Against the Rules (Even The Score #4)

88. willow

CHAPTER 88

WILLOW

A LITTLE EXTRA CARE

The flash of pain rippled through my body, and I stared at the other side of my bed, hands shaking.

No. Fuck. No.

I tried to swallow but I couldn’t and no matter how hard I tried to keep the tears away, they slipped down my face, hard evidence of what happened.

"I don’t understand," I whispered. "It’s supposed to work."

"Willow, It’s okay?—"

"I don’t—I don’t understand, I’ve never felt closer to you, I’ve never loved you more, why is this a problem?" I hurried to brush the tears away. "I’m sorry?—"

"We don’t have to have sex."

"It’s not just sex." I tried to make him understand. My words tumbled out, jumbled and twisted together. "Sex isn’t just sex for me, it’s a connection. I want to give you that, I want to give you that love, show how much you mean to me. It’s not like that for everybody, but it’s like that for me, and I can’t do that because my body doesn’t work right—I’m so sorry?—"

All of the appointments, all of the stretches, all of the waiting, none of it mattered.

"I thought it was getting better, but my body’s still broken?—"

"Willow? Look at me." He cradled my face. "You’re not broken. There’s nothing wrong with you."

"Yes, there is?—"

"No. There’s not. I love you. I love your body."

"It’d be so much easier if?—"

"You need a little more care and attention than other people. There’s nothing wrong with that," he said, his voice firm. "That’s how I am too, baby."

"No, you’re not?—"

"Yes, I am. I couldn’t have only done a hookup with you. I would’ve been fucking miserable. I need that care and attention too, just in a different way. You see I need that, and you give that to me. That’s why this works so well. We both need something extra, and we give that to each other."

Oh.

That got me.

I wrapped my arms around him while he held me close.

"I’m just like you, Angel. We both need extra care. I’m never going to be upset about that. However I can, I’ll love your body. You know that, right?"

I squeezed him tighter.

"Please, don’t ever do that again. Don’t force yourself into sex if you’re not ready."

I nodded and he kissed my shoulder.

Time passed and I had no idea how long. All I knew was King didn’t move, still comforting me, and I didn’t get up either. The pain was gone and in its place was a bubbling, simmering kind of love that warmed me from the inside out.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put that on you," I whispered. "You’re going through all this other stuff, I didn’t mean to add to it."

"You wanted to make me feel better with sex. I see the effort."

A throaty laugh burst out of me. "You know me."

"Yeah. I do. I’m very, very grateful for that."

It was quiet, the silence was like a velvet blanket. I snuggled closer. "I love you but you’re an idiot for sneaking into your coach’s house."

"Technically, it’s his garage."

"I could’ve driven to you."

"Didn’t want you to drive in the rain."

"You’re so dumb," I whispered. "It’s a good thing you’re so cute."

I kissed down the side of his face, before he turned to me. His hand went to the back of my neck, and he tugged me closer, pulling me into a real kiss.

Only inches away from each other, I touched his face and kissed him again.

And again.

And again.

The kinds of kisses that sent jolts of electricity through my body.

"How are you feeling?" he muttered, kissing me again.

"Really happy I have such a hot boyfriend."

"Pain-wise, on a scale from one to ten…?"

I grinded on his lap to the delicious feeling of him, so hard and pulsing for me, before I kissed him, humming with pleasure. "Whatever number gets you to kiss me more."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Let me love you how your body wants it," he murmured. "Let me give you what you need."

My tongue skirted along his bottom lip, enveloping him into a deeper kiss, and his hands were on me again.

Building me up to where we could both go.

Our kisses turned messier. More tongue, more touching each other, more desperation while he groped my ass.

"I have an idea," he panted.

"Idea?"

"Where’s your phone?"

It took a second for us to find our phones but when we did, he pulled me to the bed, putting me on all fours while he set up pillows in front of me.

"Your body works, Willow. I’m going to prove it to you."

"How?"

"If you’re comfortable, we’re going to video call. You can have my phone, I’ll have yours, we'll make sure there's no screenshots. But I want to show you how much this pussy loves me. You don’t get to see how amazing you take my cock."

I blushed hard.

"Is this okay?"

I nodded. "I trust you."

"You know how we’re going to start?" He started the video call and gently pushed me down to the bed, until all I could focus on was the screen in front of me. With him gazing back at me from the call.

"Hey, Angel," he murmured.

The blush burned. "Hi, Tattoos."

"Are you ready to watch?"

Quickly, I nodded, and he dipped down until he was inches away from my pussy, gazing right at the camera. God, he looked so good. His cut jaw, the dark, intense eyes, his lips, swollen from the kisses, I loved looking at him.

"You’re so beautiful," I whispered.

His knowing smile brought my anticipation up higher than ever before he ran his tongue along my slit. My thighs tensed and he nudged them apart.

"Don’t hide from me."

He kissed me again and got to work, eating me out until I was a mess on the blankets, stunned, watching him as he worked my body over. The shuddering got to me and I pressed my forehead against the blanket?—

King gripped my thigh. "No. Keep watching."

"I—I?—"

"I worship you, baby," he reminded me, his voice husky. "This is how I show devotion."

There was nothing else I was allowed to focus on while he ate me out until I couldn’t stop trembling. He pushed up on his knees behind me and the camera’s view shifted until it was focused on the space us between. Me, so wet. His cock, so fucking hard.

He ran his thumb over my slit, and I shuddered. "You like watching."

I nodded.

"Say it out loud."

"I like watching."

"Watching what?"

I swallowed. "Watching you play with me."

"You have to see why I love this pussy so much." He tapped his cock against my ass. "And this fucking body."

My breath caught in my throat and my whole body thrummed with arousal. I had never been to that level before. I could barely breathe while he went to grab lube from my backpack and dripped it over his cock.

"When I buy our first house, I’m putting up mirrors. You’ll watch me fuck you everywhere, Angel."

King pressed the head of his cock against me.

Slowly, he pushed inside.

"Oh my god," I whined, wracked with shudders again.

"Fuck, you are soaking my cock," he muttered. " Look at this." He eased himself out to show me. "Are we doing this again?"

I nodded, gasping for breath.

"Mm-hmm. I know you like this." He pushed inside me and we groaned together. "What did you say? Back at the hotel?"

"Welcome home," I mumbled.

"Welcome fucking home," he agreed. "Another inch and—fuck, fuck. " His thighs shifted against me as his hips rolled, plunging deeper, taking my self-control with it. I pressed back to meet him, and he stopped me. "Stay still."

"But I want it?—"

"Just watch." He held the phone closer, and I stared as his cock eased out almost all the way, glistening, just to push back in. It was so fucking hot. "Your pussy is sucking me in. Goddamn."

When his hips met mine, I slumped over the covers, dazed beyond belief. King was so thick, he pressed against my walls, so overwhelmingly full .

"I’m going to fuck you now, what do you want to look at?" he grunted, cock throbbing inside me.

"All of you," I breathed out.

"All of me?" He stopped before reaching for one of the pillows, propping up my phone so I could see him behind me, hands on my hips. "How’s this?"

"So good."

"Yeah?" He grinned for the camera. "I love you, Willow. Watch how much I love you when I fuck you."

King started fucking me for real and it was the sexiest sight in the world. Every time his face relaxed when he hit another high, every time he closed his eyes, every time he swore under his breath, fucking me faster, all of it brought my arousal higher and higher.

Fuck I loved seeing his face in the camera. Dewey with sweat, his hair curled over while he came undone behind me, his eyes were dark with lust. Every time they flashed to the camera I was a mess.

"You’re dripping on the bed," he grunted. The only sound was wet skin on wet skin contact, the steady thap, thap, thap of his body against mine, while he fucked me so deep, I couldn’t hope to come up with a response. "Where do you want me to cum?"

I groaned.

" Where, Willow?"

"In—in?—"

"Where?"

"Inside," I cried out, gripping the blanket, fingers curling over the fabric. "Inside, please ?—"

"You want to watch me cum inside you?"

" Yes. "

"I know." Thap, thap, thap. "You’re being so patient."

"I want to cum?—"

He grunted. "I don’t want to leave this pussy yet. And we— fuck —need to go to bed. I can’t stay inside until I get hard again?—"

Tears broke. "I’m going to cum?—"

"Cum with me, Angel."

King looped an arm around my waist and leaned into me, groaning as he fucked me harder. Heat unfurled below my stomach, a blinding fire searing its way through my nerves.

"I’m cumming." I shuddered. "Oh, fuck?—"

King grinded into me with his release, cumming deep inside me. "I love you," he rasped. "I love you so fucking much."

I could barely keep my eyes open. Something like mmmfphhh escaped me.

Exhaustion hit. King was still on top of me, deep inside, and I couldn’t hope to move him. When he kissed my neck, all I could do was pant. My brain walked out for the night. Good riddance.

"Hey, Willow?"

" Mmmfphhh? "

"I know this is a bad idea…"

I barely had enough energy to think but I groaned. "That’s a good way to start a sentence."

"Can I stay the night?"

If I really thought about it, King needed to go. With our luck, someone would wander into my bedroom and find him. At least he could leave now while we knew my mom and Dan were asleep.

But…

I thought about how many times King asked to sneak over and how many nights I spent in his dorm where he talked about how he couldn’t wait until we moved in together because he loved going to bed with me.

"You want to sleep together, don’t you?"

He nodded.

"This is the extra care you need."

He nodded again.

"You can spend the night," I whispered.

King stayed silent as he eased out, and before my moan escaped, he flipped me over so I laid on his chest.

I tried to push up. "I’m leaking cum."

He pulled me back. "I really don’t care."

"We need to get cleaned up?—"

"Two minutes," he muttered. "We’ll take a shower, I’ll wash you up, and we'll climb back in bed, but just two more minutes like this. Two minutes."

My heart softened. "It’s okay. Take all the time you need."

"Don’t promise me that."

"Why not?"

"That’d be forever, Willow."