7. Lennox
Chapter 7
Lennox
I wake up in the sprawling comfort of my bed, the sheets tousled and tangled around my legs as the morning light seeps through the blinds. For a brief moment, I bask in the warmth and silence, half-dreaming and half-waking until I realize something is off. I reach over, instinctively expecting to find Willow curled against me, but the space beside me is empty .
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, pushing the sheets aside and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I throw on a pair of old sweatpants before heading out to find my spitfire.
I step out of the bedroom and make my way down the hallway, treading softly as I keep my ears open for any sounds. The house is unnervingly quiet, without even the soft patter of Chewy’s little paws racing toward a window or sniffing at the baseboards.
I make my way down the hall, hearing little grumbling yips coming from the kitchen. As I round the corner, the sight greets me like a jolt straight to the cock. Willow standing at the counter wearing nothing but my black t-shirt is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way she stands there, eyes bright and hair slightly disheveled, completely at ease in my home causes my heart to turn over in my chest.
“Good morning!” she chirps, and just her voice sends a rush of heat through my veins. There's something about the way she smiles at me that turns my insides to jelly.
“Morning,” I manage to get out, my throat suddenly dry. I can’t pull my eyes away from her. My gorgeous little spitfire walked right out of my fantasies and into my life. Suddenly, breathing feels like a challenge.
That’s it. I’m done holding back. I stride over, closing the distance between us in the blink of an eye. Before she can register what’s happening, I lift her up into my arms, and she squeaks in surprise.
“What are you doing?” Willow laughs, a perfect mix of amusement and surprise, her eyes wide as I carry her toward my bedroom, ignoring the shock on her face.
“I’m feeling dirty. I thought we could shower together,” I say, a rough grin spreading across my face. “And get even dirtier.”
“I like the way you think.” she shoots back, but there’s an undeniable thrill in her voice.
“Whatever plans you had, they can wait. This is a priority,” I reply, kicking the door shut behind us without a second thought.
With her safely cradled against my chest, the strength of my feelings nearly brings me to my knees. She’s got a fire in her that makes it impossible for me to think straight. “What about Chewy?” she asks, looking up at me, and I swear there’s something wicked dancing behind those eyes.
“Chewy can handle himself. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to him later,” I reply with a chuckle.
I kick the bathroom door open with a satisfying thud. The sound echoes off the marble walls.
I set her down on the plush rug in front of the shower before leaning in to turn on the water. The scalding hot spray fills the room with steam.
In two seconds flat, I drag my t-shirt over her head and toss it aside. My sweatpants quickly follow. Willow's eyes widen as her cheeks flush with a mixture of surprise and desire. I'm about to lose my goddamn mind if I don’t get inside her soon.
Her skin is soft and warm beneath my touch.
“I need you,” I murmur, my voice rough with emotion.
She doesn’t answer, but with her eyes fixed on mine, a silent acknowledgment hangs heavy in the air around us.
Taking her hand in mine, I step into the shower with her, pulling her in with me. The scalding water washes over both of us as I pull her closer. Our wet, naked bodies press together while her breath comes in short gasps against my neck.
I run my fingers through her hair, feeling the strands stick to my fingertips. The scent of her shampoo, sweet and floral, mixed with the musk of her skin is utterly addictive.
I wash her hair, my fingers massaging her scalp, then slowly, carefully, wash her body, lingering on the delicate curve of her hips and the soft swell of her breasts. I kiss her temple, her neck, the soft skin behind her ear. Her body trembles beneath my touch, a silent response to my actions .
“God, Willow,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire, “you drive me insane.” She shudders at my touch, and I swear I can feel her heart racing against my chest.
When she reaches between us to wrap her soft hand around my cock, I have to lock my knees to stay standing. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on this.” She glances up and winks. Fuck. I’m a goner.
She shocks the fuck out of me by sinking to her knees. “You might have to give me instructions.” Willow slowly runs her hand up and down my cock, sending electricity sparking down my spine.
“Suck me,” I mutter, giving voice to the one thought circling around in my mind on a constant loop.
“Typical male instructions,” she sasses and leans forward to run her pouty lips around the head of my cock. My spitfire lives to give me hell, and it turns me on faster than anything else.
I drag my hand through her silky hair. “Close your lips around my cock and suck me down.”
Fuck. She’s a fast goddamn study. My cock presses against the back of her throat, and she pulls back a little before she tries again, pulling my erection even further back this time.
“You don’t need any instructions. You’re already a goddamn pro at driving me crazy.” I groan as she pulls back and swirls her tongue around the sensitive head. Fucking hell, I’m not going to last long.
I rock my hips as she sucks me even deeper. I’m barely resisting the urge to come so I pull back. “I’m not coming down your throat until I’ve knocked your gorgeous little ass up.” Oops. I didn’t mean to blurt that out yet. I pull out of her mouth and lift her against my wet body.
“Then hurry up and knock me up already.” I’m glad we’re on the same page.
I slip my hand between our bodies and slowly run my thumb around her wet opening. Fuck. She’s wet. Evidently, my little spitfire got off on sucking my cock. Before we go any further, there’s something I need to know.
“Are you too sore for this?” I’d cut off my own arm before I hurt her.
“Stop stalling and get to the knocking up.” She leans forward and kisses my lips as I line my cock up with her wet opening.
She gives a little squeak when I press her back against the cold marble wall. “Oops,” I mutter as I circle my hips, sinking deep with one thrust. “I thought you might need to cool down a little.”
Willow digs her nails into my back and clenches her inner muscles around my sensitive cock. My mind shuts the fuck down and my thrusts falter as I fight the urge to come. “Oops.” She breathes against the side of my neck before biting down gently on the spot. A shiver runs through my body as she mutters, “I thought you might need a little motivation to move.”
I pump my hips faster as her pussy clenches tight around my shaft. I fuck her hard and deep until my balls draw up against my body, telling me I’m running out of time. I reach between us and press hard circles on her clit with my thumb, dragging her little ass over the edge with me.