Page 66 of Old Habits
His breath drifts along my neck. “I fix cars.”
“Yeah, but how? A car comes in for a tune-up… What do you do?”
Will pushes back onto his knees, his sly eyes narrowing with the rise of his smirk. “Well... first thing... I check the outside for scratches and dents that might need attention.”
He lays his hands on my calves and slowly slides up to my thighs. I laugh and shiver as they continue upward to my hips.
“Kick the tires...” he continues, his hands still moving. “Inspect the headlights...”
He cups my breasts, just barely squeezing as he licks his lips. I smile wide, feeling my fingers twitch and my toes curl.
“Then…” he places his hands beneath my knees, “I pop the hood.”
I gasp as he yanks upward and I slip onto my back. He slowly slides my dress upward until my panties are exposed. We make eye contact as he hooks his fingers along the elastic lining and he waits to see if I’ll stop him.
I should stop him but my tongue turns to jelly in my mouth. I don’t say a word as he pulls my underwear down my thighs. Desire bends my knees and draws my ankles together to let him take them all the way off. He tosses them to the floor and puts a little pressure on my knees to spread them wide again.
Will gazes down at me, his lips parting slightly. “I check the oil,” he says.
His hand crawls between my thighs while his eyes stay on mine. He draws a slow line along my open slit, inching down to my entrance. I bite my lip and hold my breath, pulsing repeatedly until I feel his finger slide inside. My jaw drops open and I tighten around his knuckles with each slow and smooth stroke he gives me.
Will pulls his finger out and looks at it. He tilts his head and hums. “Not bad,” he says, bringing it to his lips. “But we should probably top that up just to be safe.”
He sticks his finger in his mouth and sucks it clean. My thighs quiver against him as he shifts down to kiss me. I taste myself on his tongue. I feel his erection pressing against my hip. His lust burns with his warm breath. I lie still, too numb to move, as he descends my body. He lingers between my thighs, leaving soft kisses along my skin inches away from the brutal throbbing of my clit.
I chuckle through my teeth. “This is a little more than rounding first…”
Will licks his smirking lips. “I’ll take the penalty, coach.”
His tongue touches my clit, forcing me to inhale a deep, sharp breath as pleasure fires up my spine. My entire body locks up and my muscles burn as he owns me one firm lap at a time. I grip his hair, pulling him closer and he thrusts his tongue inside of me.
I pinch my eyes closed, blocking the white lights and blurred vision. He plays me so easily, as if he never forgot exactly how to get me off and how to do it quickly. He slides his tongue out, only to replace it with two long fingers. I squirm beneath him, trapped and controlled by the perfect stroke of his fingertips and the firm touch of his tongue.
I lose my words to moans and screams. My legs twitch on their own and my nails dig into his scalp. He moans, too, sending vibrations through my core. My back arches as the tension breaks and Will watches my climax with the same smirking eyes as he always did before.
Everything aches and burns but I don’t want it to end. I instantly miss his fingers as he slides them out of me and nearly shed a tear as he leaves one last kiss on my mound before leaning back and wiping his mouth.
I push up onto my elbows as he guides my dress down to rest on my thighs. “Such a gentleman.”
“Oh, I’ve always been gentle,” he says.
I smile. “A little too gentle sometimes, if I recall.”
He crawls closer. “You never complained before.”
“Not complaining now, either... but if we’re going to start talking penalties...” I kiss his forehead and he grins, “then things might get a little rough.”
“One step at a time,” he says, settling beside me. “But I’m listening…”
He kisses my neck, sending more shocks down my spine. I reach for his zipper and slide it open while his breath quickens against my skin. My tongue salivates, delightfully thirsty for him as I wrap my fingers around his hardness.
“Oh, Jovie…” He chuckles. I stroke him slowly and he sighs, barely able to contain the groan in the back of his throat. “Fuck.”
I smile and kiss his neck, feeling his fingers digging into my skin as I travel downward. He shifts up, allowing for me to slide his jeans down. I take hold of his cock and admire it for a moment, letting my head fill with nostalgic memories, before taking his tip between my lips.
“Oh, fuck…”he says again, laughing harder as I suck the precum from his tip.
He reacts to every tap and lick of my tongue. Even the rough edge of my teeth brings him pleasure. I watch him move beneath me, feeling the tight twist of his grip on the back of my head as he pulls me closer and sends his cock further back into my throat. I moan to vibrate his shaft and his hips jerk and he inhales a sharp breath. I let the slick and warm sensations dazzle my tongue and I bob my head until I hear him groan my name.