29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Phoenix
“Kiss it,” I tell her.
Willow looks up at me from her knees with lips parted. The sight of her there nearly finishes me off before she even touches me.
For years, I’ve paid attention to her mouth. I’ve watched her talk, laugh, bite her lip over lyrics, and sing under her breath in studios, always wondering what that mouth would feel like around my cock.
But I’m no longer thinking.
“Fuck,” I breathe, because it’s all I have.
She leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the tip of my dick. But my cock pulses so hard I have to stop myself from pushing forward. She is doing it on purpose. The same way I teased her.
“More,” I say, my voice completely gone. “Kiss it the way I kissed your pussy, Wills. I have thought about your mouth on my cock for so fucking long that it made me insane. I want to watch you take all of it now and look at me while you do.”
Her tongue slides over the head of my cock and a groan tears itself out of me.
“Fuck, Wills.”
She circles her tongue around the tip, eyes locked on mine the whole time. The sight of her looking at me like that while her mouth works me over nearly brings me to my knees.
My fingers curl through her hair because I need something solid while she takes her time dismantling me one slow lick at a time.
“That’s it,” I breathe, watching her tongue tease the slit, gathering the moisture there. “Do that again.”
She does, slower this time.
My hips jerk forward involuntarily, causing my hand to tighten in her hair. The sound that comes out of me is rough and wrecked. Nothing like the man who performs everything.
Her eyes flash up to mine, dark and satisfied, and she knows exactly what she is doing.
She takes the tip into her mouth and every coherent thought I have ever had leaves my body at once.
“Fuck.” My head drops back for a second before I force it back down because I am not missing a single second of this. Not one. “Your fucking mouth, Wills.”
She takes more of me—her tongue pressing along the underside of my cock. The sensation moves through me like a current, hot and relentless, causing my cock to throb against her tongue.
“Open wider,” I say. “I want to feel the back of your throat.”
She obeys and I feed myself into her mouth slowly, inch by inch, watching every second. Her mouth stretches around my cock, her tongue working beneath me, and when I slide in deeper her eyes water just slightly and my control cracks straight down the center.
“Jesus,” I grit out. “That fucking mouth.”
I have had women on their knees for me more times than I can count. Groupies in dressing rooms, hotels, and tour buses, chicks with glossy lips. All of them are eager to make a story out of me. I let them because it was easy and because nothing mattered.
Sometimes I closed my eyes and imagined the mouth was Willow’s. And even then, it never felt right. Because it was never her.
“That’s it,” I grit out. “Fuck, just like that. Take it all.”
Willow takes me deeper and when I graze the back of her throat she gags softly around me.
My eyes close for half a second before I force them open again.
I pull back slowly. The tip of my cock rests against her lips. She looks up at me with those dark eyes and her mouth parted. I have never in my life wanted anything the way I want her right now.
A string of saliva stretches between her lips and my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Look at that.”
I push back into her mouth. Her lips close around me, warm and tight, and she sucks as I slide deeper, working me with a focus that makes my thighs shake.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now? Your mouth around my cock, eyes watering, looking up at me like that.” My thumb strokes her cheek. “Best thing I have ever seen in my life.”
I pull back, feeling every inch of her mouth dragging over me, then push forward again, deeper this time, and her moan vibrates around my cock and my hand tightens in her hair involuntarily.
“You are so fucking good,” I grit out, watching myself glide between her lips. “Your mouth is everything I imagined.”
She sucks harder on the next pull back and my hips jerk forward before I can stop them. She takes it. Takes me.
“Christ,” I say, staring down at her. “I want to fuck your face.”
She pulls back just enough to breathe, her lips swollen. “Do it.”
“Willow.”
She holds my gaze and there is only want in her eyes.
I grip her hair firmly. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much. I mean it.”
She nods once before she opens her mouth for me again.
Fuck, this woman.
I guide myself between her lips, slow at first, the wet heat of her mouth closing around me, and my jaw locks at the sensation. Her mouth takes my cock, tight and perfect, as I push deeper.
Then I start to move.
The first thrust is controlled. The drag of her mouth around my cock is so good that my thighs shake with the effort of holding back.
The second is deeper. Her throat tightens around the tip and my whole body shudders.
The third lets out a muffled sound from her throat that completely unravels the last polite thought in my head.
Her hands grip my thighs, nails biting into my skin. When her throat relaxes around me, I completely lose it.
I fuck her mouth harder and deeper.
My hand holds her where I need her and my hips find a rhythm that has her swallowing around me and my vision blurring.
The wet heat of her mouth is everywhere.
Her lips are tight around my shaft and her tongue works the underside of my dick with every thrust. Saliva slicks over my cock and shines on her lips.
Tears gather in her eyes but she keeps looking at me through them while taking me.
She keeps making that broken little moan around my cock that vibrates straight up my spine and makes my hips snap forward harder.
“You like the taste of my cock, Wills,” I say, voice shot to shit.
She moans around me and my whole body shudders so hard I nearly lose my footing.
“Yeah you fucking do.” I pull back enough for her to breathe for a second, then push back in. “Show me how fucking much you love my cock.”
She rises higher on her knees and takes me again. Deeper this time. Hungrier. Her mouth working me with a desperation that matches mine.
I fuck her mouth like a madman.
My hips drive forward in a rhythm I cannot control anymore.
My hand fisted in her hair holds her exactly where I need her and the wet heat of her mouth around my cock is so good it borders on pain.
Every thrust punches a groan out of me. Every pull back makes me chase it, makes me drive forward again harder, chasing that sensation with everything I have.
The pleasure builds from the base of my spine, hot, heavy, and inevitable. I can feel it gathering and coiling.
“Fuck. Wills, I’m going to…”
She moans around me and takes me deeper.
My hips stutter, drive forward one last time, burying myself deep as the orgasm tears through me. I groan a sound I have never made for anyone and I pulse hot down her throat—once, twice, then again—holding her there while my cock spills everything I have into her.
The pleasure is blinding. Each pulse wringing another groan out of me. My thighs shakes, my hand trembles in her hair, and my cock throbs with every wave.
“Swallow it,” I command her. “Take it all like the dirty girl you are.”
Her throat moves around me.
When the orgasm has moved through me, I pull back slowly, dragging through her lips, and slide back in, feeling every last sensation, milking the final drops from me until I am completely empty, shaking, and barely standing.
I glance down at her. She’s wrecked, beautiful, and mine.
“Fuck, Wills,” I breathe. “Fuck.”
Something cracks open in my chest that has nothing to do with the pleasure still moving through me.
I could have had this years ago. I could have loved her the way she deserved to be loved instead of fucking my way through every city on every tour, trying to outrun the fact that she was the only one who ever made me feel something.
I kept telling myself I was protecting her from me, that a man like me would wreck a woman like her.
But the ugly truth is that I was protecting myself from loving her so completely that losing her would finish me when she finally realized who I am.
And I still almost lost her anyway.
The words are right there, sitting in my chest where they have lived for years, growing heavier every time she looks at me.
Tell her you love her. Say it. You coward. Fucking say it.
But they don’t come out.
I lean forward, cup her face in my hands, and kiss her with everything I can’t say out loud yet. Her mouth opens under mine and she makes a sound against my lips that does things to my chest that I am not ready to examine.
I pull her up against me. Her body is warm and soft and her eyes are still dark and wanting.
“You are fucking perfect,” I say against her lips.
I walk her toward the bathroom, my hands on her waist, my mouth on her throat, already thinking about the tiles, the hot water, and her back against the wall as my cock is deep inside her.
At least I can give her that.
It may not be the words that sit in my chest. But it is everything I know how to give her right now. And I’m going to give it to her until she cannot stand it. Until she knows without words that she is it for me.
That she has always been it for me and I’ve been too much of a coward to ever tell her.