Page 83 of The Sound Of Silence

Willow raises her eyebrows in challenge, but I hold strong, and for a split second her confidence wavers. I’ve come to realize that Willow’s true personality sits somewhere between the confident and sassy version she shows me and the always pleasant, caring, shy girl she shows the world.

In this instance, I expect her to stand up and walk away, but instead, her face softens and she tentatively reaches out, wrapping her delicate hand around my girth.Fuck. Fuck.

I hiss and suck in a breath, ready, but my body doesn’t react the way it normally would. I don’t flinch away. I don’t shiver. Because instead of making my skin crawl, her touch feels like heaven.

She pumps me a few times, and when I shockingly let it happen, she peers up at me through her lashes, the sight making my cock twitch beneath her fingers.

I’ve never seen anything more perfect.

“Tell me to stop,” she whispers before her tongue sneaks out, slowly running across my tip.

A guttural groan rips from within me, and my body tenses, but I still don’t say a word. I can’t speak.

I should do as she says and tell her to stop, but right now, the words won’t come.

“Okay.” Willow nods, taking my silence as permission, gliding her tongue over me once more.

“Just.” Lick. “Tell me.” Lick. “If.” She sucks me into her mouth and I almost see stars until she releases me again. “I’m doing it right.”

“What?”Goddammit, she hasn’t done this before.I pull back as the word leaves my mouth, but she grabs my ass to hold me in place.

“Willow.”

I still can’t bring myself to say the word stop even though I absolutely should, but my mind is now stuck on the fact that no one else has ever moved through her lips. I’m the first to feel the vibrations of her moans, to fill her mouth. And she’s the first one I’ve ever allowed to touch me like this. It feels like some kind of poetic shit, and I shouldn’t be happy about that.

Squeezing my ass harder, she sucks me farther down her throat while I try to hold back. A task I’m finding impossible considering this is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt, and I’m losing my goddamn mind.

Losingmyself. To her.

But when she pulls off me for a second, readjusting her position on the floor, reality hits me with full force.

I can’t let her do this.

Sinking my hands into her hair, I pull tightly on the strands until she’s forced to look up at me, then stare into her eyes, my face void of emotion.

My plan was to be intimidating. To scare her off. But the look on her face is my undoing. Especially when she ignores me completely and wraps her lips around my length, sucking me deeper.

“God, Willow, we can’t. You don’t understand… Ah, fuck.”

Her teeth lightly graze my shaft and I jolt forward, desperate for release. My jaw clenches as I tense, trying to clear my head, trying to think of something else. But when she continues her pursuit to end me, I lose the battle.

With her hands splayed around my thighs, she takes me deeper, making me grunt in agony. And when my tip hits the back of her throat, my body spasms as she cries out with watery eyes, the vibrations from her voice sending me over the edge.

“Youneedto get off. Fuck, Willow.Pull off.”

She sucks harder and her nails bite into my skin, the combination of pleasure and pain too much to handle. I curse at the top of my lungs, groaning her name while exploding inside her, watching as she drinks every last drop.

When she’s done, she stands up and wraps a towel around herself, her eyes locked on the floor, while I quickly redress.

I don’t know if it’s because she’s pissed or embarrassed, but I need to comfort her.

Lifting her chin, I wait until she’s looking at me before I speak. “Willow, I—”

A loud crash echoes through the house, cutting me off, and Willow jumps, opening her mouth to undoubtedly scream. Pushing her into the wall, I cover her lips with my hands, my eyes pleading with her to be quiet. Waiting and hoping to hear Pippa’s voice. Knowing she always announces herself.

Willow takes a deep breath and nods in understanding, but her body shivers against mine.

The house falls silent, and my concern grows as we stand pressed together. The warmth of her breath coats my skin, and it’s strangely comforting, knowing she’s in here with me. That she’s safe.

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