Page 77 of Old Habits

“You rode us out of town and we stopped somewhere just off the highway by the woods,” I say, letting the memory fill my head. “I turned on the seat to face you, just like this.”

I ease myself closer, sliding up to rest my legs a little higher on his thighs.

“You kissed my forehead,” he says, “and I remember my ears started ringing, like all the blood vessels in my brain were about to explode at once, but I heard you thanking me.”

“Of course. You saved me.”

He kisses my neck. “You could have taken him.”

“But I didn’t have to.”

“Then... I don’t know.” He draws my tank down an inch further, exposing a little more of my cleavage to kiss. “Things get a little fuzzy...”

I push his leather jacket down his arms, feeling his strong biceps flex with my passing touch. “Well, we made out for a while,” I say. “It took forever for you to get up the nerve to touch my boob.”

He chuckles, digging his teeth in. “Oh, it’s all coming back to me now.”

“Then, I reached down, like this...” I slide my hand toward his belt, “and I unzipped your pants... like this.”

He keeps his stare on me as I flick the button on his jeans. “I thought I was in for a handjob because that’s all any girl I knew ever did.”

I raise a brow. “Except me.”

“Except you,” he says, sighing as I slide one hand into his briefs.

His stiff cock twitches as I wrap my fingers around it and tease him with a few firm strokes.

He grins and tightens his grip on my waist. “Best nineteen seconds of my life.”

My head falls to his shoulder as I laugh. “Was it?”

“At the time, yeah,” he says, hovering by my lips. “You said, ‘don’t worry. With a cock like that, you’ll learn how to use it.’” He kisses me once, his breath full of heat.

“I was right,” I say. “You did learn how to use it.”

“I had a good teacher.” He gazes into my eyes. “From then on... It was all about Jovie Ross.”

I pause my stroke. “Until we broke up.”

“No...” His lips brush mine. “It’s always been you, Jove.”

We fall against each other, touching and stroking. I squeeze his shaft, forcing him to groan and his hands push beneath my skirt in retaliation. He invades my panties, effortlessly pushing the crotch aside to plunge his thick fingers into my begging core. I gasp as desire tears me apart from the inside out.

Will plays me with his closed eyes, easily targeting the exact spot that makes me moan against his lips. I almost can’t function as his rigid knuckles take me over. My muscles turn to jelly and my heart pounds against my ribs. He brings me so close, just a few more seconds of it would have me writhing and shaking on his hand but I’d rather save it.

I push up onto my toes, positioning myself over his cock and he withdraws his fingers.

Will laughs through his smirk. “Flying past third base here, aren’t we?” he asks.

I align us a little closer. “Baseball is so boring.”

“Agreed.”

He reaches into his back pocket, quickly withdrawing the condom hidden inside. I wait with bated breath as he rips it open and expertly sheathes himself.

I chuckle. “I see you had plans for tonight.”

“Jovie, I’ve been carrying that around since the moment I knew you came home,” he quips.