Chapter 17
Willa had planned to lead him to her room.
But the moment they closed the door to the house and stepped securely inside the kitchen, he grabbed her hips, turned her to face him, and pulled her into a kiss so ferocious she thought her knees would give out.
Since last night, a small part of her wondered if it was a one-off.
An isolated, unrepeatable, sexy-as-fuck one-off.
But this kiss was making it quite clear to her that it wasn’t.
His hands felt hot and firm on her hips, and she felt the press of his fingers into her skin, just firm enough that she thought she might swoon from the sheer possessiveness he was displaying. His mouth devoured hers with such ruthlessness that she felt completely consumed by him—like the only thing that existed was Shawn, his delicious lips, his wicked tongue. She clawed her fingers up his six-pack, marveling at the way they moved along the firm ridges of him. Her palms flattened across his chest, feeling the smooth curve of his pecks against her hands.
Suddenly, he leaned down and grabbed the underside of her thighs, bringing her legs to wrap around his waist as he picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him like her life depended on it, trying to get as close to him as she could, soaking up the groan he released when she grinded up against his growing erection. Their bodies were pure heat against each other, and with his shirt off, she could feel his firm muscles rubbing against her front.
He dropped her and she yelped before realizing he’d set her on the bed. Willa had been so caught up in the kiss that she hadn’t noticed he carried her to her room.
Shawn climbed over her, kneeing her legs apart as he came to the center of her.
“Take your bra off,” he growled.
She pulled her bra over her head, then shivered as she looked at Shawn. His eyes were rapt, ravenous. He didn’t move. His still form hovered over her body as he stared at her with such pure lust that she felt both exposed and confident as hell.
“God, you’re perfect, baby,” he whispered reverently, bringing a hand to palm one of her breasts. He gave it a gentle squeeze, then rubbed a thumb over her already perked nipple. “Been thinking about these tits for weeks. Wondering what they look like under those little bikinis you wear. Wondering if your skin is freckled under there or not.”
He leaned down til his mouth hovered over the nipple he hadn’t been fondling, pausing just above it until Willa started squirming in anticipation.
He grinned wickedly up at her. “Is there something you want?”
“Please,” she said.
“Use your words, Greene.”
“Suck my fucking tit already, you idiot.”
“Mmm,” he hummed against her nipple, then licked it gently with his tongue. “But you asked me so sweetly last night. Why aren’t you begging now?”
He moved a knee up to her center and she gasped at the pressure he expertly put on her clit before enclosing her nipple in his mouth, sucking and grazing his teeth so delicately that she began to tremble.
“Shawn,” she gasped as he kissed up to her neck, tugging an earlobe into his mouth before kissing her lips.
“I’m going to take your pants off now,” he said. “That okay?”
She nodded, hungry and feral with anticipation as his fingers gently tugged at her leggings.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he said, stopping briefly before tugging her leggings off.
Willa had forgotten about that minor detail.
“Ran out,” she panted as he tugged the leggings down her thighs, barely touching her, his eyes glued to hers.
“How often do you go commando because you need to do laundry?” his tone was steely, his eyes dark.
She squirmed as his hot breath fell over her thighs, his lips softly trailing kisses up her legs, up, up, up. Realizing where he was headed, she sat up and tried to stop him.
“Shawn, I haven’t showered since yoga this morn?—”
“If you think that’ll stop me from tasting you properly, you’ve got another thing coming.” He locked eye contact with her. “I asked you a question, Greene.”
“I go commando a lot,” she said breathlessly as he pinned her hips to the edge of the bed. “Never wore panties as a ballerina. Carried over to yoga, I guess.”
“I’m always going to be wondering if you’re wearing panties now,” Shawn said as he stared reverently at her pussy. She watched his Adam”s apple bob before he looked back up at her. “I want to make you come on my tongue.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. If you’re okay with it.”
Willa laughed breathlessly. “I’m extremely okay with that.”
She’d barely gotten all the words out of her mouth before he’d parted her folds and pressed his lips against her clit. She gasped as his tongue ran all the way up the center of her before coming back to her clit, sucking it so hard she released a breathy moan.
He grabbed her thighs and tossed them over his shoulders before pulling her closer to him and burying his face between her thighs, his thumbs digging into her hips as he pulled her closer. Willa let out an embarrassingly loud whimper, and he growled his approval against her. She squirmed underneath his attention, but he held her still, lapping his tongue against her in steady rhythms as she felt an orgasm build.
“Shawn,” she panted, shutting her eyes as she felt her climax build. “Fuck, I’ve never finished this quickly before but I’m gonna?—”
Her body shuddered as he thrust two fingers into her and sucked her clit, her thighs tightening over his shoulders as she had a blinding orgasm. Moaning and rolling to her side, she felt his hands run up her legs and tug them back onto the bed.
He tugged his boxer briefs down, and her mouth watered at the sight of his cock, recalling every moment of what it felt like to have him in her mouth last night. She sat up in her sated state and moved toward him, but he stopped her.
“I want to finish inside you,” Shawn said, his eyes flashing with heat and desire. “I need to. Tell me you have a condom.”
Shit.
She’d come up with that rule on the spot. It felt silly in hindsight, but she’d always been extremely cautious when it came to having sex. She didn’t want to have kids, so an accidental pregnancy would have been a nightmare. Even though she was on the pill, she had friends who’d still gotten pregnant on it. Nothing was perfectly effective, and she wasn’t taking any chances.
But the real reason she came up with that rule?
If she was honest with herself, it was one more barrier between them. A layer of separation when they had sex so she could keep her emotions in check.
Like that would help her when he was looking at her like she held the sun and moon in her hands, when he ate her pussy so expertly she came in a few minutes flat, when he took that hazardous metal chair out of the water for her while she was gone.
“Do you have a condom?”Shawn repeated.
He licked his lips, still tasting her on them. She was heavenly. Sucking her off his fingers last night was like an appetizer compared to the meal he just had, and if he wasn’t about to explode, he might do it again.
But now, he needed to sink his cock into her.
He’d only been fantasizing about it every day since she put him in his place in his bait shop weeks ago, and after last night, it was a miracle he’d made it through the morning. Then again, he’d taken care of himself in the shower right after he woke up. Fisted his dick until he came all over his hand at the memory of how her pussy clenched around his fingers.
But still.
He hoped to hell she had a condom. If she didn’t, he’d have to figure out a nonchalant way to go grab one from his place. Which meant he’d have to walk home, hard as a rock, and somehow hide his massive erection from his extremely nosy and intuitive grandmother.
“I think I have one in one of my bags,” Willa said, standing up and heading to the bathroom.
He heard some shuffling around for a moment before she returned with a small square parcel. She was still naked, and he let his eyes wander along the entirety of her body. When he’d gotten her leggings off earlier, he studied every inch of her, trying to memorize her perfect figure.
But he should’ve known he’d never get enough of it. Never get enough of her.
Willa delicately opened and pulled out the condom, then approached him hesitantly. He nodded, and she bit her lip as she rolled the condom over his cock. He couldn’t hold back a groan as her slender fingers held his cock firmly and pulled it down to the base.
Shawn grabbed her face and kissed her lips messily, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, trying to taste every last inch of her. She gasped at the contact, and he swallowed up the sound she made, pushing her back against the bed and laying her down on her back before he nudged against her entrance with his cock.
“Shawn,” she gasped. “Please.”
He pushed it in slightly more, and she wriggled, trying to push her hips up to meet him. He held her down, though. Steady, still. Fuck, she felt so good. He wanted to tease her, wanted to have her begging for every last inch of him. But he also knew if he took this too fast, this would be over before it even started.
Deeper, slowly. Inch by inch, kissing Willa gently on the lips, then sucking her tits as he sunk into her.
“Please,” Willa begged. “Shawn, I need you.”
He groaned as he pushed his last few inches inside her, until he was so deep into her that he could feel the head of his cock against her. She moaned breathily, and it was almost his undoing.
“I’m not gonna last long, baby,” Shawn rasped, his palms flat on either side of her head as he slowly began thrusting into her.
“Fuck me hard, then.”
Shawn didn’t need to be told twice. He reared back and thrust into her as hard as he could, her screams egging him on more. He was taken over by primal need that lived deep inside him, and all he wanted was to come inside her, to keep making her scream his name, to fuck her so hard that she forgot they were nothing more than fuck buddies.
He felt his lower back tingle and let out a sound he didn’t know he was capable of making, knowing he was about to finish.
“Shawn, I’m?—”
She arched underneath him and her pussy clenched around his cock as she finished again, with just enough force to push him over the edge right behind her. It felt like his orgasm went on forever, like it would never end, like maybe time had just frozen in this perfect moment of pleasure. He collapsed on the bed next to her, then tugged her on top of him. She rested her head on his chest as he tried to slow his breathing.
“Wow,” Willa whispered against his chest.
He looked down at her and pushed the red hair out of her face, tracing a thumb over the constellation of freckles on her cheek, marveling at her beauty, at what she did to him.
“What?” he whispered.
She blushed, and he grinned at her as his thumb stilled over that reddened cheek.
“I’ve never…” she bit her lip, then buried her face in his chest. “I’ve never come from just penetration before like that.”
Pride flared through his chest. He tugged at her chin with his forefinger until she looked at him. Then he pulled her closer to him and delicately kissed her lips. He wanted to tell her that if she let him, he’d make her come every day for the rest of her life, morning, noon, and night. That if she just stuck around long enough, he’d be begging her to sit on his face and let him taste her every minute of the day. That if she wanted to come on his cock, all she had to do was ask and he’d comply. That he’d never get tired of the little moans she made underneath him.
But she scared easy. Like a dolphin in the Bay, he knew she’d bolt at the first sign of trouble. And he didn’t want to scare her off. He knew he had to play it cool.
“Seems like you’re having a lot of firsts with me,” he said.
He brushed his thumb along her lips—the lips he couldn’t stop thinking about—and he felt her stiffen slightly under his scrutiny. Knowing he needed to bring this post-coital moment to an end so she wouldn’t think he was trying to turn it into something it wasn’t, he cradled her in his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
“You should pee,” he told her as he set her down.
She smirked at him. “And you should take that condom off, wrap it up in toilet paper like a mummy, and toss it in the trash.”
He laughed. “Okay, sorry for being heavy-handed. I’ll get out of your hair.”
Shawn grabbed a few pieces of toilet paper and stepped out of the bathroom, took care of himself, and got dressed. He vaguely heard the toilet flush and the shower turn on, and he figured that was his cue to leave.
As he left the back door of her house, he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d gotten himself into.