Chapter 15
Willa felt Shawn trailing close behind her as she sought out Amanda and Layla. They eyed her curiously as she approached. Amanda was buzzing with anticipation, no doubt wanting the scoop on what exactly just went down on the dance floor.
And Willa wished she knew.
Nobody had ever talked to her like that—the way Shawn did. It made every guy before him look like a poor excuse for a dirty talker.
And God, she was soaked. She needed him. Desperately. Didn’t know how she’d make it the entire drive home before pouncing on him again, losing herself in the sensation of his calloused fingers running along her delicate skin.
“Please, for the love of God, tell me that is your hot neighbor,” Amanda demanded.
Willa grinned and bit her lip, then turned around. Shawn quirked a brow at her, clearly having heard Amanda’s question.
“That’s him,” Willa said. “And we’re leaving.”
Both of her friends were studying Shawn. Layla looked at him with curiosity, like a puzzle she wanted to solve. Amanda, on the other hand, was caught between looking amused by his sudden appearance and like she’d devour him if given the chance.
Willa understood the feeling. Her knees still felt weak from kissing him, and she was counting the seconds until she could do it again.
Amanda smirked, then leaned in to whisper, “I want all the details tomorrow.”
Willa rolled her eyes, then turned to Shawn, grabbed his hand, and headed out the way she came in. Once they got outside, he guided her wordlessly to where he’d parked his car. He lifted her into the passenger seat, his hands lingering on the curve of her hip. His thumb traced her lip reverently before rounding the car and climbing into the driver’s seat.
He put the keys in the ignition and looked over at her. Bit his lip. Dropped his eyes to her mouth. Then her tits.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She crawled across the bench seat, straddled him, and pressed her lips against his. Fuck, it felt so good. His hands rested on her ass, roughly pulling her into him. She moaned as he tugged her closer, and he kissed her harder, tugging her tongue into his mouth, nipping at her lips, using a hand to pull her mouth deeper into his.
God, she’d never been so turned on in her life.
It was like the last several weeks with Shawn had been nonstop foreplay, and she was finally getting what she wanted.
Needed.
Every inch of her body was hot with desire, and she grinded on his erection, coaxing a moan from him.
“Fuck, Willa,” he said, pushing his hands up her thighs and tugging at her panties. “How much have you had to drink?”
“I’m buzzed,” she replied breathlessly, kissing along his jaw. “Not drunk. You’re not taking advantage.”
“How many drinks?” he asked again, his fingers halting.
“One marg at dinner, one bushwhacker at the club.”
When he still didn’t move, Willa sat back and grabbed his face in her hands, forcing him to make eye contact with her.
“Are you going to make me beg for your dick, Shawn?” she asked. “I’ve never done it before, but I might if you keep holding out on me.”
“I’m not fucking you right now.”
“But I told you, I’m not drun?—”
“I’m not fucking you in this car, in a busy parking lot, Greene,” Shawn said, his voice rough and steely. “The first time I sink inside you, the first time you take my cock, it will not be where I have no space to spread you out and see you. And it certainly won’t be where others could see us. See you.”
Willa stopped breathing for a moment, caught up in the vigor and passion of his words. Then she looked around the parking lot. There were a few people, several cars away, but nobody near them. It wasn’t crowded. Most people probably wouldn’t leave for at least another hour.
“There’s barely anyone here, Shawn. Please.”
“Willa,” he said, an edge to his voice.
“Shawn, my fucking vibrator won’t cut it anymore. I swear to God, all I can think about is you making me come, and if you don’t do it in the next minute, I think I might pass out.”
His eyes darkened.
“What do you think about when you use your vibrator, Greene?”
Willa bit her lip.
She’d said too much.
Stupid alcohol.
“Henry Cavill,” she said, and he smirked. “Idris Elba. Harry Styles.”
“Liar.”
“Don’t make me say it.”
He stared at her expectantly.
“You,” she whispered. “I think about you and your rock hard abs and your stupid jawline and the way it felt when you freaking fireman carried me out of the water the other day and?—”
He cut her off with a kiss.
His mouth captured hers with such intensity she thought she’d elevated to another plane. She ran her fingers down through his hair, along his neck, to his arms. She gripped the muscles she’d been obsessing over since she met him, letting her fingers explore the ridges of his biceps and triceps.
Then he ripped her panties off.
She gasped, and he claimed the sound with his mouth.
“You want to come,” he whispered against her lips, rubbing his thumb along her bead of nerves. “I’ll make you come.”
She whimpered, and he growled in satisfaction at the sound.
“How long have you been this wet?” Shawn said. “Since I started dancing with you back there? Since I grabbed your hips and pulled that perfect ass into me? Since you kissed me on that dance floor?”
Too much.
The feeling of him—after all this time, after fantasizing about him—it was too much. His fingers, the ones he used to tend to her wounds just a couple days prior, felt so good against her sex.
“Or did you get wet for that other asshole?” he asked, pressing his thumb harder against her clit.
“Shawn,” she gasped.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“We both know he couldn’t touch you like I can,” Shawn said. “Isn’t that right, Greene?”
She bit her lip and nodded as he nipped her ear, kissed her cheek, claimed her mouth—all while continuing to circle her clit with his thumb.
“Do you like this, baby?” he asked, and she nodded, groaning. “Like the way you make me bend to your will? Like the way you make me lose my goddamn mind? God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Your pussy feels so good, baby. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
Willa was delirious with pleasure. Then he pressed two fingers into her core, hitting her so perfectly that she cried out.
“Shawn, please.”
“That’s right, baby. Say my name. Remember who makes you come.”
He continued to rub her clit while massaging her G-spot, his fingers falling into a steady rhythm as he kissed her, sucking and licking her lips. She couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much. Whimpering, she buried her face in his neck as he continued fingering her, a climax steadily building within her.
“Lost my mind when I saw that other guy kiss you. Fuck, I want those lips to myself. Want this pussy to myself. Feels so warm and wet, baby.”
“I’m going to come,” Willa breathed against his neck. “Shawn, please.”
He grabbed her face with his free hand and kissed her, thrusting his fingers deeper into her as she clenched around them, her moan as she finished muffled against his lips. Pleasure coursed through her, so intense that she started trembling, making sounds she didn’t know she was capable of. He pushed her over the edge, and she threw her head back, riding out the waves of bliss.
Then he pulled his fingers out from inside her, and locking eye contact with her, he brought them to his lips and sucked the remnants of her off of them. Grinning wolfishly, he kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own arousal on his lips.
“Shawn,” she whispered. “Fuck.”
“That’s the idea,” he smirked, leaning his forehead against hers. “Let me take you home now, Willa. Please.”
She kissed him softly on the mouth, then settled into the passenger seat and clicked her seatbelt in as he started moving. Still reeling from the heady sensation of how he made her come, Willa took a deep breath and turned to look at him when the car stopped at a red light. Her eyes dipped lower, and she noticed his erection was still bulging out of his jeans.
Reaching over to him, she started to unzip his pants when he grabbed her wrist.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I want to make you feel good.”
“You don’t have to. We’ll be home soon enough anyway.”
“No, we won’t. It’s, like, 45 minutes away.”
She finished unzipping him, his hand looser around her wrist now. She gulped at the size of him. Even through his boxer briefs, he was breathtaking.
“I want to,” she whispered. “That’s got to be painful. Let me make it better.”
He released her wrist, and their eyes met for a brief moment before he gave her a curt nod. She tugged his boxer briefs down and gripped the base of his cock with her hand, flicking a thumb over the head of it.
“Fuck, Willa,” he said, his jaw ticking.
She salivated at the sight of him, at the sound of him so turned on, at how his body reacted so strongly to hers. Then, she leaned forward.
“What are you do—ooooohhhh, fuck,” Shawn said as Willa bent over and clasped her lips around his cock, taking him as deep as she could.
Willa had never enjoyed giving men head that much before.
She did it occasionally, if she was feeling particularly generous or excited. But it had never felt so good for her, so innately hot. God, she’d never even had semi-public sex before. All of her other sexual encounters had happened behind the safety of closed doors. Preferably, in her apartment. In her bed.
Never in a car. Never in a parking lot. And definitely not in the middle of the busiest highway in South Alabama.
She could barely think past her lust-dazed state, so caught up in post-orgasmic bliss. All she could think about was sucking his cock so he would feel as good as she felt. And fuck if she wasn’t having fun in the process, savoring his taste, the way his body trembled as she licked every last inch of him.
She sucked him deep, and he groaned.
Willa felt pure, unadulterated lust and power—to make this man putty in her hands, to make him want her so badly, to hear his breathless reactions to her mouth.
“Willa,” he panted, bringing a hand down to rest in her hair, his thumb gently caressing her neck.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see reflections of headlights and traffic lights outside the car. His knees shifted slightly as he switched between the gas and the brake, continuing to drive them home. She felt his cock swell inside her mouth, and she hummed around him.
“Willa, fuck,” Shawn grunted. “I’m about to come. You need to get up.”
But Willa sucked him harder, her tongue swishing around his cock as it swelled even more.
“Dammit, baby, unless you want me spilling down your throat, get the fuck up,” he said.
She giggled around his cock—a delirious, potent feeling overtaking her as she kept sucking at the tempo she’d kept the last few moments.
He roared, his cock pulsing and spewing down her throat. She sucked it in, making sure to swallow everything he gave her, the warm, salty liquid easily falling down her throat. She took one last suck, licking the tip of his cock, then sat up and wiped her mouth.
Shawn beheld her with admiration and barely-sated lust, his thumb coming up to rub her lips. She licked it playfully and he shuddered, bringing his hand back to the steering wheel and eyes back to the road as she situated herself in her seat.
“Well, I’ve never done that before,” she said, leaning against his side, her head resting gently against his shoulder.
“Bullshit.”
“I mean, I’ve given blow jobs before,” she clarified, her voice going soft as exhaustion began to take over. “Never road head, though. And definitely never swallowed before.”
“Could’ve fooled me. That was the best fucking blow job of my life.”
Willa chuckled sleepily, her stomach fluttering at his praise.
“I’m glad you came tonight,” Willa confessed, pliant and open after everything they’d shared tonight.
She yawned, and her eyes blinked shut. As she drifted off, she thought she heard him mutter, “Lord help me.”
As Shawn pulledhis truck into their neighborhood, he glanced down at Willa’s head, still resting against his shoulder as she slept. She’d been that way since moments after she sucked him off so well that he thought he might wreck the car because he was seeing stars after the way she finished him.
He’d never felt so satisfied after a sexual encounter, which blew his mind because he hadn’t even properly fucked her yet. But God, the way she came on his fingers, the way her pussy felt as it clenched around him, the way she screamed as he gave her pleasure—he’d never forget it.
God, help him. He didn’t even want to try.
And then she unflinchingly swallowed everything as he spewed into her mouth. Seeing her swollen lips after she finished him off was easily the sexiest, most erotic thing of his life. And now she slept on his shoulder, so sweetly, so peacefully.
Even though she said she just wanted sex.
Even though he said he wanted more.
They’d have to talk about this tomorrow. What it meant, where to go from here. But for now, he was trying to enjoy this quiet moment, where he could watch her sleep. There were more layers to Willa than he thought, and he wanted to peel back each of them, learn everything he could about her. Her red hair hung loosely over her shoulders, cascading over the deep cut of her dress that made her tits look so delectable he thought he’d sprout an erection again on the spot.
He pulled into her driveway and turned off the car. She didn’t move at all, her breath falling heavy with signs of deep sleep. Gently, he leaned over and unbuckled her, then himself. He opened the car door, then pulled her out and gently cradled her in his arms. She stirred slightly, her eyes blinking slowly.
“You can stay asleep, Greene,” he whispered. “I’ll bring you inside. Just tell me where the keys are.”
“Back door’s unlocked,” she murmured sleepily, turning her face into his chest and sighing happily.
If she kept doing things like that, his heart might just splinter into a million pieces. Her scent was stronger now—something sweet and calming, some smell he couldn’t recognize but wanted to bottle up and keep forever.
He walked around to the back door and let himself in, then paused, unsure where her room was. He’d vaguely known her grandparents, but had only moved in with Grams recently, so he’d only ever spent time at the house with Willa. And now, he realized he’d never been past the kitchen.
“First door past living room,” she yawned softly into his chest, as if his pause made her realize that he probably had no clue where to go from here.
He started heading in that direction and into her bedroom. It had a four-poster bed and a soft, white comforter. Family pictures were scattered across the wall, and he noticed a few touches Willa must’ve put on the place. A salt rock lamp. What looked like incense on the dresser. A stack of books on the bedside table. Some of her clothes piled in an armchair in the corner.
He walked to the side of the bed that looked like she frequented most and set her in it. He tugged her shoes off and set them on the floor by the bed, then pulled a spare blanket over her. Eyes still closed, she rolled to her side and released a contented sigh.
He needed to leave. He knew he needed to leave. But he couldn’t stop staring at her, at the way her hair formed a halo around her head, the way her lips almost puckered in sleep, the way her nose scrunched every moment or two as if she were having some sort of dream. He kissed her softly on the forehead.
“Goodnight, Willa,” he murmured against her forehead.
Then he turned around and left, stealing a final glance at her sleeping figure when he got to the doorway before heading home.