Chapter 20 Willow #2
My jaw falls open, my chest heaving as I stare at him.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him shirtless, but it’s been long enough that the sight of it hits me like a physical force.
He’s so fucking gorgeous. They all are, in their own unique ways, but Ransom has always been the most conventionally attractive.
Vic and Malice both have a sort of harsh, terrifying beauty, their entire personas designed to keep people out, but Ransom makes you want to come closer.
He smirks at me, desire and amusement flashing in his eyes. “You keep looking at me like that, pretty girl, and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
I whimper, reaching out to touch him, indulging in all the muscled hardness of his torso and arms as he keeps undressing me. He taps my thighs, and I lift my hips for him so he can pull my shorts and underwear down and toss them away too.
That leaves me naked in my kitchen, which is oddly something I’ve never done before. Not in this new apartment, anyway.
The top of the island is cool under my skin, and Ransom steps back for half a second, letting his eyes devour me.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
Then he’s on me again, kissing my shoulders, my collarbones, my neck.
His hands roam up my thighs, spreading them wider before sliding up over my hips and to my chest again.
He dips his head and takes one nipple into his mouth, and I gasp at the sensation, arching my back to offer more of my chest to him.
It feels amazing, heat growing inside me like a wildfire raging out of control. My body doesn’t seem to care that I’ve already come twice tonight, and that that’s more than I usually get. I feel insatiable—starving, even—for everything Ransom can give me.
“Please,” I groan, dragging the nails of one hand down Ransom’s back as he switches to licking and sucking at my other nipple. “Oh fuck, please. I want you. I want more.”
He bites down on the little bud, and I arch forward with a sharp cry.
“Anything you want,” he promises when he lifts his head. “How the fuck could I ever deny you?”
He smooths his hands over my sides again, tipping my upper body back to rest on the island.
In this position, if I twist my neck a little, I can see Victor where he sits, his gaze still locked on us.
His blue eyes are so intent, and it goes straight to my pussy to realize that he’s watching with the same intensity and focus that he gives to his screens when he’s in work mode.
As if there’s nothing that could break his focus and nothing more important than what’s in front of him.
It makes my heart pound faster, and I can’t look away for a second, watching him watch us.
But then Ransom steps away from me, leaving me sprawled out on the kitchen counter alone.
“What… what are you…?”
The fridge door opens and closes as I’m trying to form words, and when I lift my head to look at him, he’s holding a jar of cherries and wearing a wicked grin.
“What do you get when you mix two delicious things together?” he asks, arching his pierced brow.
My mouth is too dry to even try to formulate an answer, and luckily, it seems like Ransom doesn’t need one. He just opens the jar and steps forward until he’s standing right between my spread legs again.
The first dribble of the thick juice is cold on my heated skin, and the temperature difference makes my nipples go even harder than they already were.
Ransom drizzles the sweet cherry juice over my breasts, letting it drip down to my stomach, and he follows the path with his mouth, licking and sucking up every last drop.
He groans against my skin. “Delicious. I could feast on you for hours. I want to lick every goddamned inch of your body.”
I shiver as he dives back in, pouring more juice and cleaning it up.
His tongue is hot and wet, and each pass of it goes straight to my pussy, making it ache and throb with need.
He’s not even licking anywhere near the spot between my legs yet, but it’s like there’s a phantom sensation that makes my clit pulse with every swipe of his tongue against my sensitive skin.
“So greedy already,” he murmurs, his lips moving against my skin. “And I haven’t even gotten to the main course yet.”
I arch against him, and he straightens and plucks a cherry from the jar, holding it up by the stem. At first, I think he’s going to eat it, but then he trails it over my body instead. He drags it down over my collarbones and over the mound of one of my breasts, before sliding it even lower.
It circles my navel, and I hiss out a breath when I realize where he’s headed with it.
My legs spread instinctively, and soon enough, the cool, smooth skin of the fruit is gliding over my clit.
The sensation of it is enough to make me pant with need, and I squirm on the island, needing more.
Ransom drags that cherry down farther and lets the rounded edge of it press into my entrance just a little bit. Just enough that I can feel it. I gasp at that, arching harder, so fucking needy for everything he’s doing.
He growls low in his throat and then pulls the cherry out, dipping his head to lap up the wetness between my legs. I can feel the ball of his piercing against my skin, and I shiver.
“Oh my god,” I groan, my head falling back. “Oh my god.”
“You know,” Ransom muses, his voice a little hoarse. “I’ve never been jealous of a cherry before.”
Before I can say anything in response, he drags the cherry up along my sopping wet entrance to my clit, teasing it in soft circles.
I whimper, because he’s driving me crazy. My whole body is on fire. Ransom’s slow, deliberate teasing is working me to a point of desperation I’ve never felt before, and I’m only seconds away from begging him to fuck me.
He meets my gaze and smirks at me, like he knows the exact track my thoughts have taken. Then he lifts the cherry from between my legs and dangles it over my mouth, letting it brush my lips in a feather light touch.
“Taste,” he instructs, and I lean up to obey.
I bite the cherry off the stem, and the flavor explodes in my mouth—the sweet, tart taste of the fruit itself, mixed with the distinctive tang of my own arousal.
Ransom runs his tongue piercing between his teeth, a lock of his brown hair falling over his forehead as he looks down at me. “So, which is sweeter? Your cream or the cherry?”
I swallow hard, but I don’t have an answer for that. Even if I wanted to think about it, my head is too full of the need to feel him to hold any other thoughts.
My hips buck up, almost on their own, and I sound desperate to my own ears as I blurt out, “Please! More.”
I really am desperate, so I guess it makes sense for me to sound like it. My body aches, the need throbbing almost painfully, deep and impossible to ignore. I want him so much, and I’m past the point of worrying whether this is smart or not. At this point, I don’t even care.
Something in Ransom’s expression shifts, as if he’s pushed himself past the point of holding back.
He shoves his pants down, and his cock springs free like it’s been contained for too long.
It’s thick and hard, flushed at the head and wet at the tip.
The line of piercings along the underside glint in the soft light, and my stomach clenches tightly.
He’s big. Not quite as big as Malice, but still thick and long, and with the piercings adding to it all, I remember how much my body had to stretch to accommodate him.
I want that again.
I want that stretch.
That pinch of pain.
That rush of pleasure.
He fists himself at the base, adjusting his position between my legs and lining his shaft up with my pussy. The thick head presses against my entrance, and then he starts sliding inside, filling me up.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he chokes out.
“You’re big,” I shoot back, trying not to hold my breath as my body reacts to the intrusion.
Even though he’s fucked me before, more than once, it’s been long enough that I feel as tight as I did the first time. I’m so wet that it doesn’t take much for him to be fully seated inside me, but he does have to work at it a bit, going slow and taking his time.
The stretch burns, but in a way that just enhances the whole thing, the slight pain mingling with the overwhelming pleasure. All I can do is gasp at the sensation of his piercings rubbing against my sensitive walls as he works his way in, making me squirm and arch against him.
“There you go,” he murmurs roughly. “Just like that.”
When he’s finally all the way inside me, he doesn’t waste any time.
He draws back, making sure I feel all of him, and then slams back in, setting a pace that already has me seeing stars.
I think both of us have been waiting for this more than we were willing to admit, and it’s clear that Ransom doesn’t intend to wait any longer.
“Goddamn, that’s perfect,” he pants. His fingers grip my hips, pressing in hard enough that I wonder if he’s going to leave bruises behind. “You feel so fucking good, angel. I want to be buried balls deep in you all the fucking time.”
All I can do is whimper and nod, because right now, all I want is his cock. I want it deeper, harder, faster, filling me up and making me forget everything else.
“Vic is still watching, you know,” Ransom breathes, dragging my attention back to the present moment.
He pulls out until just the tip of his thick length is still in me and then pushes back in, taking my breath away when he bottoms out, hitting a spot that makes me nearly scream.
“He hasn’t looked away. I bet he can’t. He’s so caught up in the sight of you.
You look like a fucking goddess right now, impaled on my cock. ”
“Ransom…” I groan, and I don’t know if it’s to tell him to stop or tell him to keep going or what. I guess it doesn’t really matter.
“That’s it,” he pants, and the sound of our skin slapping together rings out in the kitchen. “You’re taking me so fucking well. Touch yourself. Let Vic see how you like it.”