71. willow
CHAPTER 71
WILLOW
GET ON YOUR KNEES OR LOSE THE CHANCE
Five minutes.
That was all I could spare before the date. Elijah was being pretty low maintenance, the only things I had to commit to were this and the next hockey party. Nothing like the insane schedule King and June used to have.
At King’s dorm, I touched his back, drawing my fingers along his muscles. No one else was in the hallway. I could tease him. But when he opened the door, King glanced back with a look that stopped me.
Pure, crackling energy.
The longer he gazed down at me, the more my heart thumped in my chest, striking up a rhythm for him. His eyes drifted down the outfit until goosebumps prickled my skin.
"King…?" I said softly.
He didn’t say anything.
While I closed the door behind me, he left for his bedroom. Which wasn’t happening. We needed to keep this to a couch make-out session at best.
King returned with his pillow in hand and dropped it to the middle of the living room floor, right in front of him.
"Angel."
The velvet softness of the word, oh my god, it was so intimate.
"You’re wasting your five minutes," I said, like there wasn’t a catch in my breath.
"You look so beautiful."
A flush crept up my neck. "Thank you."
"You always look gorgeous. I’ve never looked at you and thought different."
I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping my hard nipples wouldn’t betray me. "Thank you."
"Do you know what I keep thinking about?"
I shook my head.
"How much I want to shove my cock between those pretty lips of yours. How gorgeous you’d look, swallowing my cum."
Pure shock spread through my system. King was always adamantly against blowjobs. I asked a hundred times. I always wanted to reciprocate but every time I tried, King pushed me away with a new distraction, a new way to touch me, and make me forget how badly I wanted to put him in my mouth and bring him to the same place he so happily brought me.
King unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper.
Holy shit .
"King—" I blurted out, not finishing the sentence.
He breathed out in harsh relief when he ran his hand over his cock, straining in his boxers. My whole body tingled.
"You’re forcing me to be patient," he muttered. "I’m getting better at it, but I knew I needed control to do this. Now I have something else to focus on."
I couldn’t break my eyes away from him, stroking his cock. Only a thin barrier of fabric left.
"I have something you want to know."
I met his eyes again, dazed. "What?"
"I’m keeping something from you. I don’t want to tell you. But I will. After I cum down your throat."
Fuck, he knew how to get me. The temptation was so real. It was hard to remember why I needed to leave his dorm in the first place. My knees were weak. My resolve was weak. What was another five, ten, thirty minutes to Elijah anyway? The idea of watching King as he groaned into his climax was such a turn on, I couldn’t speak.
"You’re wet," he told me. "It’s the same way I know it’s you in the first three seconds of your songs. It’s the same way I know it’s you when I smell your body butter. I know when you’re wet, Willow. I know you’re trying to hide it from me."
"I have to go," I said, ignoring the fact that he was completely right.
He didn’t move.
"June did my makeup."
Nothing.
"We can do this after!" I pleaded. "I’ll skip out on the date early!"
"If you want to suck my cock, you’ll get on your knees or lose the chance."
"That’s not fair ."
He curled two fingers, motioning me over.
Fuck .
I touched the door again, squeezing my eyes shut. My time to leave already passed. King had me. He knew it and I was kidding myself, thinking I’d walk out. With a deep breath, I made my way over and knelt on the pillow, gazing up at him.
The slow breath he released brimmed with pleasure and pure satisfaction. King touched my face, running his thumb along my bottom lip, gently nudging it down.
"Look at me," he whispered when my eyes dropped to his boxers. "You have the most beautiful eyes. Do you know what color they are?"
He’s going to say chocolate.
"Dark whiskey in the bottle," he continued, surprising me. His fingers caressed the side of my face. "There’s nothing flat about your eyes, they’re bottomless, they’re pools. Whiskey in the bottle because you are a drink, Willow Pruitt. You’re a shot, you’re the first taste of liquor after years of good behavior, you’re a fucking craving."
I couldn’t swallow. I couldn’t breathe.
"Now, take out my cock."
My fingers were unsteady as I tugged down the fabric. There it was. Fucking enormous and throbbing for me, so fucking thick. Precum gathered at the tip. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and I stared, transfixed.
"I—I’ve never done this before."
"You’re never going to do this with anyone else."
King pressed the tip of his cock to my lips, pushing himself inside my mouth. I couldn’t help the moan escaping me. God, it was better than I expected. The salty taste of his precum, the jerk of his cock as it finally met where it wanted to go, my pliant mouth. The way King swore under his breath all put fire to my blood.
I thought blowjobs were going to be a chore. I couldn’t be more wrong.
"Fuck, Willow," he hissed between clenched teeth as his hand went to the back of my neck, guiding me. "That’s it. A little more. A little more— fuck. " He took a ragged breath and pushed himself deeper. "That’s my girl. Breathe through your nose."
The deeper he went, the more I struggled to breathe, and the more turned I was. I pressed my thighs together. This was about him, but it was so hard to think about that while his cock throbbed in my mouth.
"Fuck, you drive me crazy," he muttered. "I’d say I’m losing my mind—I already fucking lost it. You took it from me. There we go—oh, shit. "
I whimpered around his cock, and he stiffened, fingers curling around my neck.
"I’m trying so hard not to be jealous. I’m fucking trying." He grunted, pulling back just to push inside me again. "But it’s killing me to hear them talk about how someone else gets to have you." He swore under his breath. "The second we’re public— goddamn —the jealousy’s going away because everyone’s going to know you’re mine. I’m never going to let them forget it."
My hands shook on his thighs. I couldn’t look away from him if I tried.
"I’m going to fuck you now," King rasped. "I can’t have your pussy yet, but I want you to know what you’re in for when I do."
Anticipation thrummed under my skin as I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock before he started thrusting. I couldn’t keep up with him. Not by a long shot. I was left panting and wanting while he drove himself down my throat, fucking me between my lips.
"First time and you’re doing so good," he grunted. "Untie your shirt. I want to see you, Angel."
I nodded eagerly, doing what he asked to an appreciative groan. I unclasped my bra just as quickly and my breasts spilled free, as he built up a rhythm, fucking my mouth with abandon.
Every action was built on how much he wanted me, and it was so hot, my body was numb with pleasure, a live wire of tension while he did what he wanted.
Gazing up at him was the cherry on top.
His dark hair was disheveled over his brow. He was still wearing clothes while I was a mess underneath him. The wild look in his eyes and his clenched jaw meant everything to me.
This was what sex was going to be. I couldn’t wait.
"I’m close," he growled. "I thought I could last, I can’t, Willow."
I wanted him to cum so badly, I pushed even closer.
"I’ll tell you before I finish."
Tell me what?
My eyebrows knitted in confusion, and he grinned a lofty grin that sent my heart racing. "My baby loves sucking my cock so much, she forgot what I promised her."
Right—the secret. What was he keeping from me?
King flashed his hand, inches away from my face.
I didn’t understand. It was hard to, with how aroused I was.
"Look."
I gazed at his ring finger, at the leaves wrapping around his skin. I still didn’t understand.
"Do you see the new tattoo?"
I nodded, breathless, while he fucked my mouth.
"They’re willow leaves."
Wait.
Oh my fucking god.
My eyes flashed to his—the tattoo for me . The one he got…right after our clean break.
My mouth fell open wider and King took advantage of it, shoving himself in.
"Fuck—if you don’t want your pretty makeup ruined, swallow ."
He used me while I was swept away. The tension between us, the feeling of his cock throbbing in my mouth, the shock of the tattoo, the forever mark of me that he etched into his skin. The only thing I could do was swallow, finishing him off.
When he pulled out, I was still gasping, long after I could breathe.
"You—you got a tattoo for me?—"
"I worship you, Angel. This is how I show devotion."
My face burned as he tilted my head back.
"I’m yours," he promised. "Not this hockey player, not any of my teammates, not any of the guys who drool after you on campus." He touched my lips, no doubt swollen from the blowjob. "I was stupid as fuck to try and stay away from you. I’m yours . You’re mine ."
My fingers shook as I struggled to breathe, to get some kind of normalcy while King left for the bedroom.
He got a tattoo for me.
Oh my god .
Mind whirling, I tried to push myself up.
I couldn’t.
My knees were asleep. The lower half of my body was numb. Nothing would cooperate. I couldn’t move.
"King?" My voice was a twisted mess of emotion. "I can’t get up."
He set a few pillows behind me and kneeled down a little. "Does my angel need help?"
"Y—yes."
"Yes, what? Use your nickname for me."
I swallowed. "Yes, Tattoos."
"Tell me you want me."
My heart pounded. The look of pure sex in his eyes…oh, god. I couldn’t look away from him. "I want you."
"Tell me you need me," he said softly.
"I—I need you."
King slid to his knees, lording over me, forcing me to look up at him. "Beg for it."
"Please," I breathed out. "I need you, I want you, please ?—"
King reached out his hand, pressing three fingers to the middle of my chest. With a smug smile, he pushed me and I toppled backwards.
I hit the pillows and his hands were on me before I recognized anything else, yanking down my pants until his hair brushed against my bare thighs and he started eating me out with a moan deep in his throat.
"Oh my god," burst out of me. " King! "
He slid my thighs over his shoulders. "Don’t worry. I’ll always take care of my angel."
"King—King, fuck ?—"
"You’ll have to use the safeword to stop me."
I knotted my fingers in his hair, yanking him closer, bucking my hips against his tongue. That enormous tongue of his, eagerly working its magic while I barely held on to my sanity.
His hand fumbled for something on the floor, and I didn’t know what the hell he was looking for until he held it in front of my face without stopping.
My phone .
He bit my thigh, and I cried out, fingers shaking in his hair. King’s throaty laugh vibrated against me. "Tell him you’re going to be late. I’m fucking starving."