“Good. Fuck him.”
More laughter ruffled around the room.
Will slipped upstairs, and I dodged people who were still listening to King rhapsodize about how we were really just fulfilling a societal necessity. I tuned him out and took the stairs two at a time, chasing after Will. I almost got inside his room, but he turned and shoved me back out into the hallway.
“What was I supposed to do?” I asked, exasperated. “Let you kill yourself out there tonight?”
He snarled at me.
I shivered. God damn, he was sexy.
“If I choose to go out that way, fucking yes!”
“Fuck this.” I growled and turned back toward the stairs, and he snagged my wrist, dragging me into the room. Hislips crashed against mine, and I tugged him close. Vaguely, I registered the door slamming shut. I wasn’t thinking and spun us, slamming him against the wall. He let out a grunt that might’ve been sexy or pained—or both. I leaned back to stare into his brown eyes.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” he said, then slid his hand to the back of my head and pulled me into the kiss. It was a battle. Lips, teeth, his hands kneading my ass so hard it was painful, walking that line between pleasure and agony. It was so fucking good.
Thrusting against him made another one of those sounds escape him, and when I pulled back, he grabbed my hips so hard it ached.
“Just do what I know you fucking want to do. Don’t hold back,” he ordered.
“But—”
“If I have to accept you sidelining me for the shit on the bikes, you better give me anything I want here. I get what I want.” He slid his hand down to grab my dick.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I let him massage me roughly through my jeans and bit my bottom lip. “Uh-huh.”
He gave me a harsh squeeze that was just this side of too much. “Fuck me like you mean it or I’ll get someone else to do it.”
“I’ll kill him,” I said with no hesitation.
Fire burned in his eyes and he looked like he wanted to devour me. “Good.”
His lips were back on mine. I let go. I stopped holding back. Will wasn’t small, but I was no weakling, and I put my arms around him and lifted, propping him against the wall. His thick thighs wrapped around me, and I almost swooned with how fucking perfect all his muscles were, capturing me where he needed me to rub my dick against his. I thrust and whined.
“Should I stop and?—”
“I will tell you if I need you to stop,” he said, then went right back to kissing me.
Life was fucking good. Will arched against me, and I ground my dick against his until we almost started a fire. Tension popped pleasantly through my body. Finally, he must’ve had enough because he unlocked his legs from around me and his feet fell heavily to the floor.
But I was on the edge of busting. I had fucking needs I’d been shoving to the back seat.
“Pants off,” I said, fumbling with his belt.
He nodded.
Between the two of us, we got his belt unbuckled and his jeans shoved down to his knees. I moaned when his dick came into view, and I dropped to the floor, wrapping my lips around the head. The burst of salty sweetness inspired me to suck hard.
“This isn’t what I fucking want,” Will said, but he cupped the back of my head and gasped as I bobbed on his shaft and tongued his cockhead. When I slid back, he hissed out air through his teeth.
“Don’t fucking care. I want this.” I glared up at him.
His smirk was fucking beautiful.
“Turn around.”
For a second, he frowned, but then he nodded and did what I asked without argument—for once. I shoved him and shuffled back a few feet on my knees until I had his ass in front of my face, dusted with dark hair. I spread his cheeks and looked at his hole, but that wasn’t exactly why I was back here. His guiche piercing glimmered, and I moved so that the lamplight by the bed, which he must’ve left on earlier, gleamed on the silver hoop through his perineum.