Page 193 of Treacherous
I push Willow’s panties down her leg, throwing them onto the floor. Leaning closer, I hover my lips above her cunt, blowing against her clit. I drag my tongue up her slit, groaning when her arousal hits my tongue.
Willow’s hips jerk, when I trace her clit with my thumb. My touches are short and gentle, bringer her closer to the edge, but she isn’t allowed to come until her hazel eyes are on me. My knuckles glide through her arousal, eliciting a moan from Willow’s lips.
Fuck, I love the sounds she makes when my mouth is on her. I circle her clit with my tongue and thrust two fingers inside her.
“Oh, fuck.”
I glance up, meeting Willow’s molten eyes. “Don’t move, Sweetheart. I haven’t gotten my fill yet.”
Willow moans loud enough for our teammates to hear, but I couldn’t give a fuck at the moment. I thrust two fingers in and out, curling them at the perfect angle. Fuck, I’m obsessed with Willow’s cunt.
Her words are breathless as she whimpers. “I’m so close, Jayden.”
It takes all my self-control to stop, pulling myself up so we are face to face. I reach for the condoms in the nightstand, but she stops me. I tilt my head, confused about why she is stopping me.
“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?” I ask.
“No,” she pants. “I want you inside me without anything between us.”
My eyes widen, and I swear I nearly come in my pants at her words. “Are you sure?”
“Please. I have an implant and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too. I was tested at the start of the year.”
Willow wraps her arms around my neck, closing the gap between us. I groan, grabbing my hard length and positioning it at her entrance. Slowly, I slide inside her. Inch by fucking inch.
Willow’s wet heat clenches around me as I thrust harder. She digs her nails into my shoulder blades and I’m thankful for the pain, using it to distract myself from blowing my load straight away.
“You–”thrust.“Are–”thrust.“Fucking–”thrust.“Perfect.” I groan into her neck.
She moves her hips to meet my thrusts. I leave my right hand against her neck. Willow can never look away from my tattoos, especially when they curl around her throat like a necklace.
She was made for me. My left hand moves to her pussy, circling her clit.
A whimper escapes my lips. “Fuck, Willow. Come for me, please.”
She inhales sharply, her back arching and cunt clenching my cock so hard I’m confident I will black out. My balls tingle, lightning shooting up my spine.
I don’t last any longer, pumping into her harder than before. Our breath returns, my nose inhaling the scent of sex. I pull out of Willow, placing a small amount of space between us.
Willow is the first to speak. “That was so fucking hot,”
I laugh. “That’s one way to describe it. Don’t move, I’ll be back.”
I walk to the bathroom, thankful that we decided to sleep in Willow’s room last night. I wet a washcloth with warm water before joining her in bed. I spread her legs, cleaning the mess we made.
After I’m finished, I discard the cloth while Willow goes to the bathroom. She comes back to bed, where I’m waiting. I can’t help but drag her closer to me, tangling our bodies together.
We lay in silence for a moment, until she grabs my tattooed arm. She traces her fingers over each tattoo, and I hold my breath as she edges closer to one I’ve ignored for years.
Willow’s breath hitches, her eyes looking up to meet mine. “Jayden, is this a–” she pauses, her gaze falling back to the tattoo.
“Yes, it’s a willow tree." My heart thumps, eyes lingering on Willow's face. "The red leaves represent both your hair and the fire that burns within you. The fire I’ve been drawn to for years.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks. I reach out to wipe them away. I hate seeing her cry.
“When did you get this?”
