Gimme something smutty with Willy nylander where he wants to have sex on a boat during the summer 😩
william wants to have sex on the boat.
William’s voice was a low, gravelly murmur against my ear, sending a sudden flush of heat straight down my spine. He was trying to steer me away from the railing of the yacht, guiding me toward the narrow stairs that led down to the cabins below.
“We can’t do that, stop,” I whispered, though my protest lacked any real conviction. My breath hitched as his hands found their way to my waist, his palms warm against my bare skin, trailing a slow, agonizing path up the sides of my body.
Earlier today, we had decided to invite a group of our closest friends out for a little yacht party. It was supposed to be a casual get-together—just sunshine, good music, and drinks on the water. But, of course, my boyfriend had exactly two drinks and immediately decided it was a fantastic idea to steal me away from the crowd.
“Please, I really need you right now,” he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck. He smelled like sea salt, expensive cologne, and a hint of alcohol.
I shivered, completely helpless against him. Why did he have to look so incredibly hot today? He had just shaved, his jawline looking sharp and smooth in the afternoon light.
“You feel that?” he asked softly.
He leaned in closer, pressing his lower body firmly against mine. I nodded slowly, my mind already spinning into a haze. The bass from the music upstairs was thumping through the deck, a reminder that our friends were only a few yards away, but I was seriously considering ditching them for a little while.
“Wanna help make it go away?” he whispered, kissing my cheek with just enough pressure to make my knees weak.
I nodded again, completely defeated. “Okay, fine. Let’s go downstairs. We can’t be long, though.”
“We won’t be,” he promised, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips.
He took my hand, guiding me through the scattered crowd of our friends. A few of them smiled and waved as we passed, completely oblivious to what was actually happening or where we were sneaking off to.
William opened the heavy door to the lower deck and led me down into the air-conditioned cabin. The moment our feet hit the carpet, Pablo and Banksy scrambled up from the lounge couch, their tails thumping wildly against the cushions. They were thrilled to see us. William never left them at home if he could help it; he absolutely adored his dogs.
“Hey, boys,” William greeted them, pausing to give them both a quick scratch behind the ears.
Satisfied with the attention, the two dogs curled back up on the couch, letting out heavy sighs as they went back to sleep. William turned back to me, an intense look in his eyes. He opened the door to the primary bedroom and shut it firmly behind us, locking out the rest of the world.
The room was sleek and minimalist, dominated almost entirely by a massive, king-sized bed. Looking at it, a sudden wave of nerves hit me, and I bit my lower lip anxiously.
“Why so nervous, baby? Come here,” William said softly.
He had already made himself comfortable, leaning back against the pillows in the center of the bed, his legs parted and his arms stretched out lazily. He looked entirely too confident, a predator waiting for his prey.
I crawled across the mattress toward him. The moment I got close enough, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me effortlessly onto his lap.
“Let’s take this off,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to the strings of my bikini bottoms.
I nodded against his chest, my heart hammering in my chest. He pulled the strings, expertly unravelling the fabric and tossing the bottoms to the nightstand before quickly kicking off his own shorts.
I leaned up, burying my hands in his hair as I pressed my lips to his. “I like when you shave,” I whispered between kisses, running my thumb along his smooth jawline. “I actually get to see your face.”
“I should shave it more often then,” he muttered against my mouth.
His hand slid down between my thighs, his index and middle fingers fumbling expertly between my folds. He began to stroke me, finding my damp heat and working to get me completely ready to take him. I gasped, my grip tightening on his shoulders.
“Mmm, mhm... please, William,” I whimpered, tucking my bottom lip between my teeth as the pleasure started to build.
“What position should we do?” he asked, his voice thick with desire as his fingers pushed deeper inside me. “Something that’ll make us finish quick so we can get back to our friends.”
He asked the question as if I were capable of forming a coherent sentence. With his fingers moving inside me like that, my mind was going entirely blank.
“Okay, come on. Turn over,” he laughed softly, picking up on my silence.
He pulled his fingers out, leaving me aching and impatient as he guided me onto my hands and knees.
“Are you gonna hold this arch for me?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
“I’ll try,” I gasped, gripping the sheets tightly as I waited for him to line himself up.
When he finally slid into me, my eyes squeezed shut. A breathless gasp escaped my lips. No matter how many years we had been together, I would never truly get used to his size. He was incredibly thick, a dull ache blooming before the pleasure took over.
William let out a heavy breath above me, his eyes dark as he watched the way my body stretched to accommodate him perfectly.
“I’m gonna start, okay?” he spoke softly, his voice a low rumble.
One of his large hands gripped my ass tightly, while the other anchored itself on my hip. He began to thrust, his movements passionate and deliberate. Low grunts left his throat with every push, matching the muffled whimpers I was burying into the pillows.
“Fuck, stop squeezing around me so tight,” he groaned, his pace instantly quickening as he felt how warm and tight I was holding him.
“Ughhhhh, William!” I gasped out his name.
His hand left my hip, sliding underneath me to find my clit. His thumb began to rub in rhythm with his hips.
“Mmm, keep doing that,” he growled, watching the way my hips moved against him with every frantic thrust. “Oh fuck, come on, baby. I need to cum.”
My focus shattered, my arch breaking as my strength started to give out. Sensing it, William gripped my waist and pulled me up completely, slamming his chest against my back. He kept thrusting in the new position, the deeper angle hitting exactly the right spot.
The sudden friction tore a loud, uninhibited moan from my throat as I came right away, my walls clamping down hard on him. That was the breaking point for William. His breathing turned ragged, his panting loud in the quiet room as he approached his own release.
“I’m fuh—fuck, I’m cumming,” he choked out, his sentence fracturing completely.
He let go of his grip on my hips as he hit his peak. I could feel his cock twitching violently inside me, his thrusts slowing to a heavy, agonizing grind as he emptied himself. The sensation of his warm, thick release filling me up made me whimper, completely overwhelmed by the intense heat of it.
His slow thrusts finally stopped. His body jolted a few times, the final aftershocks running through his muscles as quiet, breathless noises dropped from his throat, filling the silence of the bedroom.
For a long minute, we just stayed like that. I collapsed onto the mattress, and he heavy-blanketed himself on top of me, still buried inside me as we both tried to catch our breath.
Eventually, he groaned, carefully pulling out and rolling off the bed. He reached for a clean towel from the shelf, wiping himself down before pulling his shorts back on.
He looked down at me, a soft, apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry you can’t shower right now, baby. I should have pulled out.” He knew how much I absolutely hated the sticky feeling after sex when I couldn't immediately wash up.
“It’s okay,” I murmured, still exhausted.
He placed a fresh towel underneath my hips, gently opening my folds where his mess was already starting to escape. He used his finger to carefully scoop what he could out of me.
“Baby, push it out for me, please,” he whispered.
I hummed, doing as he asked. He watched intently, a dark flare of satisfaction in his eyes as it dripped out onto the towel. He wiped it away gently, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin in a way that I could tell was already turning him on again.
“Keep going, baby. You’re doing good. It’s almost all out,” he encouraged, his voice dropping an octave.
He used another dry towel to clean up the rest, then grabbed a water bottle from the nightstand, using the fresh water to clean me up the absolute best he could given our circumstances.
I finally sat up, looking down at the ruined towel underneath me. I smirked at him, shaking my head. I pulled my bikini bottoms back on, smoothing down the fabric, and then reached out to wrap my arms tightly around his neck.
William smiled, lifting me completely off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist, burying my face in his neck as a wave of pure affection washed over us. The lingering tension in the room melted into something incredibly sweet.
“I love you so much,” I murmured, kissing his jaw.
He held me with one arm, using the other to toss the dirty towels into the small garbage bin in the corner.
“I love you more,” he said, kissing me back before finally setting my feet back on the ground.
He opened the bedroom door, and we stepped back into the cabin lounge. Pablo and Banksy were still fast asleep on the couch, completely undisturbed. William reached into the mini-fridge, grabbing two fresh drinks, and handed one to me.
Taking my hand, he led the way back upstairs to the deck, Willy never leaving my side as we rejoined the party.
i have the fattest crush on william nylander i don’t care.
