Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Haze
Having Willow wrapped around me while we drive through the streets of New Orleans feels like a figment of my imagination.
I’ve always wanted this. My woman on the back of my motorcycle, holding on tight, her thighs pressing against mine as I imagine all the ways I’m going to make her scream when we’re alone.
Of course I’m glad my short-lived celibacy stint has ended between us.
Ecstatic, in fact. The way Willow has been opening up more is something new.
I like it. I may know a lot about her, but us talking things through gives me hope.
We’ve never been stronger than we are right now.
The feelings I had never left, but now I know for sure I will never let her go again.
The thought of losing her terrifies me. It’s why I have to keep her close.
She tightens her arms around my middle and my dick is so painfully hard at her closeness.
Here she is, the fucking captain of the NOPD, and she’s riding with her old man because she loves me.
Fuck, those words will be forever etched on my soul.
The only thing that matters more than this moment is keeping her safe forever.
Then there’s Crunch falling in love with her.
How could he not? She’s an angel, just like him.
I always said Crunch came down from heaven without wings, just to try and disguise himself, but I know the truth.
When I’ve been down and out, he’s always there, snuggling up beside me, needing my attention.
Now we can all snuggle together, and I know that sounds fucking weak, but there’s nothing weak about wanting family time with my wife and our son.
A chuckle rumbles through me, our son. Well, it’s not untrue.
She’s so good with him, and he can be a little off with new people.
Movement has me snapping back out of my reverie, Willow’s hands flat against my abs and dangerously close to my belt.
I want to go faster, get to her apartment quicker, but that would be dangerous with my precious cargo on the back.
I clamp a hand over both of hers, holding them in place, letting her know I fucking approve and I love it.
We make haste once we park my sled and enter the building.
Once inside the elevator our hands are all over each other as soon as the doors close.
I want to fuck her right here, right now, but this place is fancy and I know they have cameras.
We kiss and tease each other until the elevator doors stop on her floor, and I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me as I carry her to her door. She’s so fucking tiny and lightweight.
I press her against her front door, giving her a dry run as she moans, trying to swipe the fob against the plate as I continue my torture.
“H-haze,” she whispers, panting. “Oh, my god. I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
“Here?” I snicker, biting her neck gently. “Whatever will the neighbors think?”
She finally gets the lock to click, and I push the door open, then immediately kick it shut once we’re safely inside. I plant her back against the other side of the door as she tries to claw my shirt off.
“Someone’s eager,” I muse, helping her out as I shuck it over my head.
“Your body is insane, Aust.” I love it when she switches to my real name. Nobody can call me Austin like that except her. “You’re so fucking big.”
I tug on her bottom lip and she groans. “I need to eat your pussy baby, you’ve starved me for far too long.”
I unhook her legs, letting her slide down the door as I move to my knees, unbuckling her pants and letting them fall to the floor.
I remove her shoes, then pull her pants off the rest of the way.
I tug at her underwear, keeping it in place, but pulling the dark maroon fabric to the side.
She’s so fucking wet, mewling as I swipe my tongue through her folds.
“Fuck,” she gasps.
“Top off, let me see those tits while I make you come on my tongue.”
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
She does as I say, and I circle her clit, edging her, then easing off when she starts to buck. “Naughty,” I chastise. “Did I say you could come yet?”
“I need to. Don’t edge me, Aust, I need it.”
I fucking love it when she begs, even though I’m gonna follow through with my master plan tonight. Oh, yeah, I’m gonna do some crawling, and I don’t give a shit. The idea has me barely hanging on.
“You’re quite a needy little thing, aren’t you, Wife?” I plant my tongue against her clit as she pulls her tits out of her bra and I groan. The rumble on her sensitive spot has her eyes closing and her lips parting. “Play with your nipples, let me see how hard you can get them.”
Again, my beautiful wife complies, pulling at her perfect peaks as I almost come in my pants watching her. I throw one leg over my shoulder and really start to eat her out. She tries to grind, and I pull back looking up. “Naughty wife.”
“Austin!”
I grin, tucking back in, sliding a finger inside her pussy as she cries out. The sight of her playing with herself has me so fucking hard and I have to close my eyes. If I keep watching those perfect tits being pulled and pushed together like she’s doing, I’m never gonna last.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet.” I insert another finger, reveling in her sharp pants and gasps. When I replace my fingers with my tongue, she slides one hand into my hair and tugs. My balls tighten.
This time I let her come, and my, oh my, it’s glorious. Her taste changes as she explodes, riding my face as she bounces up and down, her fist making my scalp sting but I’m here for the pain. I love it. I love her.
“Austin!” she literally fucking screams, dragging out the ‘n’ in my name.
I don’t ease up, instead, I slide my tongue over her clit, lapping at it over and over until she’s exploding with her second orgasm, and it’s just as loud as the first. “I hope your walls are soundproofed,” I say with a chuckle.
“I want you,” she pants. “I want you inside me.”
I shake my head. “This is what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna go spread those pretty legs for me on the bed and wait for me.. I’m gonna come find you on my hands and knees, and you’re not gonna let me inside you until I’ve begged for mercy.”
“But you don’t—”
“I do.” I kiss her inner thigh, placing her soaking panties back in place as I stand. “I want this, and I know you want it too.”
She deliberates, then a sly smile creeps on her face. “You’re so devious.”
I kiss her chastely. “Not as devious as you. Go. You’ve got one minute.”
“Won’t you let me undress you first?” I think about it for half a second, then nod. “Do it.”
Her hands fly to my belt, fumbling with the button and I groan as her fingers brush against my dick.
He needs some breathing room. I kiss the top of her head as she unzips me, then yanks my jeans down.
Before I can stop her, she has her hand down the front of my briefs and she starts to stroke me, her eyes on mine as the look of ecstasy on her face takes over.
“Such a brat,” I mutter, shifting so my back is now against the wall.
She pulls it all the way out, and I grind my teeth as she sheaths me back and forth. Fuck yeah.
“I want my mouth on you, too.”
“Soon,” I tell her.
“Now?”
“Since when did you get so demandin’?”
“Since I had you in my office and I want more of it.”
“Dirty little girl.” I cup her tits, brushing my thumbs over her darkened nipples, enjoying the sigh that escapes her lips. “Bet I can make you come just playin’ with these.”
“You haven’t forgotten a damn thing, have you?” she pants.
I can’t contain my grin as I twist and pull, her back arching as her hand tightens and the other tugs on my balls.
My eyes spring open. “Bedroom,” I bark. “Now! Before you’re wearin’ my cum all over you.”
She reaches up on her tippie toes to kiss me. “Nice to know I’ve still got it.”
“You have, but only for me, little wife.”
“I think I can handle that.” With one last promising look, she lets go of me and saunters off down the hall — her shirt gaping open with just her panties on.
“Naked,” I tell her. “Playin’ with yourself.”
She turns to look over her shoulder. “You think you’re in charge?” She shakes her head. “Poor Hazey.”
I’m tempted to give chase when she runs off, knowing that sass would usually have her bent over my knee, but this is so much fucking hotter.
I finish taking the rest of my clothes off, palm my dick, and stalk toward her bedroom.
I stand in the hall, giving myself a few moments before I enter.
This is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
My jaw steels as I step inside, my eyes finding her in the darkened room.
She’s propped up against the pillows, and she has nothing on, nothing except a vibrator in her hand. What the fuck?
I raise a brow. “What the fuck is that?”
“You said to play with myself.” She leans down and turns the little bullet on, moving it over her clit as I stare.
“Don’t you dare make yourself come with that,” I warn.
“I’m not,” she says, her chest heaving as her hand works. “God, you look so hot, get over here.”
It’s then I drop to my knees as I keep my eyes on hers. Then I fucking crawl to the bed. This is the biggest fucking turn on. “Don’t go easy on me,” I tell her. “I’ve been bad.”
“I won’t.” She pulls the bullet away, watching me as I grind my teeth, jealous of a fucking toy.
“You don’t have to forgive me, but I’m sorry for everythin’.”
“How sorry?” I love the way she plays along.
“Kept my dick to myself, baby. There’s only ever gonna be you.”
She moves the bullet back over her clit, arching her back as she continues to watch me. “Oh.”
“Edge yourself, but if you come, you’re goin’ over my knee,” I tell her again.
She pulls back once more, panting. “You’re supposed to be begging, not being bossy, so beg!”
I grin. “Forgive me?” I crawl onto the bed. “Say you’ll forgive me for leavin’, for bein’ a chump. All of it.”
“I— I don’t know, Austin.”
Fuck. I love this.
“Please,” I beg. “Please tell me what it’ll take.”
“You should really work on your culinary skills,” she starts, then when I look up, she’s laughing. “Or just eat me out again.”
“But I don’t deserve it.” I crawl toward her, slowly, making sure every single second seals our connection. “You know I don’t.”
“I know, but you can always try?”
I save myself from laughing because this is so delicious. “I think that’s a great idea.”
“I—I forgive you,” she whispers.
“I’ll never let you go again.” I push her legs farther apart, taking the vibrator out of her hand.
I’ve a good mind to toss it across the room.
I’ll be her human vibrator if that’s what she wants, but me using it on her?
Hmm, that could be hot watching her squirm.
“Did you use this on yourself thinkin’ about me? ”
“Yes,” she cries when I swipe the little toy through her pussy, circling her clit. “I did. Lots of times.”
“Lots huh? You know you could’ve just called, I’d be happy to replace all battery operated toys.” My dick throbs being so close to her, but not getting what he wants. Patience.
“Oh,” she moans, leaning back on her hands, pushing her chest out to me. “Austin.”
Her breathy moans go straight to my dick, but I pull away before she can come. This only infuriates her, but it makes me grin.
“What’s wrong, Princess?”
“You’re supposed to be begging and you’re edging me, I can’t take much more.”
I close my mouth over her nipple, tugging gently as I hold the bullet away from her. “But I thought you forgave me?”
“I’ll forgive you if you let me come.” She sounds so petulant and I’m here for it. Every single second.
“Then I guess I’d better be a good boy and give my ol’ lady what she wants.”
“Yes, then I can use those handcuffs on you.”
I grin as I press the bullet back on her clit, licking my way up her clavicle bone, to her jaw and then her lips. Our kiss is long, indulgent and has my dick weeping because she’s right — I can’t take much more, either.
I cup one breast with my free hand, my tongue seeking entry into her mouth as she bucks beneath me, her hands reaching around my neck. “Oh, god!” she cries as I watch her unfold, still jealous this little thing is making her feel good and not me. But the payoff is worth it.
Willow tumbles and falls over the edge, her hand smacking the bullet away as she pants like she’s just run a marathon.
“I’d like to think I make you pant like that, too,” I mutter, switching the thing off. I toss it across the room. “That’s enough of that.”
“Inside me.” She reaches for my dick. “Inside me now, Husband.”
And if that isn’t music to my ears, I don’t know what is.