Chapter 4
CHAPTER
FOUR
Willow
Haze doesn’t let up as he fucks my pussy with two fingers, his tongue working my clit as I come again… what is that now, three, four? Of course, he did always know how to deliver, and it seems time has only made him that much better. Not that I want to think about that too closely.
“Fuck,” he mutters, kissing the inside of my thighs as he picks me up like I weigh nothing. “Bedroom?”
“Last door on the left.”
Then, I’m bouncing on my bed as Haze strokes himself, and I turn my gaze to his giant cock. My god that thing’s a monster. I stare at it, then frown. “What the fuck is that?” I point at his dick.
He glances down, then grins back up at me. “A piercing, honey.”
“Holy shit, you got your dick pierced?”
“A little louder, I’m not sure the whole of New Orleans heard you.”
I stare at it, fascinated. “Holy crap. I’ll bet that hurt.”
“Not as much as you’d think.”
“What do you call it?” I ask as he kneels on the bed, his dick in his hand.
“A Jacob’s ladder.”
“Can you, uh, do stuff?”
He chuckles. “Of course, it only enhances the experience for both of us.”
“Condom,” I whisper.
He steadies me with a gaze. We haven’t used them since we were in college, but that was a long time ago. He’s been with dozens of women. I’ve only been on two dates since him, and they were huge mistakes.
“If that’s what you want.”
I don’t know what I want when it comes to him. So I blurt, “I want to touch it.”
“Not stoppin’ you.”
I grip his cock and bite down on my bottom lip as I work him over. “It’s been a while for me,” I admit.
“Don’t wanna hear about that,” he grunts.
“What about you?” Not that I really want to know.
He hesitates, looking uneasy. “I haven’t been with anyone,” he mutters when I slide my hand over his cock once more and fist his length. The cool metal feels weird against my skin and I play with it as he groans.
“You w-what?” My eyes dart up.
“You heard me.”
“In three years?” I shake my head. “Aust, you don’t have to do this just because it’s what you think I want to hear. You’re a guy, you have needs, I get it.”
“Not lyin’. I never lie, not about this.”
I open my mouth then close it again. It won’t go down well, even though I’ve nothing to be ashamed of. He’s the one who left, not me. I can sleep with whoever I want. I don’t have to feel guilty.
I sit up on my elbows, still playing with his dick as I talk. “You’ve not had sex with anyone in all that time?” Why do I find that so hard to believe? Uh, I know, because he’s a man.
“That’s what I’m sayin’.”
“How?”
He places his hand over mine, tugging his cock harder and faster. “Like this.”
I can’t let it go. “B-but why?” Of course, I think I know why, but hearing him say it is a different matter altogether. I want to hear him say the words.
He shrugs. “Never met anyone else I wanted to fuck.”
“There are lots of pretty girls in New Orleans.”
“None as pretty as you, Wifey.”
Do I believe him? Not entirely, and not because he’s a liar, he’s not. In fact, Haze is one of the few people in my life who has never lied to me. But that can’t be. Three years is… well, it’s a long time.
“H-how?” I stammer again.
He sighs, his eyes closing as our hands work together. “You ask a lot of questions. Let’s fuck and forget about the whys and hows.”
“Always the romantic.” I knock his hand away because I can do it myself. “This is so hot.”
He groans as I pump harder, then I move to my knees, ass in the air like I have no inhibitions.
This piercing has me intrigued. I’ve never seen anything like it, the barbells are situated on the underside of his length, all the way down to his balls with a ring at his tip.
It’s fucking gold, which is just like Haze, he does nothing by halves.
Haze groans when I suck him into my mouth.
One hand works its way into my hair and he grips it tight.
He’s such a badass in the sack. I sweep my tongue over the barbells, circling them as his grip tightens.
I love that I’m sending him to heaven right now.
I get a sick sense of satisfaction that I can still get to him like this after all this time.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “Fuck, baby.”
I tongue the barbell repeatedly while I fist his cock, then take him in my mouth, deep throating him as I slide down.
Gagging, I do that a couple of times even when my eyes begin to sting, but I love his dick so I don’t let up.
I know he’s close because I feel his body tense, and then I’m being yanked off him and he comes over me as I scramble backward.
“You’re gonna take this dick, Willow.”
I nod. “Yes, yes, I am.”
He holds himself at the base, then slides all the way in as I tense, my eyes closing as the invasion washes a sheen of sweat over my body. Holy Christ. He is big. “Open your eyes when I fuck you,” he commands, and I do.
I’m lost to every sensation as he pulls out, then rams back in.
Over and over and over he repeats his ministrations until I’m a mess underneath him.
His huge arms hold his weight off my body as his palms press into the mattress, and when I wrap my legs around his waist, he really begins to move.
I feel every single freaking barbell as he rams in and out, my poor little bed barely withstanding the weight, but it’s putting up a good fight.
I don’t care. I need this right now, even if it is with a man I should not be having sex with. I shouldn’t… Oh, but I am.
“Austin!” I cry out. “I’m coming!”
He rams harder, his hands gripping the sheets as he groans along with me, and I pulse around his enormous dick like I never have before. This is what I’ve been missing. This.
“So good, Little One,” he soothes. “Takin’ my dick so well. You missed it, didn’t you?”
“Shut up and fuck me.” I don’t want to think about the repercussions and what any of this means.
I can’t do that. Getting my heart broken again is a risk I can’t afford, and my head messed up just like it did before.
I’m guarded. I’ve built a wall around myself, and I was pretty proud of that wall, it meant nobody could get in and hurt me ever again.
But that’s all gone to shit the second he flirts with me in a shady bar with too many shots.
I only have myself to blame. I dragged him out of there and up to my condo. I’m the one who instigated it.
“Such a sweet pussy,” he murmurs, his lips brushing over my pulse as I scrape my nails down his back and arch my back.
I can’t help it. He unravels me like no man ever has.
With Haze, it’s all about your pleasure above his.
It’s like he gets off on watching me enjoy myself over him actually climaxing. “So fuckin’ tight.”
I give in, letting another orgasm wash over me that’s so intense, I squeeze my eyes shut and grip his ass like there’s no tomorrow. Right now? I wouldn’t care if there wasn’t. “Haze!” I cry.
“No,” he admonishes, biting on my bottom lip. “Only ever call me Austin when I’m fuckin’ you, Wife.”
“D-don’t call me that.”
But he ignores me, not letting up for a second as he pumps those fucking hips back and forth, back and forth. “Baby,” he mutters. “Not gonna hold on much longer.”
I don’t want it to be over. I want to feel him inside me just a little longer. “P-please,” I stammer.
“Please, what?”
“Right there, Aust, oh….”
He tilts my ass just a little, lifting my torso, and it’s so deep I see stars. His pubic bone grazes my clit and I’m a goner, yelling his name as I scream the condo down. He follows close behind, roaring my name on a violent yell as he stills and unloads into me. I let him come inside me.
I’m on birth control, but still. That was stupid.
We’re both panting as he flops down on top of me, kissing my hair, whispering what a good girl I am and how precious I am. I close my eyes, tears gathering. But I can’t do this.
No emotions. This was meant to be just sex. Really fantastic sex, but no attachments. Now he has me almost fucking crying.
“Well, that was, uh, unexpected,” I pant. He’s still breathing ragged as I slap his ass. “You’re heavy.”
He lifts his head. “Give a man a second.”
“I’m just saying, I can’t breathe.”
He smirks, then plants a kiss on my lips, pulls out and rolls onto his back. We both lie there like starfish. “You missed me, but you won’t say it.”
“You missed me more.”
“I don’t deny that.”
I hug myself, since we’re here, vulnerable together, I want the truth. “Have you really not been with another woman in three years? The actual truth, Aust.”
He turns to face me, rolling onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. “I really haven’t, and if you say anythin’ to the brothers, I’ll deny it.”
His face is genuine as I inspect it for lies. Holy fuck. He really is telling the truth.
“Wow.”
“Let’s just say it’s nothing for me to be proud of.”
“I don’t know, celibacy can be a good thing.”
“Not when you’re me.” We stare at each other and I’m stumped for what to do now until he pushes up. “Coffee?”
“You don’t have to—”
But he’s already up, padding across my bedroom, everything hanging out with no inhibitions at all.
And why would he have? His back end is as good as his front.
He’s a beautiful specimen of a man, and that ass is fucking gold.
I curse him for being so lean without an inch of fat on his body, when he turns and my eyes dart up.
“I bet you have one of those double donut coffee flavored pods hangin’ around the kitchen. Still take it with a dash of cream?”
Does he remember my favorite coffee? Oh, no. This is bad.
“Haze—”
He waves a hand at me. “You’re gonna need your strength. I can make us grilled cheese.”
“Strength?” I holler after him. “Strength for what?”
“That was round one,” he bellows back. “I’m here for the night, baby doll, better get used to it.”
I’ve created a monster, and I’ve only got myself to blame.