50. willow
CHAPTER 50
WILLOW
RUINED ME
At first, I didn’t know where I was when I woke up, or why my thoughts were all over the place. I couldn’t pick them out to examine them. I processed things piece by piece.
It was still dark.
I was at the hotel.
In a room with King.
With a…weighted blanket hanging over me?
My whole body was sensitive to it. Sensitive in a way that didn’t make sense. The more I woke up, bleary beyond belief, the more I recognized how aroused I was.
That wasn’t a weighted blanket.
Oh my god.
Somehow the pillows disappeared. Thrown away or vanished entirely, I had no idea.
Only one fact registered.
King was cuddling me. Completely asleep.
I could feel it in the way his chest rose against my back. But it was his cock that had all of my attention.
Harder than a steel rod and nudged between my thighs. He was pushed up so close to me—so fucking close—he might as well have been inside me.
I struggled to breathe. To think. Because the only destination my thoughts were hurtling towards was him . It was like his body knew it too. His cock throbbed.
"Fuck," I whispered.
This was a million times worse than sleeping in the same bed. It felt like I was hooked up to a vibrator on the lowest, most torturous setting. Every time his cock twitched, I bit back a groan, shivering in response, even with pajamas separating us.
With a peaceful sigh, King shifted even closer, nuzzling me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I couldn’t go back to sleep. Not with his cock practically stroking me. I squeezed my eyes shut and moved my hand towards his, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do.
"King?" I croaked.
My core thrummed like a heartbeat. I was so tense with arousal, it felt like I was going to break into a million pieces, while my body prepared overtime for the nothing that would happen.
" King. "
A low rumble started in his chest, his body moving against mine as he woke up. Not fast enough. It was another slow, tortuous movement, another setting on the living vibrator, and I couldn’t keep back the moan.
"Willow?" he rasped, his voice deliciously sleepy. There was a sharp intake of his breath. " Willow. "
All of my inhibitions were zeroed out. I was so turned on. I just wanted him.
"I’m sorry—shit—I didn’t mean to—" he started to say, abandoning my side of the bed, but I touched his shoulder.
My lower lip wobbled. " Please. "
King hesitated.
"Please, Tattoos?" I used his nickname shamelessly, desperate for anything he would give me. Because I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking badly, it was going to haunt me for the rest of the night. And I knew how much he wanted me too.
"Willow…"
"Please, baby?" I swallowed. "Just tonight?"
King’s hard breathing had all of my attention. If I had enough brain power, I would’ve crossed my fingers.
He wrapped his arm back around me and yanked me up for better access.
Fuck. Yes.
His lips found my neck before he kissed me hard, giving me exactly what I wanted. My fingers knotted in his hair while he worked on pulling off my clothes, throwing them to the floor.
He didn’t touch me, he groped and squeezed me, and I loved every second of it.
"Goddamn, Angel," he rasped.
I panted. "Thank you, thank you, thank you?—"
"I know you’ve been thinking about getting filled up." He palmed my ass and when he smacked it, a shock went through me. "I want to use this pussy for what it’s meant for. Getting fucked and taking my cum." He kissed my neck again. "You’ve been a tease all summer. I’m going to cum inside you for every time you put me through hell."
I tightened my grip on his hair.
Fucking finally .
His words were a velvet whisper. "You better be ready to get fucked every morning, every night. Before class when I have to see you in those skirts that love your ass as much as I do. In the locker room, in my dorm—fuck—I’m shoving you into every empty room and cumming inside you until you know what you’ve done to me. You fucking ruined me, Willow."
I couldn’t want anything more.
"My dirty fucking angel." He bit my shoulder and I cried out.
King shoved down his boxers and his cock prodded between my legs. I could feel his precum, slick against my skin.
My breath caught in my throat.
This is it .
At long last. Sex . I’d get what I’d been whirling towards the entire summer and King was my pick. My only pick. But my muscles tightened until my body locked like a plastic doll.
The flash of pain was coming. I knew it.
No matter how aroused I was, no matter how soaked my thighs were, no matter how King pushed inside of me, that hard pain was coming, and he wouldn’t be able to move beyond the initial resistance. Then…the frustration and the knowledge that I was broken.
Defective.
Something was incurably wrong with me.
I had to clench my jaw to stop shaking.
King’s hand was wrapped around my thigh, but he froze.
"It’s okay," I blurted out, a crack in my voice. "I promise."
He didn’t move.
I couldn’t scare him off now. I tried to think of what to say, but I could barely breathe, much less figure a way out of this. Because King wasn’t like the other boys. I couldn’t kick him out and wash my hands of him. A new type of fear sank into me.
Heartbreak.
If I stopped King now, was that it between us? Was that goodbye?
Tears gathered. I couldn’t hold them back.
Slowly, King lowered my thigh.
"No, no, no," I pleaded. "Please?—"
King engulfed my hand, weaving his fingers through mine. He pulled me back towards him, breathing deep.
"It’s fine, I promise?—"
"You have to give me a minute."
He held me tight for longer than a minute. It felt like eternity, while my heart leaped around my chest, desperate for this to get going, for the pain to already strike so I could deal with it.
"King—"
"Willow. I need to calm down. You have to give me a minute."
We weren’t having sex. I fucked it up. I ruined it. This was all my fault and I’d never get the chance with him. As hard as I tried to push away from King, I didn’t want to watch him leave. Tears broke free. I’d miss him so much, it’d rip out my heart.
"I love your laugh," he said softly.
I glanced up but couldn’t see his face. He had me locked too tight against him.
"I love when you talk about music."
"King—"
"I’m not done."
Still shaking, I clamped my mouth shut.
"I love your voice. Not just when you’re singing but when you’re angry—probably at me—or when you’re talking to Jasmine, and you’re so soft and gentle, or how high-pitched you get when you cum. I love your voice. It’s the sweetest sound in the world."
Slowly, I could feel his muscles relax. He shifted closer, stroking the skin below my breasts.
"How am I supposed to talk to you like you’re everybody else? Like you’re not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?" He kissed the nape of my neck. "Like I’m not fucked up on the inside talking to you?"
A shiver ran down my spine, uncoiling my muscles one after another.
"I love how you smell."
My heart skipped a beat. "It’s body butter."
"I know what it is. When you open it in class, I get hard."
The blush burned and I knew he could feel it.
"It’s a little green tub you keep in the second pouch of your backpack. You bring it out at mics before you take the stage. I’d watch you from my table, waiting for you to pull it out, and I’d get hard again."
His hand inched down, gently lining my stomach before slipping between my legs.
I tensed, counting down until the pain, but King didn’t do anything but run his fingertips along my pussy, dripping wet for him .