Page 94 of Treacherous
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?”
“The end of senior year of high school, after that night at the beach.”
It was one of my first tattoos, and I didn’t even hesitate. The willow tree makes up part of my sleeve, while jasmine flowers blooming on a vine intertwine with the tree, weaving up my collarbone and down to my heart.
The rest of my sleeve is filled with various symbols that correlate to an important person.
A surfboard for my dad because surfing was the first love of his life.
A sunflowers for my mum because it was the plant I dug out of our garden when I was seven years and trying to bring a smile to her face.
And finally on my pulse point is pink rose–the only tattoo with colour–because I needed a reminder that Allison will always be with me. Even when I move forward.
