Chapter 11
WILLOW
I gasp softly as Ransom’s lips crash into mine.
It’s not the first time we’ve kissed by a long shot, but I’m caught off guard by how intense it is. It’s almost more like kissing Malice than Ransom, but I’m immediately swept up in it.
Despite the shock of his sudden appearance, my body has no problem keeping up, so even as my mind reels, my arms wrap around his shoulders and I kiss him back, responding in kind.
It’s so much easier to focus on this, rather than how awful I feel and how worried I am about the future, so I throw myself into it. I kiss him wildly, biting down on his lower lip, grasping at his clothes, wanting to touch him everywhere.
“Fuck,” Ransom groans against my mouth. He takes another step inside and kicks the door closed behind him. “Come here.”
“I’m here,” I gasp back. “I’m right here.”
He works one thigh between my legs, and I moan his name, grinding against him.
“Just like that, angel,” he mutters. “Right there.”
He kisses me again, his lips trailing down my neck to where I’m sure he can feel my pulse hammering against my skin. With his arms wrapped tightly around me, he keeps walking me backward. I stumble a little, but he steadies me, pulling me close and letting me find my balance.
My head spins as we keep kissing, lips and hands and teeth and tongues colliding, our bodies melding together. Someone watching would think we haven’t had our hands on each other for months, and even though I know that isn’t true, it feels like it may as well be.
It almost feels like back when I first started living with them, back when every time I let myself indulge in these men, it felt like something I wasn’t supposed to be doing.
It was fast and hard and illicit.
Terrifying and electrifying all at once.
The backs of my knees hit the edge of the couch, and we go down together, him on top of me. He braces his arms on the cushions, keeping his weight from crushing me and cushioning me from the fall.
Our lips finally separate, and for a long second, we gaze at each other, breathing hard. Ransom reaches up to brush my hair back from my face, smoothing his fingers over my cheek and down to my neck.
It sends a pleasant shiver down my spine, and I lick my lips, feeling the lingering tingle from where he bit and sucked at the bottom one.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. It feels a bit late for that, now that he’s already been kissing and groping at me, but I want to know.
He sighs, and there’s no trace of his usual smile on his handsome face.
“I just… had to see you,” he says.
The words drag up a memory, an echo of a time when he said something so similar.
He and his brothers weren’t fully in my life yet, just hovering at the edges of it, and he came to my school one day on his motorcycle.
When I asked him what he was doing there, he said he just wanted to see me…
or that maybe he just wanted me to see him.
That sentiment hits so much deeper now. It’s like he needed a reminder that he’s always in my thoughts, just like I seem to be in his.
I reach up and cup his face, stroking my thumbs along his cheekbones.
“I missed you,” I admit, and it comes out sounding raw and breathless. “And… I want you.”
His face lights up, something that was hard and intense in his eyes turning warm and bright. He rolls onto his back so that he’s beneath me, then pulls me down and kisses me all over again, peppering my face, my cheeks, my forehead, and my nose.
He runs his hands up and down my back and then grips my ass, dragging me flush against him.
My mouth falls open, and I gasp softly at the sensation, feeling that he’s starting to get hard under me. I can’t help but roll my hips, seeking out more of that pressure and friction, giving in to the urge to take more.
“You have no idea how much I want you, angel,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “How much I’ve been thinking about you.”
“Probably as much as I’ve been thinking about you,” I tell him softly, nuzzling against his neck.
He chuckles, and I can feel the vibration of it all the way through my body.
When his hands start to move over me again, they have more purpose this time. He pushes down my stretchy lounge pants, sliding them over my hips and thighs, dragging them off along with my underwear.
“Have you been thinking about me naked?” he teases. “Have you been thinking about my cock?”
I can feel the flush rise up my chest, but I don’t even try to deny the truth. “Yes.”
“What else have you been thinking about?”
As he speaks, he helps me sit up enough that he can pull my shirt over my head, leaving me completely bare. His hands skate over my curves, and when he grabs a handful of my breast and pinches my nipple, I gasp softly, arching against him.
“This,” I whisper. “You touching me. The way you always seem to know just what I need.”
“You’ve been thinking about my hands? The way they feel on your tits? What else?”
He tugs my nipples away from my body, making it hard for me to focus enough to answer his question, but I manage to gasp out, “Your mouth. Your tongue. All the dirty things you say and do with it. The way the piercing feels when you lick me.”
“Fucking hell, angel.”
He groans, sitting up suddenly and replacing his fingers with his tongue as he drags it over my nipple.
I hiss, clutching at his hair, but then he pulls back, letting cool air rush over my damp breast. A hungry smile curves his lips, and when he lies back down, I expect him to pull me with him so that my upper body will drape over his.
But instead, he grips my hips and tugs me upward, shifting me higher and higher until I’m straddling his face.
I tense up, because I’ve never done this before.
I’ve been eaten out by the guys plenty of times, but I’ve never been on top, sitting on someone’s face like it’s a throne and I’m their queen.
It makes me shy just to think about it. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I don’t want to hurt him if I do it wrong.
I try to get up, to move off him, but Ransom’s hands have a firm hold on my hips, and he pulls me right back down.
“You don’t have to—” I squirm a little, shaking my head. “What if I smother you? What if—”
He cuts me off, gripping my hips tighter.
“I want to drown in you, pretty girl,” he murmurs thickly. “I want you to soak my face with everything you’ve got. I want to suffocate in your pussy.”
God, that mouth of his.
His words are like an immediate aphrodisiac, and I can’t help the little moan that spills from my lips. I’m breathing hard now, looking down at him. He stares right back up at me, a smirk on his face.
He can clearly see how turned on I am despite my apprehension, and his tongue darts out to lick my thigh before his teeth graze the delicate skin, making me shiver.
“Be a bad girl,” he urges me. “Ride my face, angel. Take everything you want.”
I lick my lips, warring with myself for a second. But more than anything else, I trust Ransom. If he says he wants this, I believe him. And judging from the desperate, possessive way he kissed me when he first walked in, maybe right now he needs it too.
So I settle back down, still trying not to hurt him or cut off his breathing. But I let him have access to my core, allowing him to spread me open even wider as he tugs me into position right where he wants me.
When the first touch of his tongue on my pussy comes, I moan, low and deep. It feels so good, and Ransom has learned exactly what I like by now. He licks and laps along my wet folds, teasing me a little by dipping his tongue in and out of my entrance, but never pushing all the way in.
“Oh, god,” I gasp out when he drags the tip of his tongue along my clit, making me shudder hard. “Ransom, that feels—”
He chuckles, the sound muffled in my wetness. “I haven’t even gotten started yet, pretty girl. I’m gonna make you scream.”
“Fuck,” I groan, my lower belly going tight.
Ransom doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down. It’s like he wants to feast on me until he’s devoured me whole, and from the way my body is shaking and trembling for him, it’s clearly on board with that.
When he finally pulls back a tiny bit to get a breath, his lips and chin are shiny with my arousal. He makes a show of dragging his tongue along his lips in a slow line, holding my gaze the entire time.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn delicious,” he says, his blue-green eyes hazy with desire. “The more turned on you get, the better you taste, did you know that? The sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever eaten. I can’t get enough of you, pretty girl.”
He dives right back in, and this time, he does thrust his tongue all the way into me. It’s not quite like a dick being in there, or even a few fingers, but it feels good in a different way. I can feel the top and bottom balls of his piercing now too, adding a fresh sensation to the mix.
Ransom spears his tongue in and out several times, working me up until I’m soaking wet before lapping at me like he wants to taste the arousal that belongs to him.
“There you go,” he murmurs encouragingly. “Don’t think about anything else, just let yourself take this. Let me feel what a dirty girl you are.”
My body starts trembling even more, and I brace my hands on the armrest of the couch, holding on for dear life. The part of my brain that was unsure about this has definitely switched off, leaving only the part that wants it so badly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
It comes out almost like a chant, each word accompanied by a roll of my hips. I can’t help the way my pelvis grinds against his tongue, and the warm, wet pressure against my clit sends an endless wash of pleasure through me.
Ransom keeps going, his fingers tight enough to leave bruises on my hips and thighs, his tongue going into overdrive as he pulls me down so hard that I truly am sitting on his face.
“You’re so good at that,” I whimper, my eyelids falling shut. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking good…”