Page 29 of Willow

I know she’s about to come when her whole body begins trembling and she squeezes my head. “Oh God, yessssss…”

My mouth fastens onto her clit, and I suck. I can feel her juices running down my chin and I fucking love it. She’s bucking and thrashing and I keep hold until she’s giggling and trying to shove me off. “Mm, that was so much better than lunch.”

I leave a slap on her ass before I unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants, and let them fall around my feet. “Now, it’s your turn.”

She doesn’t hesitate in dropping to her knees and taking me in her hands for a few good pumps. Nothing can compare when she wraps her lips around my cock and teases the little slit. “Fuck!”

When she slides her hand between my legs and cups my balls, I roar. Knowing that we’re on borrowed time and I can’t prolong my orgasm, I fist my hands in her hair and thrust. And she tolerates every inch of my cock like a pro. Once we find a rhythm, it doesn’t take me long before my balls tighten in her hand, seeking relief. I know I’m close when that erotic tingling travels up my spine and…I give her an out.

“If you don’t pull back, I’m going to come down your throat.” This girl doesn’t give up. With both hands fisting my cock while her mouth works its magic. “Fuck, I’m going to come…” She swallows every last drop, milking me dry.

Picking her up by her arms, I cradle her against me. I can’t believe she yearned for me so much that she went to her room to wait for me. “How did you know I’d come looking for you?”

“I knew you were desperate to touch me and it was killing you. I just gave you an opportunity I knew you couldn’t refuse.” I’ve no doubt this girl is going to keep me on my toes and fully satiated.

“You would be correct. Now, we need to hurry. We only have a few minutes to spare.”

I’m throwing on my clothes when Willow rushes into the bathroom. I smile when I hear her brushing her teeth. Sneaking up behind her, I give her a peck on the cheek. Leaning down, I wash my hands and dry them.

She swivels her head and looks directly at me. “Are you going to wash your face, too?” Now I kiss her wrinkled nose.

“Nope. I want the taste of you lingering on my lips for the whole damn day.” Her eyes go wide and I know she’s about to protest. “Let’s go. We’re going to be late.”

We make it just in time with seconds to spare. When Willow slides into her seat, Suzan asks, “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, thank you. It was exactly what I needed.” No one dares question why we were gone for so long and we pick up right where we left off. No one the wiser.

18

WILLOW

Caleb hadtoleave the auditions when he received a phone call. He made his apologies and as he walked off, he looked worried. I wanted to follow him so badly, but I knew it would have raised suspicion. Especially after our disappearing act for lunch today. We’ll have to reign it in tomorrow; otherwise, we’ll be the gossip of the weekend.

When he returned, he apologized once again and it was back to business as usual. I wanted to ask if everything was okay, but didn’t need to. He casually reached under the table to squeeze my hand to let me know everything was fine.

It was a grueling and very emotional twelve-hour day. Knowing I hold someone’s fate in my hands is overwhelming. Once we were done for the day, we both went to our separate rooms to shower and change. Now, I’m sprawled out on my bed just chilling out. It’s ten o’clock and although I’m tired, I don’t think I can sleep. Caleb has me all twisted up in knots. And I know as long as I stay in this room, he won’t bother me. Cancel that thought. He just knocked and walked in.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and ordered room service. It will be here any minute.” When I stop to think of all the things we’ve done over the last twenty-four hours, I want to pinch myself. Is this really me? Am I taking this leap of faith with a man I barely know? I guess it’s too late to ask myself these questions after the fact.

“I don’t know if I’m more tired than hungry. Today was brutal. How do you do it?” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slides his hand over the curve of my hip. I might be a bit obsessed with his very talented hands.

“People get very emotional when they know they didn’t nail it. It bothered me in the beginning because I knew their nerves got the better of them. Then I learned that’s how I can separate the good from the bad. ‘And the mighty shall fall.’ That’s when it all fell into place.”

“I’m not going to lie,” I said, “I peeked at your paper and gave some of them fives and you had threes.” His laugh is laced with amusement. I think he knew.

“Room service is here. Care to join me?” When he stands and reaches out his hand, I’m suddenly not that tired anymore. We walk hand in hand into his room and the scent of food has my stomach growling.

After the waiter leaves, Caleb says, “Go jump in bed and get comfortable. I’ll bring you a plate.” I’m loving all of this attention.

I fluff up our pillows and sit cross-legged underneath the covers. “I have no idea what you ordered but it smells amazing!”

“They only serve breakfast food, since it’s so late. I have no idea what you like so I gave you a little of everything.” When I see biscuits and gravy, I want to squeal like a little girl. Comfort food at its finest.

“Thank you. I would have gone to bed without eating and been hangry in the morning for sure.” I can’t say another word since my mouth is stuffed with all of this goodness.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. I have you all to myself for only one more day and then it’s back to business as usual.” Ah, the dreaded no-touching rule. I’m really getting frustrated and it’s only been one damn day.

“Are we staying another night or will we be traveling home after announcing the winner?” He uses the napkin to wipe his mouth before answering.

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