\[Elise’s POV\]
I stare at William as his words repeat themselves in my mind again and again.
Was he really being serious right now? Wasn’t he basically proposing to me right here and now? Was he out of his fucking mind?
“Be prepared to lose.” I finally shrug, deciding to bite. “I have no intention of falling for you or anyone else in this lifetime.”
“We’ll see.” William chuckles, grabbing my chin between his strong fingers. “But I’d say that you’re already beginning to fall.”
“Shut up.” I growl, reaching up and cupping the back of his neck. “And kiss me.”
I didn’t want to talk about feelings or possible future relationships. All I wanted to do was fuck, and since he was here and willing, he would help me satisfy my need.
Understanding exactly what I wanted, William leans down, claiming my mouth with his own. When his tongue presses against my lips, I obediently part them, allowing him access. Together, our tongues dance while my hands begin to undo his belt and then his pants. Once they’re out of the way, I pull out his erect dick and begin to slowly pump it, earning myself a delicious growl from William.
“Woman,” he groans. “Did anyone ever tell you that patience is a virtue?”
“It isn’t one of mine.” I counter, quickening my pumps, until William reaches down and grabs my wrist.
Lifting onto his knees, he keeps me pinned beneath him, so I’m left to pout.
“If you’re so eager to put your hand to use, then I can think of something better for you to do.”
“Better.” I repeat, raising my brow. “And what might that be?”
Grinning, he climbs off of me and hooks a finger in my underwear. With a single motion, he pulls them down so that I’m naked.
“Make yourself wet.”
For a moment, I don’t speak as I try to understand what it is that he wants, and when I finally do, I can’t help but be impressed. It seemed that Mr. Gentleman had a kinky side.
“Won’t that mean you won’t be able to have any fun?” I ask, slowly pulling my wrist free of his hold. “Or do you have a thing for watching women play with themselves?”
I had to admit, it was pretty fucking hot to picture William watching me while I masturbated. I could just see the look of hunger in his dark eyes as I did it. It was definitely enticing.
“Not women,” he counters. “Just you.”
Just me… Was he trying to say that I brought out the freak in him?
Fuck it. I think inwardly, placing my hand at the base of my throat. If he wanted me to play with myself, then I would do it.
Locking my gaze with William's, I begin to slowly run my fingers down my skin while picturing it being him. With each inch they grow closer to my pussy, I feel my excitement growing. And when they finally reach and dip between my thighs and slide between my already slick slit, I close my eyes and begin to rub myself.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, continuing to imagine that it was William touching me instead of myself.
I would never admit it to him, but the thought of his large hands touching me and his dick pumping inside me drove me wild. I had been with many men, but none of them could make me go feral quite like him.
“How does it feel?” William asks. “Use your words, baby.”
“It feels good.” I moan, spreading my legs wider so that I was sure he had the perfect view. “So fucking good.”
“Better than if it was me?” He asks.
“It…” I begin, wondering if this bastard had the ability to read thoughts like me.
“It what?” He pushes, not letting me off the hook. “Would you prefer to continue pleasing yourself or have me do it?”
Honestly, I would much rather him, but I couldn’t tell him that. I could just picture him becoming even more cocky.
“Say it.” William growls, grabbing my nipple and twisting.
“Oh Goddess!” I groan, arching my back as a powerful orgasm takes me.
“Oh dear,” he chuckles while I ride on my high. “You just soaked the bed.”
Snapping my eyes open, I watch William run his fingers along my core and then bring them to his lips so he can lick my juices from them.
Dammit, he wasn’t fair. How could any normal person resist when he was doing such a fucking seductive thing?
“Are you going to answer my question now?” He asks, climbing on top of me and palming himself. “Do I make you feel better than your own hand?”
As the question leaves his lips, he begins to rub his dick along my clit and press it against my core, only to not push in. Again and again, he repeats this motion while I remain silent.
“Answer me, Elise.” He hisses, pushing in a bit and pulling out. "Which makes you feel better?"
“You do!” I finally mewl, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Now fuck me.”
Chuckling, William pushes into me and begins to move while I twist my legs around his hips, pulling myself closer against him so that he can go deeper.
"Now, was that so hard?” He asks, quickening his pace.
Opening my mouth, I prepare to argue but stop as a commotion sounds from just outside the door, and when it bursts open and a man I don’t recognize enters, I attempt to move but am stopped by William covering me with his body.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The man growls, storming toward us. “And with that woman, no less?”
That woman? Who the fuck was this man?
“Don’t you know how to knock?” William snaps, remaining in place. “Or are you suddenly into voyeurism, father?”
Father. Did he really just say father? So this man who was glaring at us like it would kill us was William’s father.
“It doesn’t matter why I’m here.” He snaps. “What matters is why I’ve found my son fucking some woman.”
“What?” I ask, unable to hold my tongue. “Are you jealous? Would you like to join us? I’ve never fucked a father and son at the same time.”
At my words, a growl escapes William as he lifts up just enough to pull a blanket over me, and before I can even imagine what he is doing, he is wrapping me like a burrito.
“I’ll deal with you later.” He snaps, pulling his pants back up and then getting up while I watch. “Since you burst in here like that, you must have something important to say, right?” He continues, looking toward his father. “So, let’s go. I’ll humor you for now.”