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I licked the smooth, tight skin, touching and tasting him for the first time. Will’s hips bucked forward, and he let out a long hiss. His obvious enjoyment made my heart beat faster, and I breathed in his musky male scent, flicking my tongue out to lap up the bead of liquid at his tip.
“Take my cock in your mouth, sweet cousin.” His voice was lower, huskier. Shyly, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the fat head of Will’s cock. “Mmm, such a good girl.” He stroked my hair, and a flush of pleasure, chased with shame, swept my body. “Take it deeper. That’s right.” He was massaging my head now, loosening my knot of hair, and I hated and loved how intimate his touch felt. Like I was the only woman he wanted, or needed. His. My nipples tightened, my pussy throbbing. “Lick the underside, little slut. Suck my cock. Ah, yeah. Deeper, baby. Look at you, Andie.”
I moaned around the thick flesh, bringing my hand up to cup and fondle Will’s balls as I caressed his cock with my tongue. I couldn’t help it. They felt perfect in my hand.
“Ooohhh,” he groaned. “Little slut cousin. You’re gonna— uh!”
A thick spurt of hot liquid filled my mouth. Then another. Will’s fingers were tangled in my hair as he grunted with pleasure. More liquid shot into my mouth. Will kept me firmly in place as he thrust between my lips, his cock twitching with each jet of cream. Finally he eased his softening cock out of my mouth.
“You made me come, Andie,” he murmured. “That was all you. Now swallow, baby girl.”
I swallowed without thinking, flinching a little at the flavor. Not the first time I’d tasted the bitter saltiness, but it was the first time I hadn’t spit it out. I ran my tongue over my lips. Some of Will’s essence was inside me now. But a piece of him had been already been lodged in me for far longer, like a thorn dipped in honey.
Will chuckled at the expression on my face. “You’ll learn to like it.”
He held out a hand and helped me out of the tub.
“Will, look—“ I began. Then I blushed when I realized he was staring at my naked body. When I tried to grab a towel, he held it out of my reach. “A lot of girls have swallowed your cum, haven’t they?” I blurted out.
“You care?”
I shrugged, blushing harder.
A slow smile spread over his face as he took in my blush. “The answer’s yes. Ever had a man’s face between your legs?”
“Tried it once.” My throat was dry. “Tickled too much.”
“Hmm.” He put a hand on my neck, rubbing his thumb over my throat.
“Did you sleep with anyone this weekend? On your trip?” I cursed myself for the question and braced myself for the answer.
Will’s gaze flickered. “No, Andie. I didn’t.” He looked at me more closely.
I felt so exposed. His eyes traveled over the loosened tendrils of wet red hair brushing my freckled shoulders, my softly curving breasts capped with little pink nipples, the smooth expanse of my belly and my slightly rounded hips, stopping on the tuft of ginger curls at my crotch. I’d never studied myself naked like this before, never been studied naked. Then he wrapped the fluffy towel around my body and took one for himself.
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.
He shrugged gracefully. “You said you had a boring night. So I helped you out with that. Come to bed.”
Dazed, I followed as he led me to his room, our clothes bunched over his arm, his hand securely around mine.
Chapter 8
Will’s bed felt as enormous as it looked. We didn’t need most of the mattress, because he pulled me close to his naked body, twining an arm and a leg over me as we sank into the soft sheets.
“’Night, Andie,” was all he said. Lips brushed my ear, and my skin tingled when his arms tightened around me.
Exhausted, I murmured a goodnight, my eyelids already drooping. I was too worn out to wrest myself free and stumble down the labyrinth of dark hallways to my bedroom. Will’s shoulder was warm and solid under my cheek, his hold on me firm. His body was still, but I could tell he was awake. For a while, I listened to our quiet breathing.
“You were bullshitting me, right?” My voice came out a whisper in the soft darkness. “About your dad.”
“Bullshitting,” Will repeated drowsily. “I wish I was.”
His voice was sleepy, but the dim light showed that his eyes were open: pale, rimmed with dark lashes, close to mine. His mouth was soft and relaxed. Some hair had fallen over his face. My hand itched, not to smack away a smug grin now, but to stroke that hair off his forehead and feel his cheek under my palm. I clenched my fingers tightly instead.
“I don’t want—“
“He won’t touch you,” Will mumbled into my hair. “If you don’t want him to.”
