock and began to pump. Slow at first until his hips started to buck forward looking for more.

  A bead of pre-come seeped out and I looked to Will, seeking his permission, to take him in my mouth. “Fuck me with that dirty mouth, Chloe."

  Juices trickle from my folds beneath my little black dress as I lap at his glistening cock, swirling my tongue playfully around the head before closing my lips around him and sucking his length all the way to the back of my throat.

  “Ahh, yes, baby.” Will’s grip tightens in my hair and I continue to fuck him faster as he guides me perfectly over his cock. “Missed your beautiful mouth, little one.”

  His balls are heavy in my hand. I squeeze them when I feel them pull up toward the base of his cock. A growl erupts from his throat sparking the fireworks in my core once again, sending waves of delicious heat into my clit. I moan around his erection as he continues to pump into my mouth; my fingers fluttering beneath my dress in search of the throbbing bundle of nerves urgently seeking release.

  But Will clearly had other ideas.

  Swiftly he pulls me from my kneeling position in front of him and ravishes my mouth. Completely owning it and I allow him. I want him to take what he needed from me so that when we part ways in the morning, we will be whole again.

  “A decade since I touched your sweet little pussy, Chloe.” He spins me around so my back is against his front. Shivers run through my body as Will traces a path up the inside of my thigh toward the almost out of control party between my legs.

  “That’s ten years without tasting your sweet juices, little one. I won’t let you take what’s mine. Every orgasm will belong to me tonight.”

  A strong forearm slips around the front of my shoulders, firm across my chest and I am immediately grateful for the stability. Especially when Will finds my swollen clit, without a trace of panties, and thrusts a couple of fingers deep into my weeping pussy without warning.

  Lips tease my ear as he whispers, “You always wear short fuck me dresses with no panties, little one?”

  My body shook around his penetrating fingers, my mind was an abyss. “Only…only for you, Will,” I stammered out, with as much control as I could muster while I writhed against his fingers, desperate for more of him.

  “You want my cock inside of you?” His fingers stopped their assault as quickly as they began, I was left panting, my body screaming for more. “Is that what you need? Tell me.” Kisses were laid at the base of my neck and followed the path of the zipper on my dress. Will took his time undressing me. Teasing me. “Answer me,” he growls.

  What? Oh. “Yes, I need you inside me. Now.”

  A wicked chuckle at the base of my spine reminds me of the many weekends spent held up in our little townhouse, fucking like rabbits until neither of us could walk properly come Monday. “There’s the girl I know and love.”

  Love.

  I told myself it was a slip of the tongue, a heat of the moment kind of thing. He probably didn’t even realize he said it.

  “Ow!” I jump at the sting on my shoulder, instantly aware I was now standing naked in the center of the room. When had that happened? My dress was bunched at my ankles and my bra cast to the side where it probably fell from my arm while my mind was elsewhere.

  “Stop over thinking it, Chloe. I said love and I meant it.” He sweetly kissed the place where his teeth had sunken into my tender skin. “You’ll always own the part of me capable of loving someone.”

  Suddenly he was standing in front of me, the same look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place before. Longing; for a love that once was.

  “You’re it for me, Chloe. Even if tonight is the only night we have together for the rest of eternity, that won’t ever change.”

  Despite my best efforts, tears pooled in my eyes as my heart began to beat to a new song. I squeezed my eyes shut and tears of love and acceptance of our situation spilled over. Lips covered the small rivers cascading down my face and moans of appreciation floated up from my chest as Will licked and sucked his way from my face to my breasts, taking each nipple alternatively into his mouth while paying particular attention to the other with his talented fingers.

  I threaded my hands through his thick wavy hair and roughly pushed him down my body toward my pussy, juices now coating the insides of my thighs.

  Will resisted. “Hold on.”

  In one swift movement, he had me off the floor, my legs wrapped around his waist, ankles linked together at the base of his spine. As he strode purposefully toward the bedroom, I felt his abdominals and the muscles in his lean thighs flexing beneath me as he moved.

  Most pleasurable though was the tip of his cock softly tapping my entrance with the forward motion of each step. I groaned out loud when his step altered off course to move into the bedroom, his cock hitting my over sensitive clit.

  “Mmm, you like that, little one?”

  I sunk my teeth into the crook of his neck with enough pressure to show him exactly how turned on I was. With my tongue I traced an imaginary line along the side of his throat up and over his day old stubble and nibbled my way along his chin, teasing him until either he couldn’t stand it any longer or we arrived at our destination. Either way, he unwrapped me from his body and placed me on the bed. I lay there and relished in the way he looked at me. Like there was nobody else in this world who could affect him this way.

  Moonlight seeped through the sliding glass doors leading to the balcony, casting a romantic mood over our dirty plans for the rest of the evening. Through every movement his eyes held me captive. The gentle caress of my ankles, the pressure forcing my knees apart and back toward my hips spreading me wide for him. Open for the pleasure only Will could provide. My hips squirmed in anticipation, my eyes still locked on his, whereas Will’s eyes were cast down staring hungrily at my pussy, the smell of my arousal thick in the air. His nostrils flared and his tongue darted out to swipe at his lower lip.

  “Will. Please,” I begged unabashedly.

  He grunts in response. The bed dips as he kneels on the bed between my thighs and lowers his face to my unbelievably sensitive pussy. Finally, his tongue moves into action, flattening out over my folds he moves at a painstakingly slow rate, from the back to front.

  “Intoxicating. So fucking good, Chloe,” he murmurs into the fire between my thighs.

  I whimper in response to the invasion of his tongue as it darts in and out of my entrance, the sensation making my hips buck off the bed, grinding onto this face.

  Will releases his hold on my legs, positions them over his shoulders and uses his now free hands to spread my folds allowing him greater access to lap at my heat. When his fingers replace his tongue, he shows no mercy.

  They pump into me hard and fast, as deep as they can go. My pussy walls contract around them, desperate for release. Will keeps working them in and out, rough and unapologetic. Eyes focused on mine, his tongue flicks with impressive vigor over the hardened bundle of nerves until my hips are unable to be contained any longer.

  “So sweet, little one. I could eat your hot little pussy all day.”

  My heels dig into his back, supporting me as
my ass comes off the bed, my hips gyrating into his face.

  “That’s it, baby, show me what I’ve been missing.” Fingers twisting in his sweaty hair, I hold him right where I needed him and ride out the best fucking orgasm of my life.

  “Fuck, Will. Oh God!” Teeth tease the edge of my clit before Will sucks my quivering button into his mouth. I explode, my inner walls contracting so damn tightly I can feel every contour of each finger inside me. His sweet, come soaked tongue continues to lick at my pussy as my orgasm subsides.

  “Chloe, fuck.” I instantly loved the way my name dripped like sin from his lips as he stood, rubbing the length of his cock, coating himself with my juices. The moonlight danced across his face, my glistening sex shining bright around his lips; unforgiving amounts of lust poured from his eyes, covering my body like a shield. “I’m not going to fucking last when I get inside you.”

  Using my index finger to motion him toward me, I purred back at him, “After the first few times, you’ll be okay. Trust me.”

  He chuckles, and although I’m a hot mess full of sexual tension, I had forgotten how much I loved and missed the pure sound of his laughter. In the blink of an eye, Will escapes from my view only to re-enter the room as quickly as he left; a condom rolling down over the crown of his penis, all the way to the base.

  At least one of us was thinking straight. Again, Will positions himself between my thighs, my legs lift as he places himself at my entrance and drives deep into my wanton depths. I cry out at the intrusion. God, how I have missed the pleasurable yet punishing size of his cock. A few seconds pass as he remains completely still allowing me to adjust.

  “Babe, you okay?” I nod my response, unable to speak.

  “I have to move or I’m gonna blow—real quick.”

  “Fuck me, Will. Have no mercy, take everything you came here for.”

  “Oh fuck it.” Curses rip from his throat, rough and raw as he pulls out, almost to the tip, and pounds into me again, pushing me further up the bed, his balls slapping loudly against my ass. Once more he repeats the same driving force, then his pace increases, each pump of his cock causing the bed to thump against the wall and my insides to explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

  One hand clasps the inside of my knee holding it near his chest, the other hand allows my foot to fall to the bed giving me some traction. His free hand rubs the length of my body, his fingers twisting and tweaking each of my nipples, my back arches off the bed as I demand more, pushing further into his hands.

  “Chloe, I’m close. Too fucking close.”

  Will grunts, trying to back off the pace. The rough pad of his thumb presses against my clit as he mercilessly thrusts into me. The circular motion was quick to bring on my next release, “Will! Holy sweet fuck! Oh…my. Will.”

  “So fucking tight around my cock, baby, love it.” He drives into me for the last time, and through the fogginess of my post orgasmic state, I marvel at the feel of him in the pit of my stomach, convulsing as he releases his seed into the latex between us.

  Unable to hold himself up any longer, Will collapses on me, supporting himself slightly on his forearms at my head. Our bodies mingle together in sinfully sweaty silence, only the hard labor of our breathing is heard.

  Chapter Twelve ~ Undeniable Lust

  “Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.” ~ Mason Cooley

  Chloe

  My eyelids flutter as I become faintly aware of the shower running in the en- suite to my left. One by one, my mind is flooded with memories of our lovemaking, my muscles deliciously sore and delicate in all the right places.

  “Come, little one, let me get you all cleaned up and ready for round two.” Instantly my body responds to Will’s strong embrace as he lifts me from the bed where I shamelessly fell asleep after a few mind blowing, earth altering orgasms. Soft kisses on my eyelids make it more difficult to fully wake and face the creamy, chocolate brown colored eyes I knew were waiting.

  I used to love how Will’s eyes would change from a sharp, charismatic color to a creamy chocolate brown when he was horny.

  Warm water sprayed from jets above me, a waterfall soothing the anticipation of what was to come, releasing my body from the ties of temptation and relaxing my mind from the aftermath. My feet were planted solidly on the tiles of the shower recess, yet I felt like my body was floating, on the brink of flying away to a place I know I’d never return from. Strong hands continue to hold me in place, fingers digging into my hips, bite size caresses making their way from my chin to my collarbone and back again.

  My eyes still closed, too afraid to open them in fear the sensations awakening my body were nothing short of a cruel dream; the smell of blueberries swirled around me, a mixture of steam and sweet soapy bubbles took over my skin. Possessive hands move in small circular motions over my body, hovering in every place to elicit a moan from my needy body.

  Blueberry bubbles popping across my tummy added to the sensations pooling in my sex as his fingers circled the spot calling his name. Dragging his finger through my folds, my body quivers involuntarily, my knees weaken, and my head falls back against the shower wall.

  No sooner had a breathy moan left my lips; Will’s hands fell away from my body. A desperate whimper escaped me before I could stop it and I was spun around, jets of hot water now pouring over my front dispelling the bubbles, washing the temptation from my body.

  Will’s muscular build closes in from behind me and I rest my head against his chest as he pushes me toward the wall, my nipples instantly react to the change in temperature and the hardness of his erection pushing into my lower back. Teasingly, I push back against him, desperate to feel more of him.

  I groan out loud when he retreats again, a fresh smell of blueberries filling my senses and his hands once again gliding over my skin; relaxing, soothing and teasing as all fuck. The more I tried to relax into his touch, the more he pushed my body into the wall, my cheek now resting against the coolness of the tiles counteracting the heat stirring in my body.

  “Will,” I whisper his name, my lips barely move as he presses into me, all evidence of the blueberry bubbles now gone and the stubble on his chin rubbing against my shoulder. So close but not close enough.

  “Tell me what you want, little one,” he demands as if he didn’t already know. He covers my lips with his, one hand snaking around my throat, the other hooked around the front of my thigh, urging my legs apart. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance and forget the question.

  “I’ll keep you waiting until you say it, little one. Don’t test me.” He pushes half an inch inside and slowly withdraws until I can’t feel him anymore. I squirm impatiently and push my ass out to meet him, but he is quick to bring his palm down over me, making me squeal. My surprise is mixed with excitement and growing need.

  My heart is bursting, the rapid beat thumping dangerously against the wall keeping me upright, supporting me in the absence of my tormenting lover. “Say it,” he growls in my ear.

  “Maybe I just want you to take it,” I murmur over my shoulder at him; testing him. I pull at the corner of my lip, trying to hide a grin as I push my ass back toward him again, tempting him, inviting him to redden my other cheek. I needed him to make his claim.

  I yelp as he brings his palm down across my ass again, harder this time, the sting more severe than the other, turning my wanton lust into an indecipherable need.

  “Take it, Will. Take what’s yours.” My demands push through gritted teeth and before I can think more of it, Will closes in, his grip tightening around my throat as he drives into me to the hilt with the force of a man deprived. He pounds me so hard my whole body moves up the wall with each thrust, my tiptoes only just touching the floor.

  My eyes spring open, the first time since he transported me from the bedroom. Pure lust. Hunger filled his eyes as he threatened, “Little one, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

  Yes, I did.

 
; Will ripped away my last ounce of control by lifting my legs completely from the ground, he wraps them around his waist, and I link them behind him. My eyes roll back in my head at the way this new position stretches my pelvis, opening myself wider to accommodate even more of him. He was so fucking deep inside of me, I could feel him everywhere; his hungry pulse throbbed from the inside out, filling me, consuming every cell in my body.

  When he began to move behind me, my cervix welcomed the assault, growing faster with every passing second. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good.”

  His grip around my throat was so tight, I could barely sneak a breath, I could feel the beginning of bruises beneath his fingertips on my left hip and I welcomed it. Wanted him to mark me in every way possible, to know I would be able to see his possession long after this night was over. He was like a drug to me, one I was certain I’d never stop needing, but knew I must learn to live without.

  “Love your pussy, little one. Fits my cock like no other.”

  My thighs ached where they were pulled behind me and I knew I’d walk funny on my way into the office on Monday. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

  “Tell me, Chloe, tell me this pussy is all mine. At least for tonight.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. Tonight it was all his, and that would be enough. It had to be.

  “All. Fucking. Yours. Will,” I managed to throw out in fragments as he pounded me into the wall. My mind was delirious, unequivocal pleasure flowing through me. I cry out his name as he angled my hips back toward him, allowing his heavy, come filled balls to smack hard against my throbbing clit with each thrust.

  “Fuck yes, baby. All. Fucking. Mine.”

  His teeth sink into the tender spot behind my ear as I am hit with an orgasm more intense than any other I’d ever experienced. It rips through me from head to toe; no end in sight. A few more strong thrusts and Will is grinding wildly against my pained and sensitive sex as he rides out his monstrous orgasm, mumbling a string of incoherent words in my ear. The words I love you, clear only to my subconscious mind as I struggle to succumb to the intensity of the pleasure I have been afforded.