52. willow

CHAPTER 52

WILLOW

ICE

The moment he was gone, reality sank in. King and I had sex. Not penis-in-vagina sex, but the kind of sex I could do. I let the cold water wash over me as the question bubbled up.

Where do we go from here?

There was no way we were doing that and retreating to no sex.

I quickly fixed my braids, trying to slow down the nervousness that clung to me, and left the shower in nothing but a towel, all to find King, relaxed against the wall, a cup in his hand, slowly sucking on something.

A flush crept up my neck. "Hi."

He nodded, watching me.

"I—um—what is that?"

"Ice."

"Oh." I swallowed. "We need to talk."

"You’re right. We do." He picked another ice cube out of the cup and popped it in his mouth. "But we have fifty-six minutes before my alarm goes off and I want to see how many times I can make you cum."

I stared. "What?"

"Take off your towel."

"But—"

"Take off your towel, Willow."

"We’re—we’re not going to talk?"

"You’re going to scream my name first."

My heart thudded in my chest. I knew that he knew I was wet for him.

Slowly, I pulled away the towel and King hummed in appreciation, a low and throaty noise that raised goosebumps all over my body, his eyes dipping lower and lower.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "Get on the bed on all fours. Face the wall."

I glanced at the bed, ears ringing.

"Get on the bed, Willow," he repeated. "On all fours."

Talking would have to wait, my body was a live wire. New pinpricks of sensation spread across me every time I saw that wolfish look in his gaze.

I made my way to the bed.

There was no going back from this.

Breathing deeply, I got on all fours and gazed at the pillows, heart beating so fast, hyperventilation was right around the corner. I could hear King’s footsteps behind me. He ran his hand from my thigh to my ass.

A whimper escaped me as he pushed me down, arching my ass in the air.

"There we go," he breathed out.

His thumb ran along my slit, and I squeezed my eyes shut. " Fuck ."

"You’re soaked," he murmured around the ice cube in his mouth. I could hear him suck his finger. When he rubbed again, his thumb was cold. I pulled away from him and he wrapped his hand around my hip, bringing me back. "Where are you going?"

My ears burned.

"Don’t run away from me." He pressed his tongue along my pussy in one long lick to taste me. His tongue was so fucking cold, the sound that burst out of me wasn’t human. I lurched forward again, but he was too strong. "What did I just say? Don’t. Move."

"It’s cold," I whined.

"Good."

He settled on the bed and resumed lapping at my pussy. Every time he touched me, I had to grip the bed, shaking. It was too much. I couldn’t do it. But the more he gave, the more my nerves responded, until the overwhelming sensation was all I could cling to.

I heard him reach for the cup and he pressed a kiss before the ice made contact.

" Fuck, " I blurted out.

King never let me budge, still eating me out from the back. I thought we were taking it slow, that I could build up to it. Not at all.

It was pain and it wasn’t, it was pleasure and it was so much more than that. All it really narrowed down to was King. Pushing and shoving my psyche towards a high I'd never known.

"I’m going to cum—" I gasped.

But he pulled back .

" No! "

"Willow, do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes, fuck— please ?—"

"I thought you couldn’t cum again?"

My mouth fell open. "King, no, no, no, I’m so close?—"

"If I’m fucking someone, I’ll just fuck someone. If I’m doing all of this, I want it to be for my girlfriend. You. "

My eyes shot wide. I tried to sit up, but King put a hand on my back, forcing me to stay put. "Wait. King?—"

"Do you want to cum?"

"We’ll talk?—"

"How badly do you want to cum?"

My words ended when he blew cool air against my pussy. A deep, guttural groan burst out and the only thing keeping me from collapsing was him, propping me up.

"You—you did this on purpose?—"

"Yeah. Why do you think I went for ice when I could’ve taken a shower with you?"

Achingly slowly, he drew his tongue like he was signing away my soul and I cursed into the blankets, squeezing them with clenched fists.

"Do you want to cum or not, Willow? You know what I want."

He had me. We both knew it.

"I want to cum," I whimpered.

"You’re my girlfriend."

My heart thudded in my chest. "I’m your girlfriend."

"You’re going to wear my jersey."

"I—"

"You’re going to stay nights in my dorm."

"King—"

"You thought it was so funny getting compared to an NFL wife. I’m going to make you one . I'm going to make you mine ."

His tongue completely silenced my next words and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Sweet Jesus, yes . That was exactly what I needed. I went back to gripping the blankets while he ate me out, pushing and shoving me to another orgasm I didn’t think I could reach.

The orgasm tore out of me, but King didn’t stop. He picked up the pace, groaning into my pussy, licking with every pulse that hit me.

"Holy fuck," I choked out.

I toppled to the side but that didn’t stop anything. King dragged me back, pushing my legs apart. I glanced down in shock to see him locking his hands over my thighs, face buried between them, meeting my orgasm head-on.

I grabbed him, barely able to do that. " King ."

He emerged and rested his face against my thigh, everything below his lips, wet . His fingers dug into my skin before he pressed a kiss to my thigh, his eyes on me.

"King," I said weakly. "I can’t keep going."

"Do you want a couple of minutes?"

"A couple? "

A wolfish grin played on his lips. "Willow, we’re just getting started."

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