26. Chapter Twenty-Six #2
“Liar.” I kiss closer, letting my breath ghost over where she is already soaked, causing her thighs to tremble on either side of my face. “You have been hiding from me since you were old enough to understand what I made you feel.”
Her whole body shudders.
I smile against her skin because I’m still me and making Willow shake has always been the only religion that made sense to my fucked-up soul.
“Cocky bastard,” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I lick once through her folds, and her hips jerk clean off the bed. Her flavor hits my tongue and my eyes damn near roll back. “But you’re wet for the cocky bastard.”
Her moan hits me like a drug, better than any pill I have ever swallowed.
I grip her hips, holding her still.
She squirms against my hands and I tighten my grip because I know what she wants. Fuck, I want it too. My mouth is right there and every part of me—cock included—wants to give it to her fast and dirty and right now.
But instead, I kiss her clit. It’s soft and tender. Just my lips closing around her. She pulses there, hot and frantic, against my mouth. Her whole body is wound so tight and trembling. Her whole body jolts.
I seal my mouth over her again and slide my tongue flat across her clit learning what makes her hips fight my hands. Then I circle it with filthy little movements, feeling her thighs shake against my shoulders.
She moans. It’s long, broken, and loud enough that she’ll be embarrassed about it tomorrow.
Not a single fucking thing about this embarrasses me.
“Fuck,” she breathes.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur against her pussy, the words coming out before I can stop them.
She has always been mine. Every version of her. I’ve just spent years being too much of a pussy to say it out loud.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, hard enough to pull. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”
I lift my head and meet her gaze.
“I mean it.” My mouth is wet from her and my voice is wrecked beyond repair. “You hear me?”
Her chest heaves.
I lower my mouth and suck her clit.
Her back arches off the bed.
I groan against her pussy, taking my time. I eat her pussy like a man with a debt to pay and no interest in leaving until the account is empty and she has nothing left to give.
My tongue moves over her clit in slow filthy strokes, learning the pressure that makes her hips chase me.
Then I pull back just enough to make her work for it.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, then flatten it out and drag it through her slow enough to make her curse.
I suck her clit back into my mouth and hold it there, tongue flicking fast and relentless until her thighs are shaking on either side of my head and her fingers in my hair are pulling hard enough to hurt.
I let it fucking hurt. Pain has always turned me on.
I listen for the catch in her breath when I circle her just right. The sharp little inhale that tells me I’ve found something she didn’t mean to give away. The way her thighs tense before she tries to hold herself together.
I remember it all. I’m not leaving until I know every single piece.
“Let go,” I say against her pussy, lips brushing her clit with every word.
“I am trying to.”
“No.” I slide one finger inside her and her walls close around me like a fucking fist. She is so wet that my finger slides in easily and I have to clench my jaw against the groan that wants to come out because my cock registers the sensation and makes its desire known.
“You’re trying to stay in control. Different thing. ”
“You are so fucking annoying,” she says.
I add another finger. Curling them. Searching until I find the spot that makes her breath hitch and her thighs clamp around my head. Then I stay right fucking there.
Her pussy tightens around my fingers so hard I have to grind my hips against the mattress just to take the edge off. My cock is throbbing. It’s furious at being ignored.
I seal my mouth back over her clit and suck, while my fingers work inside her, curling and pressing, learning the rhythm that makes her hips roll against my face.
I lick her slow when she gets close and speed up when she tries to chase it, because I want her absolutely out of her mind before I let her come.
Her breathing begins to break apart.
She pulls at my hair, hard, both hands now, fistfuls of it. She yanks my mouth tighter against her pussy as she fucks my face like she has forgotten every reason she ever had to be careful with me.
The sting of it makes me groan straight into her.
The vibration makes her cry out.
“That’s it,” I say to her, rough and filthy, meaning every word. “Give it to me, Wills. All of it. Every fucking piece.”
“Phoenix,” she gasps.
I lift my eyes.
She is watching me. Her cheeks are flushed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her hips rolling against my face.
Her tits are heaving with every ragged breath, her stomach contracting every time my tongue hits the right spot.
She is so fucking beautiful like this that it physically hurts to look at her.
This woman has no idea how dangerous she is.
Her orgasm builds under my tongue and I experience every sensation of it. The flutter of her pussy around my fingers, getting tighter, wetter, and hotter. The way her breathing goes ragged as she tries to pull back from the edge.
I hold her hips down and keep going.
My tongue is flat and relentless against her clit, as my fingers curl inside her, finding that spot and working it without mercy.
“Come for me, Wills.”
God, I love her so fucking much that it drives me insane.
“Come on my mouth,” I say, voice vibrating against her pussy. “I want it. I want you losing control all over me because you know I’m not going anywhere after. Not this time. Not ever again.”
Her moan breaks open the room as she comes hard. Her hips lift off the bed against my hands and her thighs clamp around my head. Her fingers fist in my hair so tight that my eyes water and I don’t move a single fucking inch.
Her pussy pulses around my fingers, her whole body shakes with it.
I keep my mouth on her clit through every wave. Softer now. Gentler. Dragging every last pulse out of her until she is trembling and swearing and her thighs are twitching against my shoulders until she has nothing left to give me.
I ease off. Little kisses against the inside of her thigh. Her hip. The soft skin of her lower stomach. She is still shaking beneath me—wrecked, flushed, and so fucking beautiful that I have to close my eyes for a second just to survive the sight of her.
Mine, every stupid piece of me says and for once I am not running from it.