Chapter 5 - Willow
I groan as I wake up. Oh man, what a night. I don’t even know how many times I came. Was it four? No, I think I lost count at four. I should have been fucking an older man all along—to hell with guys my age. They don’t know what they’re doing.
As I lie there, my brain kicks in. Mike is still asleep next to me, and I don’t want to wake him.
He deserves the best sleep after rocking my world last night.
I climb out of bed and tiptoe into the adjoining bathroom.
After I turn the shower on, I quickly brush my teeth while the water is heating up.
The mirror reveals the flush on my cheeks and the sparkle in my eyes. I look happy. Hell, have I ever looked this content before? I’ve got two more days of freeuse before my parents get back. But first, this slut needs a shower.
Stepping under the water, I tilt my head back and let the warmth cascade over me. There’s no point in rushing. Today can be a lazy day. And besides, I want to get as clean as possible before Mike gets me all dirty again.
Suddenly, the shower door opens and I turn as he joins me. There’s a wicked smile on his face, and I resist the urge to jump on him. I’m his fucktoy for the next couple of days. If he wants to fuck me, he will.
He forces me up against the wall of the shower, brushing his hand along my stomach and between my legs to caress my pussy while the other hand plays with my nipple.
“You’re still mine.”
I nod my head, his words making my heart race.
“Be a good toy and bend over.”
He removes his hands so I can turn around. I put my palms flat on the wall and slant forward, presenting my ass to him. I’m curious about what he’s going to do. When he uses a finger to rub my asshole, I jolt in surprise and moan from the unexpected dirty pleasure. Ohhhh, do I want this?
My mind fogs, and the more he touches me, the more desperate I get. He slides a finger into my ass, and I imagine it’s his cock instead. It feels different, but not painful. When he begins to fingerfuck me, my pussy flutters, and I wish I had both holes filled at the same time.
What is this guy doing to me? When he removes his fingers, he slaps my ass, and I yelp.
“Good slut. Now soap me up.”
I stand, eager to comply with his request. Holding back a smile, I squirt body wash into my hand. I can give just as good as I take.
Lathering the soap on his chest, I glide my hands over his muscled torso, inching slowly towards his cock. I love how his muscles contract when I touch him, and his already-hard cock pulses at my gentle caresses.
I lower a hand to cup his balls. Getting him nice and clean is the least I can do for the owner of the cock that made me come so many times. If only I could convince him to keep me, I’d do this every single day.
My hands still. What the fuck did I just think?
He groans, not knowing why I stopped. “Keep going, slut. I’m not clean yet.”
I blink back the thought of him owning me, and stroke his shaft with the soapy bodywash, causing him to grunt with satisfaction. He thrusts his hips a couple of times to fuck my hand before reaching over and brushing my clit with his thumb.
My pussy buzzes as I moan. Fuck, he’s good at getting me horny. And I’m all his to use however he pleases. Within seconds, he has me panting in desperation to come, but before I can climax, he orders me to rinse off and get out of the shower. I rush to obey. He’s in control of my pleasure.
I scoot out and grab a towel to wrap around myself while he stays in the shower to finish cleaning up.
While he’s in there, I meander into my bedroom and giggle at the condom wrappers on the floor.
I’m going to need to make sure none are hiding under the bed before my parents get home.
At least it’s just the wrappers, and not the actual used condoms. Mike always made sure those were wrapped in tissue and thrown in the trash.
Fuck, I better empty the trash in the bedroom as well.
When Mike joins me in the bedroom, he’s naked and toweling off his hair. His enormous erection tells me he’s in the mood to use me again. There’s a hunger in his eyes that makes me want to lick my lips, but I behave.
“Knees, now,” he commands.
Like a good freeuse fucktoy, I drop to the ground. This is our unspoken dynamic, and I adore it. When I’m his toy, I have no decisions to make. I’m just his plaything.
He sits on the edge of the bed and strokes his glorious, massive cock. “Crawl to me.”
Mmm, this guy knows how to treat a fucktoy.
I ditch my towel and crawl over to him. He strokes my hair, caresses my cheek, then tips my chin up with a firm hand.
When his eyes stare into mine, he gives me a soft kiss on the lips, his tender gesture melting my heart and making me crave more kisses and affection from him.
He smiles and positions my head to where he wants it—right in front of his dick. I expect him to put it into my mouth at any moment, and I just stare at it while it twitches inches from my face.
Mike’s cock is the finest specimen I’ve seen in real life—not that I have much to compare it to, but I’m fairly certain it’s better than average. I’ll have to share notes with Alice someday. Or maybe I won’t tell anyone about him. He’ll be my wonderful secret.
He finally pushes my head down, and I open my mouth and lick his cock. I want him to fill my throat so badly, but I’ll let him take charge, doing whatever he wants to do with me.
When he puts pressure on the top of my head, I know what he wants.
I take just the tip into my mouth. I’m not done with the teasing and flick my tongue around, enjoying how his cock responds to the slightest movement.
Circling the head, I take just an inch into my mouth and flatten my tongue.
I stroke him with it, getting him nice and wet with my spit.
Tilting my head up to look at him, I see the satisfaction in his eyes. He gives a slight nod that indicates he enjoys it. I bob my head while I suck, and I’m rewarded with deep moans of approval.
He keeps his hands on my head, directing my movements, and a haze of lust steals over me. I really do feel like a fucktoy. I never knew how much I’d like someone else taking control. Not having to think during sex is pretty fabulous.
When he pulls my head off his cock, I pout. Dammit, why does he have to take away my fun? I was enjoying being mindless and knowing he was getting pleasure from it.
“Get up on the bed, slut. I’m going to make you scream.”
Um...well, okay...that seems good too. I jump up and I’m uncertain what position he wants me in, so I crawl on all fours and look behind me to watch what he’s doing.
He studies me for a moment as he gets a condom from his discarded pants and puts it on before climbing on the bed and kneeling behind me. “Face down, ass up. I’m going to use you.”
Yes, sir. I present myself to him and wiggle my ass, trying to tempt him into a pounding right away. I’m wet and ready for him to fuck me, but I know he likes to tease.
Just as I think he’s going to fuck me, the loud ring of my cell phone makes me jump. I try to grab it, and he barks, “Ignore it.”
I have the phone on silent, but it’s set to ring through if certain people call twice in a row. That means it’s Alice or my parents. I’ll find out what they need when he’s done fucking me.
As soon as the phone stops, he slams into me, sinking in fully.
“Ohhhh, god,” I groan as he stretches me out.
Everything about sex with him is amazing, from what he does to me, his cock, his stamina....just everything. He’s going to ruin me for other guys at this rate. I’m going to be comparing every future boyfriend to Mike, and somehow I know they’ll come up lacking.
Mike spanks me and my mind clears of everything other than him and his glorious cock as he hammers away at me. Every thrust makes my head spin, and I bury my face in the bedding as my tiny sighs of pleasure turn into one long string of moans.
A tingle spreads deep in my pussy, and I can feel my walls quivering.
A low cry bursts out of me, growing louder until I’m begging him to go faster.
I lift onto my hands to gain leverage so I can rock back against him.
I’m grinding my ass with every thrust, making him go as deep as I can get him.
There’s an ache inside me, and it’s as if my insides are vibrating, building to some great intensity.
Mike moves his hand to rub my clit, and I scream as my orgasm hits.
Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure races through me, and I clutch at the sheets, unable to process the mind-blowing orgasm.
My thighs quake uncontrollably, and I collapse face down, barely able to keep my hips in position.
It takes all of my remaining strength just to keep my ass up.
Wrapping his hands around my hips, he continues fucking me. When he comes, I shudder again, over-sensitive to every pulse of his cock as he blows his load. I wish we didn’t need to use condoms. I want to feel his cum inside me, but that isn’t something I’m going to ask for right now.
When he pulls out, he quickly takes care of his condom before flopping next to me on the bed. He rolls to the side and gathers me up into a spooning position—me, the little spoon. Kissing my shoulder, he nuzzles at my neck while I practically purr from delight.
“I screamed.”
He chuckles. “Yes, you did. Because you’re a good little freeuse slut.”
I kiss his hand and snuggle back into him, perfectly content.
A knock on my bedroom door and my mom calling out, “Willow?” makes me yelp, and I grab the sheet.
I get it mostly covering us when my mom opens the door. Holy shit, what’re they doing home?
When my mother spots me in bed with Mike, a look of shock crosses over her face before she recovers and returns to her normally placid expression. I can tell she doesn’t know what to say and I see her looking at the floor.
Uh-oh, the condom wrappers. My face burns bright red, and she closes the door without saying a word.
Fuck.
Mike kisses my shoulder again. “Is this a problem?”
“I don’t know.”
Shit, shit, shit. I’m assuming my parents figured I had sex with Oscar-the-Scumbag, but I never outright talked to them about my sex life.
But thinking your daughter fucked her long-term boyfriend is a little different from seeing your spare room floor littered with condom wrappers and her in bed with a stranger.
I scramble out of bed, tugging a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on while Mike starts removing the sheets.
“Go talk to them. I’ll clean up here. Where should I put the laundry?”
I tell him the washing machine is down the hallway as I brush my hair. I hope my mom isn’t furious. I’m 25, I’m allowed to have sex. Wincing, I think of the mess we left of the kitchen. This is their fault for coming home early.
I find my mom in the kitchen cleaning up and I mentally cringe again. Shit. I feel like I’m in high school and about to get in trouble.
When she sees me, she stands and pauses expectantly, as if she wants me to explain myself.
“So, why did you guys come home early?” I don’t bother to tell her anything. I’m more curious to find out why they’re here.
Mom doesn’t look pleased. “If you had checked your text messages or answered your phone, you would have known that your father got food poisoning. We decided to come home.” She arches her eyebrow and gives me a pointed stare. “But it looks like you were too busy to check messages.”
She’s not wrong, and a giggle sneaks out as I think about how ‘busy’ I was.
She glares at me. “You find this funny? I come home and find my house a mess and my daughter in bed with someone I’ve never met—do you even know him?”
Her condescending tone pisses me off. “I know him.”
I decide to keep it simple, not volunteering any information, and leaving my mom to make her assumptions. Mom shakes her head, exasperated, and gestures to the table. “Have a seat. Let’s talk about rules when you house sit in the future.”
Um, she thinks I’m going to help her again? Not with her bitchy attitude. She can pay the neighbor’s kid to get the packages and look after the fish.
“I’m fine standing.”
She keeps cleaning the dishes in the sink, and I can only see her back, but I can tell by her jerky movements that she’s getting more angry. “Don’t be obstinate, young lady, sit.”
“DON’T talk to me like a child!” I snap out.
Goddamnit, she was the one who barged into the room without me telling her to come in. It’s not like I wanted her to catch me in bed with someone.
There’s a clatter in the sink and Mom rounds on me, holding a fork pointed straight at my chest. What the fuck? Is she going to poke me?
I raise my hands up. “Stop, just calm down, Mom. This isn’t a big deal. Mike’s a nice guy, and if you bothered to talk to me instead of threatening me with a fork, you might actually get to meet him.”
My mom pauses with the fork in the air and I get a surreal feeling that I’m watching the scene from above. Suddenly my mom’s arm drops and she looks over my shoulder. Mike’s touch on my arm doesn’t surprise me.
“Willow, I packed our stuff up. Is there anything you need that wasn’t in the bedroom? It’s time to go.”
I smile softly at him, and a stinging in my eyes makes me blink. “No, I’m good. Let’s get out of here.”
When I move towards him, he opens his empty arm that doesn’t have our bags and wraps me up as he walks me to the door. Neither of us say anything to my mother.
I’m quiet for a long time in the car, trying to process everything that happened. Mike drives and stays silent, giving me time to think. I don’t know what the hell that was, but something just became clear to me.
“I think my mom has issues.”
He makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a snort. “Maybe.”
Oh man, my poor therapist at our next session. My head whirls with the possibility that maybe my mom is more fucked up than I previously thought. I don’t want this to ruin my time with Mike.
Wait... “Hey, where are we going?”
He gives me a quick side eye. “Back to my house, if you want to spend the rest of the weekend with me.”
Oooh, his house. Fuck, I do want to spend more time with him, and I want to erase all memory of my mom walking in on us in bed.
“Can you make me mindless so I forget everything?”
The side of his mouth quirks up. “Yeah, I can do that.”
I squeeze his thigh, purposely close to his groin, and reply, “Good,” before settling in and trying to set aside my problems.