Page 45 of The Lawyer
I turn, move, and I’m kissing her before she’s had a chance to take her next breath. Clothes get strewn around, and I’m pressing her to the side wall and rubbing my aching cock against her as soon as I can. Everything’s so fucking real about her. Not a fantasy, not something I can’t get my hands on. She’s real and here and warm in my hands.
I end up lifting her and taking her back into the apartment, legs striding us up the stairs to the bedroom where I can fuck in comfort for once. She’s still kissing me the entire way, soft lips languid on mine now rather than the frantic and wild we usually are. I put her down the second we get in the room, ratcheting my belt so I can get naked.
“Take it all off,” I mutter, watching as she stands alone in my space. “And pull the hair down.”
I want that—want to somehow merge the two of them together so I can find some solace in my wayward thoughts. “Touch yourself for me.”
“Naughty,” she says demurely.
The rest of my clothes get stripped from my skin. “You have no idea just how fucking filthy I can be, Willow.” I sit and hitch back across the king-size bed, just about ready to let every inch of filth out of me tonight. “You’re about to find out if you’re game.”
The skirt starts slipping down her legs, revealing those legs I’m still lusting after and a G-string that can only be described as non-existent. Nothing else comes off, though. And nor does her hair fall out of its confines. She does oblige the white shirt, undoing it so I can see her breasts, and she slips them out of the lacy, cream bra until they reveal perfectly pert nipples.
She twists them in her fingers as her body walks towards me, hips swaying. And then takes her time to look me over. My hands clasp behind my head, perfectly confident with what I've got to offer.
“You like?” she says, still playing with her breasts.
My head nods. Words are becoming redundant, especially when she runs her fingers down to her pussy and starts rubbing them all over it. “Get them inside you,” I mutter.
She smiles and walks closer, her other hand joining the first at the apex of her thighs. “You like watching, huh?”
“Yes. Get on with it.”
She chuckles and looks at my crotch, still rubbing her hands over herself. “Join me then. Let me watch you.”
I grab at my cock at her request, as happy with that thought as she seems to be. It isn’t until I watch her sit astride me, mere inches from my cock, that I let a groan sound out in the room. So fucking sexy. Every part of her. She leans back and slides her fingers inside herself, swirling around, at the same time as I start forcing my fingers up and down on my cock. Hard, short thrusts bring me closer with each moan that leaves her lips, and for once, I let the sound resonate around us. No smothering her mouth this time, no stopping or quick fucks either.
She shudders and grabs hold of my thigh, riding through her orgasm. I’m not there yet, and the look of her mouth open and panting sends all kinds of dirty images to my thoughts. “Get down here and suck it.” Her body moves slowly, taunting me, until she’s changed position and puts her ass up in the air. “Fuck, that’s nice,” I say, grabbing hold of her peachy backside.
The first lap of her tongue across the head of me sends me damn near insane with need. My hand moves to her neck, fingers twisting tightly into her hair. The move forces her face sideways, enough so that I can watch as she starts feeding my cock into her mouth, slowly. Another groan leaves me the second she gets to the base of me and starts pulling up again.
It takes all my control not to offload straight away, and I keep my eyes fixed on her arse to stave off the inevitable. It isn’t long before I get the idea about getting inside that too, and the thought has me grabbing her up to me and shifting her onto her knees. She tries turning back to me, tries to keep her face in front of me, but my strength overwhelms her back into position so I can get on with my sordid imagery.
Smothering her back, I listen to her panting and lean into her ear. “Have you ever had someone in your arse?” She shakes her head and keeps panting, still trying to get out from underneath me. “You’re about to.” She shakes her head again and struggles, her body squirming. “Please don’t tell me you’ve turned into a coy one. All this provocation only gets you to one end, Willow. And that’s me doing what I want with you.”
I move slowly down her back, keeping her flat to the bed with my weight, and once again, I have to pin her as she tries to roll. My teeth bite into her arse, enough so that she yelps and stills, and I place the flat of my palm on her back. The shirt rucks up in my grip as I lift and guide my cock towards her.
“Landon? Please. No.” She struggles again and moves, somehow using my strength against me. Her legs grab for me the moment she’s flat on her back, hands reaching for my neck to bring my face to hers. Lips mingle again instantly, but the distraction isn’t enough for me to forget my quest, and I’m manhandling her back to where I want her before she knows what’s hit her.
“Oh God, no,” she shouts, fingers clawing at the bed.
Fine.
Arse in the air again, I line up and sink myself straight inside her pussy instead, balls deep. We’ll wait for that one, then. Another time. I don’t care anymore because the groan that leaves me damn near makes my stomach buckle with it, as she still squirms around my cock. It excites me, as does this little cat and mouse she’s playing for some reason.
Moans sound loudly in the space. It echoes and calls to me, as does the sight of her head shunting against the headboard. I look down at her arse, hands firm on her hips so I can keep fucking as hard and as fast as I want, and that’s when I see it. Everything about me stills in the moment. Every fucking thing that was passing through my thoughts evaporates into nothing but that tattoo shining back at me.
Antlers.
I frown, grip her harder, and then start forging in again. I’m so lost in the vision I can barely work out if it’s real or not. There’s just sweat and skin and noise and her shirt rucked up at her shoulders as I keep driving in hard enough to break her. It doesn’t make any sense.
She’s her?
Fuck.
It doesn’t stop the momentum either way, and I end up powering in with everything I’ve got, eventually flipping her over so I can look at her face and try to see something I’ve missed. There isn’t anything. She’s still the Willow I know, still the same woman I’ve grown to need.
My hips grind on a final forge inward, my muscles tense as I come and watch her pant with me. Wide eyes look back at me, her fingers biting into my shoulder and neck as her lips tremble. Whether she knows I’ve just figured this crap out or not, is unknown. And I’m not ready to discuss it either. I’m not even ready to acknowledge it, let alone talk about how she’s been fucking playing me all along.
