Chapter 20 Willow #3
I swallow hard, but my hand is already moving, sliding down over my chest and stomach to the place where I’m currently burning up.
I can just imagine the sight I make right now, sprawled over the counter while Ransom fucks me, my hand delving between my legs to add to the sensations.
I can feel the place where Ransom and I are joined, and every time he pushes back into me, it sends a jolt of pleasure up through my body.
I bring my fingers into the mix, touching myself the way I like, swirling around my clit with my fingers before rubbing it in slow circles that don’t stay slow for long.
It drives my pleasure higher and higher, and every breath I take comes out on a moan.
I feel half delirious with it, like my head is spinning and I’m burning up, every part of my body focused down to a point, the tension growing and growing.
My fingers fly over my clit, the slick wet sounds adding to the noise of us fucking, and for a second, I feel like I can hear Vic’s labored breathing over the sounds of everything else.
The proof that he’s affected by this.
But my orgasm seizes me before I can listen harder, and I’m shaking and nearly sobbing with the pleasure of it. It rocks me hard and fast, stealing my breath and making my vision blank out for a moment as Ransom keeps fucking into me.
I twist my neck as I ride out the waves of my orgasm, just in time to see Vic stand up. It almost seems like he’s going to come over, and I reach one hand out for him, trying to beckon him closer.
He stays where he is though, not moving any nearer. Just standing there in the middle of the living room, watching.
Ransom drives into me harder, faster, stealing my focus as he fucks me with an almost punishing pace.
It’s enough to surprise another orgasm out of me, and I slap a hand over my mouth in time to keep from screaming as my oversensitive body is wracked with wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure.
My pussy goes tight around the thick weight of Ransom’s cock, and he curses breathlessly before following me right over the edge, coming hard.
“Gonna fill you up. Fuck… fuck!”
I can feel it as he empties himself into me, heat spreading through me and making me shiver. He pumps in and out a few times, growling out unintelligible curses. Then he finally goes still, hands gripping my hips as his chest heaves.
I couldn’t move if I wanted to, so spent from coming so much and so hard. My head is still spinning, and it takes what feels like a long time for my breathing to return to normal and my limbs to stop trembling.
Ransom seems just as spent as I am. He drapes his body over mine, the sweat on our skin mingling as he leans down to kiss me lazily.
There’s not the same level of heat in it as before, just a kiss for the sake of kissing, but it feels good after the intensity of what we just did.
Neither of us seems to be in a hurry to put ourselves back together, but I can feel Ransom’s softened cock slip out of me after a few moments, and finally we separate with one last kiss.
“See? What did I tell you back at the museum? You’re perfect,” Ransom says with a lopsided, charming smile.
My cheeks flush at the compliment, and I roll my eyes at him. “Sweet talker.”
He shrugs. “Truth talker.”
He fetches my clothes from where he tossed them on the floor, then grabs a few paper towels and wets them with warm water before cleaning up the mess between my legs.
After pulling my clothes back on, I slide down from the island.
My legs are still wobbly, and Ransom loops an arm around my waist so I don’t fall on my face.
“You good?” he asks, ducking his head to look at me.
“Yeah.” I nod, flushing a little.
Once I have my feet under me, I turn to look at Victor—but he’s already back in his seat, gaze focused on his computer, almost like nothing happened.
Ransom touches my face, drawing my attention back to him. With his arm still wrapped around me, he kisses me tenderly, caressing my mouth with his own.
“You should get some rest,” he murmurs when we break apart.
Before I can protest, he picks me up and carries me down the hall, quietly opening the door to my bedroom. Malice is still asleep, and Ransom sets me on the bed next to him.
I don’t even question how he knew I’d want to sleep beside his brother, but I’m grateful as hell that he did know and that he brought me in here.
I’m still worried about Malice after everything. I want to make sure that someone stays with him all night in case he needs anything.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Of course, angel.” Ransom smiles. “Thank you for opening the door when we came knocking tonight. You didn’t have to do that, but it means a hell of a lot that you did.”
He kisses me one more time before slipping out of the room, easing the door closed behind him.
Now that I’m lying down in a dark room on a soft bed, it hits me just how tired I really am.
Being at the museum wing opening was already exhausting enough, between having to navigate talking to people, dealing with the Voronin brothers, and handling Misty’s unexpected appearance.
Then it turned into an even longer night, and all of that is taking its toll on me, leaving me exhausted.
Malice doesn’t seem to have been woken up by the sounds of Ransom and me having sex in the kitchen. He’s still out cold, his soft breathing rhythmic and soothing, and I start to doze off quickly, curled up on my side, facing him.
Before I’m all the way asleep, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text, blinking at it blearily.
It’s from Vic, and it’s just two words.
VICTOR: You’re beautiful.