Crash (Billionaire New Adult Romance)(22)

The bulge digging into my hip told me that William liked it too. My  stomach shivered as he attacked the other breast, kneading the swollen  one with his hot hand as he sucked the other one. Jesus. He tongued my  nipple, sending electrical shocks of pleasure all the way down, making  me buck against his waist.

I wanted to see his body. I tugged the hem of his shirt until Will  finally sat up and ripped it off his body. He sat on me, straddling my  waist as I gazed at his olive-skinned, athletic body in all its glory. I  sat up and he let my hands explore his body, traveling up his flat,  hard stomach to the slight dent between his pecs. I smoothed my hands  over his flat chest and he reached around me to pull the tank top and  bra over my head.

He pulled me against him and I sighed with the thrill of having our  naked bodies touching. I reached down and stroked the bulge in his pants  as we kissed. I unzipped his pants and gripped his length, still  trapped in his boxers. The head of his cock was damp and it had seeped  through the fabric. I slipped my hand between the boxers and his skin,  curling my fingers around his hard rod.

Then suddenly, he flipped me around and tore my jeans and panties down  to my knees and forced me on all fours. I heard a quick, plastic sound  and suddenly his hardness slipped up and down my wetness, massaging my  clit.

"Yes, Will!"

He lunged forward, his thickness spearing me open, ramming deep inside  and setting off every pleasurable nerve that existed. The pain at being  swiftly penetrated was punctuated by a rush of pleasure that made me  moan and buck my hips against him. Suddenly, I yelped in pain. William  slapped my ass hard, the imprint of his hand burning against my cheek.

No one had ever taken me like this. It felt so good. I fell against the  wall and used my hands to brace Will's hard thrusts, groaning when his  hips slapped against my ass, his cock buried as deep as he could go.

And his hands were anchored on my hips, holding me against him so that  he could pull backwards hard when he hammered forward, intensifying that  amazing feeling driving me high, turning me into a madwoman who  shrieked and groaned, succumbing completely to desire. He had the  stamina of a bull, and even though I felt his hands slipping with sweat,  he drilled me nonstop. The force of his thrusts never let up, all of  his crazed energy was focused into fucking me as hard as possible.

Finally, when I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, he wrenched me  backwards and spun me around so that I was straddling his waist. His  black hair stuck to the back of his neck and his face was rosy with  color. He gripped my hair and forced my head forward, plunging his  tongue down my mouth as I tried to kiss him.

William was in complete control. He lifted my waist and set me down over  his lap. I grabbed his cock and sighed as I sank down, feeling my walls  expand as he filled me up.

"Up and down," he said, breathing deeply.         

     



 

I grabbed his shoulders and lifted my hips rhythmically, my thighs  slapping his flesh as I sank down quickly. My nipples brushed his lips  as I bounced up and plummeted down; he gathered them in his mouth,  moaning as he felt me squeeze him with my powerful walls.

"Jesus, Natalie."

He took my hips and began to thrust upwards, impatient with my slow  rhythm. I held his face against my breasts and moved up and down,  grinding hard when I felt him impale me. Will kissed me as we joined our  bodies over and over. Then he fell forward and I fell on my back with  my legs still wrapped around him. I groaned as he dug into me, wrapping  my legs tighter around his ass.

The smell of sticky, warm sex engulfed my senses. William's damp body  hovered over mine and then lowered, sending a swift feeling up my body. I  was crying out his name as he plowed into me. Our foreheads touched and  his hot breath billowed over my face, his groans like music to my ears,  the sound of his damp flesh smacking against my wet core, and the  feeling of him thrusting inside me-all of it combined into an epic,  shuddering orgasm.

I clutched Will's damp back for dear life as he released a huge groan  and hammered forward. My contractions clenched around him and the wave  slowly rolled up my body, making my stomach shudder. Will pulsed in and  out a few more times and then he rolled off me.

His face was completely smooth; I never saw him so exhausted. His arm  slid under my back and pulled me against him. My head lay over his  shoulder and I listened to his deep breaths, his chest rising and  falling like the ocean.

"Natalie, that was-"

"-Amazing."

Frankly, it was the best sex I ever had. I never knew it could be so  exciting and good. It was like winning the lottery. How many times had I  laid under Ben, bored as he pumped for a few minutes then collapsed to  the side, without a thought of my pleasure? What was I thinking? My body  ached from being pounded so hard, but I felt myself twitch in  anticipation of going again.

I kissed his neck. "When can we go again?"

His chest shook with laughter. "Might be a little bit."

And my heart fluttered as he gathered me in his arms and kissed me.

‘A little bit' turned out to be fifteen minutes of foreplay and  fondling, then William took me again-almost as roughly as he had the  first time, and at last we collapsed in each other's arms and resigned  ourselves to sleep. Sometime during the night I heard a hop and then a  small, warm lump settled behind my legs.

Screaming. I jerked awake, naked and confused. It was still dark and I  couldn't see anything. Tom's nails raked me as he sped from the bed,  startled by the noise. A dark shape thrashed beside me-Will-in the  throes of another nightmare. I groped for the switch on the lamp and it  flared on.

"Will, wake up!"

I ripped the covers off him and finally he seemed to shudder awake,  tears streaming down his face. He wiped them away and sat up, avoiding  my eyes. He turned away from me and sat on the edge of the bed, his  shoulders shaking.

Is he crying? I rejoined him in the bed as a low moan shook from his  throat. I curled up behind him, watched him bury his face in hands, and  did not know what to do.

I touched his back and he flinched horribly. "Hey, what's wrong? Talk to me."

"It was so vivid," he choked. "I was reliving it again."

Reliving the car accident? I tried to ignore the horror rising up my throat. "Maybe you should tell me what happened."

He lifted his head and turned around, his eyes bloodshot. "You don't want to hear about it. Believe me."

"I can handle it," I said in a firm voice.

Will's black eyes hardened, still glistening with tears. They were  reflective, like a dark mirror. "Maybe I don't want to talk about it."

"Of course you don't want to talk about it, but I deserve to know. If  this is going to go anywhere, I need to know." I grabbed his wrist when  his eyes unfocused, staring into some point beyond my shoulder. "Either  you tell me or I'll leave and you'll never hear from me again. I mean  it, Will."

His arm slipped out of my grasp. "Then go."

I wasn't prepared for the chill in his voice, the dead eyes, closing in  front of me like shutters on windows. I dove off the bed and picked up  my clothes, pulling them on. He was going to be like that? Fine.

"Natalie." Will's voice cracked.

I stopped dressing to look at him seriously. "Will, you can't keep  something like this to yourself. I can let a lot of stuff slide, but  this isn't one of those things."

Will half-rose from the bed. "Hey," he said angrily. "You can't blame me  for this. I'm not ready to share every dark secret of mine with you."         

     



 

"What do you expect me to do? You scream and have panic attacks, and I  don't have a right to know what's causing them?" I laughed harshly. "You  must be joking."

I seized my tank top and pulled it on. He sat on the bed, glowering at me under a curtain of dark hair.

"Where the hell are you going to go? It's the middle of the night."

"I don't care," I muttered, heading towards the bathroom to stuff  everything into my suitcase. A part of me hoped like hell that he would  change his mind.

"Stop," he said in a tremulous voice, which was suddenly a lot closer.  His hand fell on my shoulder and I looked up into the bathroom mirror.  His eyes were wide and terrified and I felt myself weaken.

I revolved slowly on the spot and William held me against him, refusing to let me go. My eyes stung and I blinked furiously.

"Please, don't go. I'll tell you what happened."





Chapter 8



"It happened a few years ago when I was still in college at Stanford. My  friends and I, we used to party a lot. None of us took school  seriously. My best friend Dan and I were at a party away from campus. I  drove there. We got completely shit-faced and then Dan and I wanted to  drive to another party, but I was too drunk. I convinced him to drive  instead. He couldn't even walk to the car.