31. Chapter Thirty-One #2
Her eyes narrow. “You know what I want.”
“Yeah.” I kiss down the center of her chest. “I know exactly what you want.”
I bite the soft skin beneath her breast.
She gasps.
I drag my mouth over her stomach, my tongue following, my teeth catching near her hip because I need marks. I need evidence. I need to see myself on her skin in ways that don’t hurt her but still tell the truth about tonight.
I reach up and drag her underwear down over her legs, then pull them over her ankles and toss them behind me.
I get to my feet and strip everything off. Jeans. Shirt. All of it gone in seconds.
She is bare on the floor, knees pressed together, cheeks flushed.
I wrap my hand around my cock and let her watch.
“Spread your legs, Wills. Let me see that pussy I’m about to take.”
Her knees part.
I groan. The sound is dragged out of me by the sight of her—bare, wet, and open for me—glistening in the dim light of the apartment.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Every single time.”
I drop to my knees between her thighs, still stroking and staring.
“You have no idea,” I say, “what you do to me.”
I gaze down at her pussy and my mind goes blank.
Wet and swollen and right there. And still, every time I look at it, it fucking hits me like it’s the first time. Something I could sink my cock into and never want to find my way out of.
My hand tightens around my cock and I stroke it, because not having the friction there is doing my fucking head in.
I raise my eyes to her. “Are you on birth control, Wills?”
Her eyes search mine. “Yes.”
“Good.” My eyes drop back to between her thighs. “Please tell me I can fuck you bare. I’ve never fucked anyone bare and I want that with you.”
Something moves across her face.
“Phoenix.” Her voice is wrecked. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
My mouth curves into that smirk. The one she hates. The one she secretly loves.
I line her up, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness, dragging it first through her folds, seeing how soaked she already is.
I watch her face as I line my cock near her entrance and slide into her bare for the first fucking time in my life.
She is warm, tight and perfect. Her cunt closes around me as I push in slowly and the sensation of it is so overwhelming that I have to stop halfway and breathe through my teeth just to survive it.
Her mouth falls open.
Her eyes stay on mine.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Willow.”
I slide all the way in.
The sensation hits me so hard that I have to close my eyes and breathe through it. Every muscle in my body goes rigid with the effort not to lose it right here.
She is hot and slick and so fucking tight I nearly lose it on the first thrust. I quickly think of something else to stop me from blowing my load.
Damon’s face. Jax talking with his mouth full. Tax returns.
Anything that doesn’t involve Willow under me and the way her body is gripping my cock.
I take a deep breath and pull back slowly. I experience every inch of her drag against me and my breath comes out ragged and unsteady.
Then I drive back in, causing her to cry out. Her cry is loud, broken, and perfect.
I set a rhythm that is deep, dirty and unhurried because I am not rushing this. My hips roll into hers, my cock filling her completely on every thrust, pulling back until just the tip remains inside her before driving forward again.
The wet heat of her is doing things to my cock that are going to be a problem if I don’t stay focused.
I thrust deeper and harder.
She gasps and her nails find my arms.
“That’s it,” I grit out, hips rolling forward again. “Feel every fucking inch of me, Wills.”
My hand slides to the front of her throat. Not tight. Just enough for her to perceive it and grasp its meaning. Mine.
Her eyes go dark and her pussy clenches around my cock so hard I have to grit my teeth.
“You fucking love that, don’t you,” I say, watching her face.
Her lips part, cheeks flushed, that stubborn mouth of hers soft and open. The mouth I want wrapped around my cock every time I fucking look at it.
“Shut up,” she breathes.
I thrust deep and hear her moan. Hearing what I do to her does things to me I cannot name. It makes me want to wreck her completely and take care of every piece of the wreckage at the same time.
I groan and drive in harder.
The sound of us fills the apartment. Skin against skin. The obscene wet sound of my cock moving inside her. Her moans get so much louder with every thrust as my hips snap forward with more force now, finding angles that make her scream.
“Fuck,” I grit out, watching her face. “You feel incredible.”
I pull back until only the tip of me is inside her.
“Phoenix…” She whimpers.
“Yeah.” I drive back in—deep and hard. “This is my pussy. Every wet fucking inch of it. And I am going to fuck it until you cannot remember a time when it wasn’t mine.”
Her thighs lift and wrap around my hips, pulling me in. The two of us move together with a rhythm that seems inevitable, as if every year we didn’t fuck like this was just time we were too stupid to get here.
“I want you to ride me, baby.” My voice drops low. “I want to watch you take my cock and use it until you come all over it.”
I grip her waist and flip us in one move. My back hits the floor. I pull her with me so she lands straddling my hips while my cock is still buried inside her.
She gasps at the way I fill her differently from this angle.
I put my hands behind my head and watch her.
Bare chest. Flushed cheeks. Hair falling around her shoulders. My cock inside her with nothing between us.
“Go on, then, Wills,” I say, my mouth curving. “Show me what you’ve got.”