Chapter 21 Malice #2
My balls tighten, precum leaking into the front of my boxers as my entire body goes taut with leashed tension.
Fuck, I want to cross the distance between us and take one of those little pink nubs in my mouth. I wanna bite down on it and make Willow cry out, feel her grinding against my body as she gets lost in the pleasure and pain, riding that fine line the way only she can.
Her eyes dart up to me again, as if she can sense the way my thoughts are going. She licks her lips and then pinches her nipple harder, arching into it.
“Feels good,” she whispers, and this time, I swear she’s the one teasing me.
I let out a rough breath at the sight, the way her neck arches back, the look of pleasure and tentative surrender on her face. It’s so fucking gorgeous, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this. Not ever. Not when it hits so fucking good every time.
My chest heaves as if I’ve been running at a sprint, and my voice is strained as I keep going.
In the book, the hero spills his load down the heroine’s throat, pressing even deeper as she swallows around him.
Then he pulls her up to kiss her, driving his tongue into her mouth to taste himself.
They arrive at their destination, and I grin as I read the part where he carries her inside, so desperate to taste her that he can’t wait another second.
I can fucking relate to that.
The hero throws the heroine down on the bed, pulls her clothes off and then his own, and then wrenches her legs apart, baring her to him completely. As I describe it in vivid detail, Willow whimpers.
“You like that?” I ask, unable to keep myself from tempting her. “I still won’t touch you, Solnyshka. But if you want your legs open, you can do it yourself. You want to spread them wide? Show me how wet you are?”
On the couch beside me, she slowly opens her legs. Even though no one is touching her, I can tell that she spreads them almost wider than is comfortable, as if she’s trying to mimic the feel of what I just described.
“It’s okay to still want it rough,” I tell her, my voice dropping low as I ignore the book for the moment.
“There was nothing wrong with you for liking it that way before, and there’s nothing wrong with you for wanting it that way now.
No one can take that from you. No one can tell you how to feel. ”
She swallows hard, the blush on her cheeks going even darker. “I do want it. I don’t understand why, but… I do.”
“Then show me.”
I watch her as she lets go of her tits and slides one hand down her chest and stomach. Her body undulates as she moves against her touch, her breathing ragged now.
She touches herself through her pants at first, not removing them yet. She grinds against her own hand, cupping her fingers to give herself the most room to work with. But it’s clear it’s not enough. She makes a face and then undoes the button and zipper, sliding her hand beneath the waistband.
My fingers twitch as she does, wishing it was my own hand right where hers is. Wanting to know how soaked through she is just from this. Judging from the way she moans as she bucks against her hand, she’s already so fucking worked up.
In the book, the hero drags his tongue over the heroine’s pussy, beginning to eat her out. A whimper spills from Willow as she starts touching herself for real, and she bites down on her bottom lip as if she’s trying to keep the sounds muffled.
I cut off mid-sentence, looking at her sharply.
“No. Let me hear you, Solnyshka,” I rasp. “Don’t hold anything back. There’s no one here but you and me, and I wanna hear you fall apart.”
She glances at me, her nipples peaked and stiff as our gazes lock. And the next time she moans, it comes out loud and clear. Like music to my fucking ears.
“Good girl,” I say, smirking hungrily. “That’s what I wanna hear. I’ve always loved it when you get loud for me. When you forget to even pretend to be a good girl and let yourself get filthy.”
“Fuck,” she gasps. “Malice.”
“I’m right here, Solnyshka.” My gaze roves over her as I speak, soaking in the sight of her like this. Wild and messy and free. “You’re doing so fucking well. Tell me how it feels.”
“Good,” she pants out. Her hips roll up in a sharp arch, and I have to wonder what those fingers of hers are doing to make her feel that good. “It feels good.”
I clench my jaw so hard my teeth ache as my cock twitches in my pants. It wants more than this, but I hold on to the book a little harder, dropping my eyes back down to the pages in front of me. I take a breath and then another one, focusing on the point of all this.
I want Willow to let go. I want her to just feel without the fear or the trauma closing in. I’ve got to keep my mind on that for right now.
“Fuck,” she breathes again, this time on more of a light sob than a moan. Her hand is working so fast in her pants now, and I can see the way her chest heaves as she fights to breathe.
“Slow down,” I urge her.
Her eyes snap to me, and they’re nearly completely dark with lust. It’s hot as fuck to see her like this, especially after watching her walk through life like a zombie in those first days after we got her back from Troy.
“I can’t. I—”
“You can,” I tell her. “Listen to me, Solnyshka. There’s no need to rush. No one’s going to stop you. Just let yourself feel it. Let yourself enjoy it. How wet are you right now?”
She swallows again. “So wet. It’s so… god, I can feel it soaking my fingers.”
“Good. Rub your clit for me, yeah? Slow circles.”
She nods shakily, and I can see the movements of her hand slow as she follows my instructions. It’s fucking torture to just watch this, to direct her from the other side of the couch, but it’s what she needs right now. That’s the most important thing.
I keep reading, slowing my words to match the pace of her fingers as I describe every filthy detail of the hero eating the heroine out in the book.
He fucks her with his tongue, making her gush on his face, and she’s still coming when he pulls her legs open even wider and drags her in to meet his deep thrust as he impales her hard enough to make her scream.
Willow’s hips buck forward again when I get to that part, and she moans, a low, filthy sound.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, the pages blurring in front of my eyes as I drag in a ragged breath. “Kogda ty tak stonesh', jeto svodit menja s uma. Ja mogu konchit', prosto slushaja, kak ty izdaesh' jetot zvuk.”
I’m on the edge of losing control entirely.
I can feel my cock pulsing, the tip leaking even more precum from the need I feel right now.
It seems like it should be impossible for one woman to be so fucking sexy without even really trying, but Willow does it.
She manages to make me feel things no one else ever has before.
My blood rushes in my ears, and the next time I look over at Willow, I can’t take my eyes off her, caught up in the sight of her pleasure.
She was slow and tentative at first, but she’s more confident now. That, or she’s just more lost in the feelings and sensations, not caring about me watching. Or at least not letting it stop her. She definitely cares, and the way she darts little glances up at me every so often proves that.
Me watching her, reading to her, being here as a part of this? She wants all of it, and I love knowing that.
I love knowing that she’s this fucking needy. Just for me.
“You don’t have to tell me how wet you are anymore,” I tell her. “I can hear it. I can fucking smell it, Solnyshka. The way you smell when you’re this turned on is my favorite goddamned thing in the world. Sinful and sweet at the same time. I would lap you up if I could.”
“You would?”
“Fuck, yes.” The hopeful edge to her voice nearly snaps my restraint, but I manage to answer with words instead of just showing her what I want to do.
“I’d spear my tongue into you and gather up every single drop.
I’d drink you down like the finest fucking wine.
Until my entire chin was soaked. I’d make you come on my face, and then I’d do it all over again. ”
“I…” Her voice breaks off, turning into a whimper. “I miss that.”
Fuck.
With the way my cock is throbbing, I’m almost certain I’m about to come in my fucking pants, but I don’t even care.
Willow is about to come too, and getting her over the edge is all I care about right now.
It takes a monumental act of will, but I rip my gaze away from her and keep reading.
The hero is fucking the heroine now, rough and dirty, a carnal meeting of bodies that’s born of nothing but raw need.
“Please,” Willow moans, and I look at her again. She’s working her hips against her hand as the other hand plays with her tits again. She’s flushed all over and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, tendrils of her hair sticking to her temples. “Please, please, please.”
“What do you want?” I ask, and I have to clear my throat to get my words to come out. The air is thick with the scent of sex, and it’s shredding my already strained control.
“I’m so close, Malice,” she manages to get out. “I’m so close, please. Please, I wanna come. Oh my god.”
The way her voice sounds so wrecked goes straight to my cock, and I groan, closing my eyes and sucking in another few deep breaths.
When I look at her again, she’s staring right at me, her eyes boring into mine, the need clear on her face.
“There you go. Such a good girl,” I murmur gruffly, egging her on. Praising her and encouraging her. “That’s right. Let go. Come for me. I wanna see it. I wanna see you lose it for me. Ride your fucking hand, Solnyshka, like the dirty, perfect girl you are.”
She whines in response to my words, a breathy, desperate sound.
It’s as if my permission is exactly what she’s been waiting for.
There’s less of the wild desperation from a few minutes ago—she’s still following my directions to go slower—but I can tell when she plunges her fingers into herself again.
The wet noise is loud in the quiet of the living room, and she shakes and writhes on the couch.
Her other hand pinches and twists at her nipple, and she digs those fingers in, moaning from the pleasure and the pain. “I’m… oh fuck!”
It’s such a fucking beautiful sight, and I keep watching, breathless, as she shivers and then comes on her own hand with a soft cry.
My mouth is so dry that I couldn’t go back to reading if I wanted to.
Not with this in front of me. I’ve never been so close to coming without anyone touching my cock before, but it makes sense that if anyone was going to drive me to the edge like this, it would be Willow.
My cock is so hard it’s painful, and I feel like I could explode if she breathed on it right.
“Goddamn,” I croak. “No one has ever wrecked me like you do, Solnyshka. I haven’t even touched you, and you just fucking ruined me.”
On the couch, Willow shudders through her aftershocks. They seem to go on forever, wracking her body from head to toe at first before finally fading into small little tremors. When the last of them passes through her, she blinks her eyes open, finally pulling her hand out of her pants.
She looks at me across the length of the couch, her brown eyes dark and liquid.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Those two words hit me harder than anything she’s spoken up to this point.
In a heartbeat, I toss the book to the side and surge to my feet, finally closing the distance between us.
Leaning over her, I cage her in a little with my arms as I drop a firm kiss to her forehead.
When she tilts her head up, leaning into my touch, I follow her lead and kiss her lips next, feeling protective over her—the way I always do—but also so many other things that I can barely name them all.
Possessive.
Hungry.
So full of love that my entire body is bursting with it.
It’s a struggle to pull away, to make myself draw back from her, but before I can get anywhere, Willow reaches up and wraps her arms around me.
“Wait. Don’t go,” she whispers. “I want more. Please.”
Her words set off a war inside me.
I told myself when I started this that I was just doing it to help her get off. It was never supposed to be more than that. I wanted to give her the orgasm I knew she needed, but I’m still not sure she’s ready for more.
As if she can sense the internal battle raging beneath my skin, Willow slides her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, digging her fingernails into my scalp. I hiss out a breath, the beast that I’ve kept locked in its cage rattling at the bars.
I need her.
Dammit, I need her so much.
And my Solnyshka needs me too.
“Fuck it,” I mutter under my breath.
Then I’m kissing her again, climbing up onto the couch with her.