8. king
CHAPTER 8
KING
HIGH-VALUE TARGET
I could’ve told her I wanted to wait until we met up, but I had another two hours until a team meeting. For those two hours, I’d be thinking about this. I didn’t want to regret losing the nerve.
"Okay." I brought my nightstand over, setting up the phone. Before I could stop myself, I pulled my hoodie over my head.
"God, your arms are huge. "
"Have you ever had a guy pick you up?"
"No."
"You will."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I can carry you around campus if you want." A nervous laugh slipped out of me. "I’m not like this during sex."
"Like what?"
"Jittery. Sex I'm fine with, I—uh…"
She slipped off her tank top.
All my words stuttered to a stop.
Willow had a sexy green bra that comfortably held her breasts and they were more than a handful. They glistened in the sun from the window, like the strawberries. Hell, I would’ve traded anything for a taste of those instead.
"Tattoos, you’re supposed to take off your shirt too."
It was easier to shrug off than the hoodie. I was too busy to look up at the little box in the corner, to see the indents and scars on my body. I put all my attention on her. The swell of her breasts and how soft she looked.
Willow was so pretty. No better description.
"I’ve never given a blowjob before," she murmured.
She stole my concentration back.
"I had guys who wanted blowjobs and I said no. I wasn’t into them like that so why would I give out participation trophies? But Tattoos, I am really into you. I want to blow you."
My cock bulged against my shorts, throbbing uncomfortably.
"Is that just something you’re saying to get me off?" I asked.
"No—"
"Because it’s working."
A sly smile crossed her lips, making my balls ache. I wanted her so bad, it was hard to think about anything else.
"Pants next?" she suggested.
"Your bra isn’t coming off?"
"Do you want it to come off?"
"Yes."
"That makes it a high-value target," she teased. "Tell you what, we’ll get rid of the pants and then I have questions. Answers get you a piece of clothing."
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I pushed down my shorts and the only thing that stopped me was Willow’s startled intake.
I saw what she was looking at.
I chuckled, grabbing the elastic of my boxers. My cock was hard, waiting for the chance to sink into Willow, precum slick against the fabric.
"Are you really that surprised?" I asked.
"No, you’re just—um—big."
I grinned, wrapping my hand around my shaft through my boxers. Willow’s slow draw of breath made me grin wider. Blood pounded in my ears. Fuck, she was hot.
She bit her lip. "What’s the last thing you jerked off to?"
"You," I answered without hesitation.
"Me?"
"The selfie you sent."
I ran my tongue over my teeth, picturing it. Willow wasn’t a morning person, so my good morning texts were sent hours before she got up. Today, I managed to get her good morning picture when I grabbed my gym bag from my dorm. Her in that oversized sweatshirt, her big, brown eyes, the sleepy smile…
It took me two minutes and a pump of lotion to reply.
"That was just my face," she said incredulously.
"Have you seen your face?"
With a smile, Willow reached for the back of her bra. Even though she sent me pictures of her tits before, seeing them was like the first time, every time. Her breasts spilled free, and I breathed out all the air in my body.
Complete stripper tits. The kind made for bouncing.
She took a deep breath. "Are you a?—?"
"Isn’t it my turn for a question?"
Surprise crossed her face. She nodded.
"If I bought you something, would you wear it?"
"Like what?"
"A bra. A thong." My eyes trailed over her body. "Can you wear them when we meet up again?"
"I can do that."
"You’d wear them for me?"
"Mm-hmm." She nodded and I could hear her breath catch in her throat. "Breasts or ass?"
"Turn around."
Willow threw another smile, bashful, before she shifted on the bed. Christ, her ass . The only thing that covered it was a pair of green panties. I drank in her waist, her thighs, her hips with no remorse.
"Goddamn, I’m going to worship your body." I pushed down my boxers and finally took my cock in my hand. "Take off your panties."
"You didn’t answer my?—"
"Take off your panties and I’ll answer." I pumped my cock while Willow slipped them off. "There we go. Fuck. Look at you. From the back, I’m an ass man. From the front, tits all the way. I would do some stupid shit to get those in my mouth."
Willow faced the camera again, completely naked.
"I want more of this," I muttered. "What do you need from me?"
"Jerking off videos." She laid back on the bed, a hand between her legs. "With the sound on."
"Done."
"No face in them," she warned, breathless. "You need to be careful no one spreads your photos around."
"I trust you."
"Except you don’t know me," she teased.
That didn’t change the fact I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. Willow was different. She listened to me in a way I never felt before and it made me want to do all of these things for her, to match what she gave me.
I trusted my little angel.
Willow’s lips parted and her fingers worked faster. I could see the way her breathing quickened, she was close.
Fuck, so was I.
Her shoulders shook. "I’m going to cum?—"
"Cum for me, Angel," I panted, getting myself off, watching her.
Willow wasn’t a quiet girl, and I was fucking thankful for that. Her body shook with her orgasm and her mouth fell open, moaning into her release. That look on her face? The stunned, pleased look had my pulse racing. Had me cumming into my fist, blood roaring in my ears.
"Oh my god…" She thumped back, gazing off camera. "I need to take a shower."
"Fuck, I want to clean you up."
She flashed her fingers, covered in her juices, torturing me.
Goddamn .
I grabbed some tissues from the dresser. "How long are you showering?"
"Uh…no idea."
"You’re calling after, right?" I tossed the used tissues in the trash. "You’re supposed to tell me about the bridge for the new song."
"Oh. I forgot about that."
"Good thing I didn’t."
Shaking her head, Willow smiled. "You’re going to get sick of me."
"Not going to happen."
"Hm. I’ll give you the details about the new bridge if you tell me about your tattoos."
"My tattoos? Why?"
"Curiosity. I could never, ever get a tattoo and you have so many of them. Didn’t they hurt?"
I nodded.
"Then…why?"
"A couple are for my family but I made money off of the rest. I don’t know. They keep me in check, remind me of where I came from to get here."
"I want to hear about them."
"Yeah?"
"All of them. I like learning about you. So are you going to indulge me or what?"
I grinned. "I can do that."
Willow wanted to know about my tattoos. She wanted to know about me. That felt almost as good as the orgasm, and I couldn’t keep the grin off my face while she grabbed her towel.
A single question knocked around in my head before it rushed out. "You don’t have a boyfriend, right?"
I could see her biting back a smile. "No."
"How long would you need to—hypothetically speaking—figure out if a guy has a shot to be your boyfriend?"
"I’d need to see him more than once in real life…"
"More than once, okay. So, like, twenty times? Thirty times? What's the concrete number someone would need to—hypothetically speaking—count down until?"
"Just to see if he has a shot?"
"Uh-huh."
"I think if you’re talking all the time and building up that connection…twice is okay."
"Twice?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Twice," I repeated, unable to wipe away the goofy grin. "Twice. Cool. Okay."
"How hypothetical is this scenario?"
"Not hypothetical at all."
Willow burst into laughter. "Okay, wow. I have to get in the shower before my family returns to take all the hot water…"
"Call me when you’re done, I’ll be here," I said, and she agreed before the video ended.
Just as quick, a message popped up.
Adam russell
did anyone get the vanysh notification to congratulate king on his longest video call ever ???
hes fucking on the phone our boys grown up
Piper fontaine
Congratulations!
Kassie ragar
congrats king!!!
June basil
omg congrats
Zariah contractor
were supposed to congratulate him for being a slut?
Ryan cross
I DONT HAVE VANYSH THEY LOCKED MY ACCOUNT
I snorted into laughter and laid back on the bed, the phone warm on my chest. When I locked it down with Willow, I’d introduce her to everybody.
She’d fit right in. I just knew it.