10. Chapter 10
The amount of trust she’s given me already is humbling. And I’ve barely begun.
I’m honestly still having a hard time with the fact that Willow— gorgeous, sexy-as-fuck Willow— is in my bed right now.
I’ve always been a little more demanding in the bedroom—when I had time for sex, that is—but this feels different. I’m not being dominant for my sake; I’m doing it for hers.
So she can get out of her head and really enjoy this. I don’t know if this is a one-off or not, so I want to make it the best I possibly can for her. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t restrain a partner because of some deep-seeded issues, but that’s not something I need to think about right now.
God, I hope it’s not a one-off.
I don’t think I could continue to help her with her book and act like nothing happened between us.
I refocus on her pert nipples, seeing them turning a deep shade of red. The abused flesh shows me exactly how much I’ve worked her over.
Moving both hands down her rib cage again, I hook my fingers in the side of her panties, slowly dragging them over her ass. Her eyes flicker down for a second—looking at my jean-clad dick, I’m sure. But what she doesn’t know is I need the barrier. I need the two layers of fabric separation so I don’t blow my fucking load in two minutes flat. She’s too tempting, too beautiful, too submissive. My control is hanging on by a thread, and I’m not sure she’s ready for how depraved I can be.
I need to keep my shit together. And I meant it when I said I wanted to get her out of her head. I can’t imagine how hard it is to just clear her head, if she ever does.
Peeling her panties down her legs, I see a little strip of hair leading to such a pretty pussy, glistening with arousal, ready and waiting for me to show it real pleasure.
“This all for me, Trouble?” I brush my fingertip down the strip of hair to her clit, dipping down further and barely pressing inside of her.
Her hands move over her head, forcing me to pin them down with my other hand. I arch my eyebrow at her again, making sure she understands this is how I want her.
At her frantic nod, I continue my teasing.
She may have started this, but I sure as hell intend to be the one to finish it. I pull my finger out of her, circling her clit once, twice, before pulling away completely. Her jaw drops open, and frustration flares in her eyes.
“Close your mouth. I promise I’ll make you feel good. Your wrists still feel okay?” I ask, making sure to check in frequently. This is a first for her, and I want to make sure she feels safe the entire time.
“Yes.” She whimpers her answer because I thrust two fingers into her at the same time.
“Good.” I keep a steady pace, holding eye contact the whole time. She looks and feels like she’s close, and fuck if I don’t want to make her come this quickly. But I have other plans.
From the moment she kissed me, I knew I wanted to tease her the way she’s been unconsciously teasing me for weeks. Cruel? Maybe. Logical? Definitely not.
But the world isn’t fair, and I will wring every ounce of pleasure out of her by the time I’m done. It just might take a while to get there.
It also doesn’t help that I know for a fact my stamina will be shit once I finally take my pants off, so this is also my way of compensating for that.
I feel the clench of muscles and wrench my hand away from her, bringing my fingers up to my mouth and licking them clean. Tilting my head back, I sigh in pleasure. She tastes fucking amazing, better than I even imagined.
“Eyes on me.” Her breathy voice reaches my ears, and I smirk.
Trouble, indeed.
She matches me tit for tat at every turn.
I’ve never had a woman be at this level, never had someone challenge me in this way. And I have to say, I’m fucking obsessed.
“You feeling a little frustrated?” I tease, waiting a couple of minutes before going back to her sweet-as-fuck pussy.
Edging is one of my favorite tools. It works a person up so much in such a short amount of time and usually ends with a very powerful orgasm. For Willow, I think it will draw her out of her head more and turn her focus to when her orgasm will be coming.
Her teeth grit together, not answering me. That’s fine. It’s written all over her face.
Squeezing her wrists with my hand, my other moves to her clit. I feel it pulse beneath my fingers, and my cock somehow gets harder. Pre-cum wets my boxers, making it uncomfortable, but I won’t make a move to strip. Not yet.
I move my finger to her entrance, sliding it in effortlessly. Pumping it a few times, I move it back up to her clit and circle in confident movements. I make sure to watch her reactions, seeing where specifically it feels good for her, and I hone in on that area. Switching back to fingering her, I alternate both for a few minutes until I can feel her clench up again. I pull my hand back again, and Willow growls at me.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She tries to arch her hips up, but I pin her down again.
“I did say I was going to get you out of your head. How am I doing so far?”
“You’re pissing me the fuck off.”
I bite my lip in an attempt to stave off the smile she evokes. I don’t want to tell her I think I’ve been pretty successful in my endeavors, but I do know she won’t be able to withstand much more. It’s a fine line between being sexually frustrated and just completely done with the moment, and if I try for one more edge, I know she’ll be done. And that’s the opposite of what I want.
I bend down, dragging my nose along her cheek.
“You’re doing so fucking good for me, Trouble. So good. I promise it’ll be worth it,” I whisper.
I pull back in time to watch her eyes flutter shut, so I take the opportunity to steal a kiss. I miss her lips, and I want one more taste before I’m occupied for a minute.
“I want you to keep your hands above your head. Can you do that for me?” I ask when I pull back.
She nods once more, so I gently let go of them. “They still feel okay?” Another nod.
Sitting back on my knees, I visually peruse her for a moment. Drinking in the image once more of her, naked and restrained for me.
I move my hands under her thighs and shove them up toward her chest before leaning down and wrapping my lips around her clit.
Her musky flavor explodes on my tongue, and I thrust my hips into the bed out of necessity. Groaning, I let her see too much of my vulnerabilities, see how much she’s affecting me.
“Oh fuck,” I hear her whisper, and it makes me feral.
My hand moves of its own accord, thrusting two fingers inside of her as I keep sucking her clit.
It takes three thrusts, and she explodes. Her orgasm seems to last forever, but it might just be how lost in her I am. She tightens around me so hard I can’t help but picture my cock there instead, and my hips press hard into the mattress, trying to get any relief I can.
Incoherent words and screams from Willow’s mouth only make me want her more. When her hands grab my shaggy hair, pushing me away, it breaks me out of the haze, making me lean back, removing my fingers from her.
Her chest rises and lowers with each pant. I grab her hands that are still tied up with her bra and carefully extract them. Once she’s free, I check her wrists to look for any marks or bruising and find she’s clear.
“You are a fucking God, James,” she tries to say through her breathy pants.
“And I haven’t even fucked you yet,” I counter, hiding the insecurities her words bring to the surface.
I stand up, finally stripping out of my jeans and boxers. Pumping my cock a couple of times, I walk around to the nightstand where I put condoms a couple of weeks ago. I was hopeful while never actually thinking this would happen. But damn am I fucking glad for my optimism.
Her head turns as she tracks my movements. She finally gets a good view of what I’m packing, and her eyes widen.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
“Don’t worry. You’re nice and wet for me. You’ll be able to take it all.”
Her thighs close—trying to find some relief, I assume—as I open the foil square and roll it down my cock.
I stand back, letting my eyes trail along her body. My mind is trying to decide how to take her. Do I take full control again? Or is she out of her head enough to take her own control?
I decide to let her make the decision instead.
“How do you want your next orgasm, Trouble? You want to ride me so you hit your G-spot just right? You want me to pound into you from behind and make it so deep it almost hurts?”
Her eyes flash at the last suggestion, and I waste no time. I flip her hips over, yanking them back to the edge of the bed. She turns her head to look at me, pure lust shining in them. I smack her ass hard before lining up and plunging in.
There is no warm-up. We don’t need one.
Instead, I plunge all the way to the hilt in one steady thrust as my hands grip her hips so hard I know they’ll bruise. But that’s something I’ll have to deal with later.
“Fuck, Will,” I breath out. She feels unreal, so wet and tight. I know I was right to edge the shit out of her. I’m afraid I won’t last long enough to make it really worth it for her. That’s not to say she’ll go without—I’ll make sure she doesn’t.
“Oh my God, James,” she wails into the mattress.
It spurs me on, and I set a relentless pace.
James.Something about the fact that she says my first name has me on the cusp in seconds. Reaching around, I slide my fingers over her clit. Her whimper lets me know she’s sensitive, so I might be able to get her there with me.
I circle it a few times as I get closer and closer. Her pussy clenches against my cock, drawing up my balls tight and sending tingles up my spine.
Pinching her clit hard, I close my eyes and pray that does it because on the next thrust, I’m coming. I couldn’t hold back for anything.
Her hips tilt and thrust back on me as her hands grip the sheets hard. She’s coming. Thank God. The tight undulation of her pussy sends me completely over, and I moan into the abyss.
I thrust once more, holding myself inside of her, not ready for it to be over yet.
Worthy. That’s how she makes me feel right this second.
Squeezing her hips once more, I gently grip the base of my dick with the condom and pull out. I feel the loss immediately, and it’s like the sun is behind the clouds. Her hips collapse onto the bed, and I gently rub the globes of her ass.
“You okay, Will?” Concern instantly floods me, unsure if I took this too far.
“So. Fucking. Good.” Her voice comes out in a staccato groan, making me smile.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” I wait for her nod of confirmation before moving to my bathroom to remove the condom. I grab the washcloth and turn on the water, making sure it’s warm before wetting it.
Making my way back to Willow, I’m struck by the fact that I feel light. The heaviness that’s usually surrounding me has temporarily given way to an airiness I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before.
Willow is in the same spot that I left her, so I spread her legs a little and run the washcloth over her, making sure she’s clean before tossing it into the corner. Lying down next to her, I pull her pliable body to mine.
“I think you broke me,” she groans.
“I’d say I accomplished what I set out to then, no?”
She half-ass slaps my chest, and A bark of laughter escapes me.
“You sure you’re doing, okay? I wasn’t too rough?” I’m almost positive I wasn’t because I watched her reactions like a hawk, but I never want to assume. Talking to her about it after is a way for both of us to ensure we got what we wanted.
“I’ve never had sex like that before. Which is probably why I never really loved having sex, because I could never get out of my head enough to let go and orgasm. I’m usually thinking about the next book idea, what kind of character my partner would be in my books…”
She’s rambling, but I let her. Sex can be cathartic as hell.
“I— That— Holy shit, James that was … everything,” she stutters out.
“I’m glad you liked it,” I say softly, stroking my hand up her spine.
“Is that your usual style? Like, are you always dominant like that?”
“Yes and no. I always feel like this, but there are women who aren’t into it and that’s fine. I don’t push my wants on someone if they don’t want it. But what we just did? That is my preference.”
“The tying up?”
“It’s not so much the restraining; it’s the control over your pleasure. I like bringing kink into the bedroom because it usually draws the focus away from the act, if that makes sense. You focus less on whether you look right, are placed right, are you actually going to come, and focus more on your senses.” I know I’m not explaining myself right, but she has my head so blissfully blank it’s the best I can do right now. I also won’t tell her she’s the only woman I’ve been with and haven’t had tied up the entire time. Ever since that incident so long ago, I’ve never been with a woman I haven’t tied up.
“I liked the tying up,” she whispers.
“Then I’ll keep tying you up.” I press a kiss to her temple.
She lets out a content sigh, and my heart explodes with accomplishment.
I did this to her. And if she lets me, I’ll keep doing it as often as she wants.
I wake up with a start, disoriented.
I feel the weight of Willow on my chest, and everything we did rushes to my head.
And then my phone rings. Must be what woke me up. I don’t even remember falling asleep, just pulling out the lasagna before climbing back into bed with Willow and feeling content for the first time in maybe forever. I clumsily reach over to the nightstand, feeling for the offending object, hoping I don’t wake up Willow.
I finally find it, seeing it’s one a.m. and that Woodcroft is calling me.
Fuck.
“What?” I answer quietly, checking to make sure Willow’s still asleep.
“Sorry it’s so late, man.”
I don’t answer him, just wait for him to tell me why he called.
“Look, I know you don’t want to talk about Tennison or the case, but I think you need to know this.” I stiffen instantly. “He’s been seen in Shreveport, Louisiana. Looks like he’s traveling west and closer to Texas.”
“But we don’t know any of that for sure,” I tell him, making sure to keep my voice quiet.
“Oak, it’s a credible source. I just want you to be aware—nothing more, nothing less.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“I’m just concerned because he always seemed to have a hard-on for you, so I want you to be careful, keep your eyes open.”
“I get it, I do, Wood, but I’ll be fine. I’ll be diligent as I usually am. I promise.” I’m not sure if it was the mind-obliterating sex with Willow, but I know he’s just trying to look out for me. I was probably way too hard on him when he came to talk to me. But that’s a conversation for a day I don’t have this gorgeous woman in my bed.
“I just worry about you,” he says quietly.
“I know. I appreciate it. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Sounds good. Sorry to wake you up. I forget you’re not used to the calls at all hours.”
“All good, Wood. Night.”
“Night.”
I hang up and stare at the ceiling. I don’t like that Tennison seems to be moving closer to Texas, but as of right now, we have no reason to believe he knows where I’m at. I’ll stay vigilant.
The day and the epic sex is catching up to me, though.
My eyes get heavy as I check on Willow one more time. My mind’s not focusing on my past life, despite the phone call. I start dozing easily, not even remembering when I fell asleep again. But it’s the best sleep I’ve had in over a year, and I have a feeling it’s all thanks to Will.