Page 89 of Play With Me

“I want my mouth on you right now,” he rasped over my shoulder, “but I’m afraid this is a dream, and I need to fuck you before I wake up.”

“So fuck me.”

The clink of his belt buckle was like Pavlov’s bell, and my pussy clenched in anticipation. I heard the foil tear on his condom.

A sound caught in his throat as he slid two fingers through the wetness between my legs, coating them. Then he brought them up to his mouth and licked them clean, where I could see him.

“I love the way you taste, Isa. It makes me feel fucking feral.”

“I—‘’ was about to say something snarky when Will pushed into me from behind. My breath hitched, and he groaned from the sensation, resting his forehead on the nape of my neck for a moment to collect himself. I needed to adjust to him. His fingertips squeezed my hips, and he pressed his whole body against mine when he began to move.

Then he was everywhere all at once.

One hand came up around my front to hold me where my neck met my shoulder, his thumb across my throat, pulling me tight against him and down hard onto his dick as he thrust up inside me. The other turned my head so he could fill my mouth with his tongue and drifted down my body, witnessing every curve.

Being full of Will was intoxicating. My skin buzzed, and my body turned molten, my neck slack against his shoulder as his hips rolled into my ass. It was different like this—deeper, steadier—like reaching a peak you only get to after you’ve learned the mountain.

“Do you want to come?” he asked. No fuckin’ duh, I want to come, Will.

“Meh,” I shrugged.

His half-laugh, half-growl was exasperated and affectionate at the same time.

“Tell me when you remembered.”

“I never forgot, Liam.”

“Fuuucckk…” He pinched my clit between his middle and ring fingers, his dick sliding up and hitting the perfect spot inside my body with each hard stroke. It was borderline too good. “Come all over my cock, Isa.”

He pushed my clit down and around, and with the sound of him losing control in my ear, that orgasm hit me like a fucking train.

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A squirrel with a very fancy tail was tapping me on the foot in my dream, which was just weird enough that I shifted into that shimmery half-wakefulness.

“Fucking finally,” Hasan’s voice came out of the squirrel’s mouth, and I jerked awake and screamed when I saw his stupid face, staring into the tent, totally unashamed.

“What the fucking fuck, you dick!” I squeaked, scrambling to cover myself up in my nest of blankets.

Will rolled over, ass up, face buried in his arms. “Morning,” was all he said.

“I’ve seen all your bits, Lou, and Will’s seen all of mine,” Has sighed. I raised an eyebrow at him. I had not yet heard this story. “We’re past this. Let’s go to breakfast.”

“I’m good,” Will said, wrapping a heavy arm around my middle and dragging me up next to him. He kissed my hair sleepily. I waggled my eyebrows at Hasan. He fake gagged. “Has, go gag on something else. I need to fuck our girl a few more times before I forgive you.”

Has snorted. “Fair enough, but I want you to come see the house before you leave,” he closed the tent flap and started walking away, “so for real—today or tomorrow—we’re hanging out.”

“Deal,” Will yelled out to him. He turned to me with a devilish smile, and I bit my lip to keep from smiling too hard. Pulling the blanket over his head, he spread my thighs wide.

“Will, I don’t know if—‘’ I started, but he didn’t let me finish.

“Don’t know if you’ll come, don’t know if you’ll like it, don’t know if I’ll like it? The only thing I care about is if you don’t want me to do it.”