Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Willow
There’s no more talking after that.
His mouth comes back to mine, harder this time, every thread of that careful restraint finally snapped.
I drop my head back as he kisses and sucks my neck, pulling groans out of me, stoking the fire inside me that’s been building since he threw that dart at the Rusty Nail and saved me.
But that’s not what this is about.
Because I meant what I said. This has nothing to do with what I owe him and everything to do with how much I want him.
Another groan slips from my mouth as his fingers hook beneath the hem of my shirt.
He moves slowly this time, giving me every chance to stop him, despite the fact that I made it very clear I wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. And that tenderness nearly undoes me more than the dirty words ever could.
No one has ever touched me like this before.
Like I mattered.
Like I was more than a warm body that they could get something from, but instead, something worth being carefully unwrapped.
His gaze never leaves mine as he pulls the shirt over my head and tosses it to the ground somewhere behind him. The hunger in his expression darkens the second he takes in the fact that I’m not wearing a bra.
“Jesus Christ.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but it has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the way he’s looking at me, making me want to show him more.
His hands slide down my arms, leaving trails of fire where his fingertips brush my skin. He stops at my wrists, lacing our fingers together as he walks me backward until I bump up against the rough bark of one of the large pines in his yard.
He lifts my arms and gently pins them up over my head against the tree. The scrape of wood against my palms grounds me even as his huge body presses flush against mine, hot, hard, and overwhelming in the best possible way.
I can feel every ridge of his abs through his shirt, the throbbing length of him trapped in his jeans, pressed between my thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against mine. His breath is coming in rough, uneven pants, as if the effort of holding himself back is all-consuming.
He kisses me then, deeper and slower than before. When he pulls back, there’s a whole new look in his eyes. I don’t have time to make sense of it before he lowers himself to his knees before me.
Cal never breaks eye contact as his hands glide down my sides, over my hips, to the waistband of my shorts. He hesitates, and I lift my hips so he can tug the fabric down my thighs in one smooth motion.
The fresh air hits my soaked center, and I whimper with need.
He takes a moment to look at me, shaking his head with silent admiration before his hands are once more on me. His palms slide up my calves, pulling my legs apart. Reflexively, I squeeze my eyes shut and suck in a breath in anticipation.
“Look at me,” he orders, his voice thick.
I do, and instantly lose myself in the intensity of his stare as he leans in. His lips brush my inner thigh. I shudder as a fresh surge of heat rushes between my legs. His tongue flicks out and presses a hot, teasing stroke along my slick folds.
I cry out, unable to hold back, and once more squeeze my eyes shut as my hands wrap behind me, clinging to the rough bark of the tree to hold myself up as his tongue moves again and again.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my core. “You taste even better than I imagined.” And then he’s there, hungry for more, lapping at me with hot, relentless strokes that have my thighs trembling. One hand finds my ass, pulling me even closer to his face, while his free hand grips my thigh.
When he finds my clit, sucking it gently between his lips while his tongue makes maddeningly slow circles, a broken moan tears from my throat, but I don’t care.
The only thing I care about is him. The scratch of his beard, the wet heat of his mouth, the way he’s humming against me like feasting on me is his greatest pleasure.
His fingers slide inside me. First one, then two, then…three.
Oh God.
They curl into that exact spot that makes my vision darken.
“Cal…please…” I gasp, rocking my hips to meet his fingers. “I’m going to…”
“Come for me, darling,” he growls against me before intensifying his efforts.
His fingers thrust harder, his tongue flicks relentlessly against my clit until the pleasure coils tight in my belly. Too tight.
When I cry out, my back arches off the tree, and my legs almost fail me completely. Only the grip Cal has on me keeps me upright as my orgasm crashes through me, sparks exploding behind my eyelids.
He keeps going, thrusting and licking, riding me through my climax until I’m trembling and oversensitive, wiggling in his grip.
Finally, he lifts his head. His beard and lips are glistening with my juices, and when he meets my eyes, I see the raw possessiveness reflected at me, combined with a tenderness I’ve never seen from a man.
He kisses my inner thigh, and then the other, before rising to his feet and reclaiming my mouth.
I can taste myself on his tongue. I whimper into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, ready for more.
So much more.
Cal
Watching Willow come apart against the tree is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She’s still trembling when I drag my mouth slowly up her body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses from her inner thigh to her hip.
I want to taste every inch of her, but more than that, I need a second to get myself under control before I lose it completely.
Willow tastes sweeter than I could have imagined, with an edge of unexpected spiciness, that’s so very much her, that if I don’t give myself a chance to recover after the way she just lost control for me, I don't think I’ll be able to hold myself together long enough to give her exactly what she needs.
And now that I have this beautiful woman unwrapped in front of me, I’m going to make damned sure she knows how good it can feel to be with a man who wants her for her and not for any other reason.
She’s still trembling beneath me, her chest rising and falling as she works to come back to herself. Not that I’m going to give her much of a chance.
When my lips finally brush hers, she melts into the kiss, a moan slipping from her.
“Do you taste how fucking delicious you are, darling?” She trembles in my grip, and I bite her lower lip a little before I add, “I could stay right here and eat your sweet pussy all day long. But first, I’m going to fuck you until there’s no doubt left in that fiery head of yours about how bad I want you. ”
She moans, and when I pull back, there’s a fresh flash of desire in her eyes.
She reaches for my shirt and tugs. “You’re wearing far too many clothes for a man who talks such a big game.”
I bite back a chuckle and, without hesitation, lift my t-shirt over my head and toss it somewhere behind me. Her eyes widen at the sight of my bare chest.
“That’s better,” she says with a grin and runs her hands over the ridges of my abs, making me groan. I capture both her wrists in one hand as she gets dangerously close to the hard mound in my jeans, straining for release.
“You don’t want me to touch you?”
“Darling, I want nothing more.” I release her long enough to undo my jeans and shove them to the ground, where I quickly step free of them and kick them behind me, leaving me fully exposed to her.
Willow makes a sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan at the sight of me. “You’re so…you’re huge.”
“Damn, girl.” I chuckle and shake my head, taking the opportunity of her distraction to run my hands down her sides once more. “You know how to make a guy feel good about himself.”
She bites her bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth, her eyes still locked on my thick, pulsing, cock currently taking up space between us.
I work my hands up her body, tracing the gentle swell of her breasts with my thumbs. She trembles from my touch, but she still doesn’t take her eyes off my dick.
“Do you plan on staring at it all day, or are you going to give it some of the attention I think we’re both craving?”
“It’s just that I..I never…”
For a moment, I freeze. “Don’t tell me you’ve never—”
“No!” Finally, her eyes lift and meet mine. “I mean…I’ve just never…”
I tangle one hand behind her head and tug her close so I can kiss away whatever these doubts of hers are.
Soon, she’s moaning against my mouth and pressing her body into mine.
“You’ve never been with a real man before, Willow.
Not the way it matters,” I murmur against her lips.
“And your beautiful body has obviously never been worshiped the way it deserves.” She sighs as I continue, “I promise you, darling. Today, that’s all going to change. ”
I mean every word that comes out of my mouth, but what I don’t say, and mean just as much, is that once I’m done with her, she won’t be able to remember anyone who may have come before. The only thing she’ll be able to think about is how good it feels to have my huge cock stuffing her full.
I crush my mouth to hers, harder this time, as I reach under her thigh and hitch her leg up, giving me the access I need.
She gasps as the thick head of my cock presses against her tight, soaking pussy. “Look at me, Willow,” I command. “I want to see your face when I fuck you. I want to see the exact moment you feel what it’s like to be fucked properly.”
My cock’s already leaking, hard and aching, desperate to be inside her, but I wait until she lifts her head and her eyes lock on mine.
I don’t look away as I push into her heat. Slow and deliberate, feeling that first tight, wet stretch as her body opens for me. I watch her face carefully as a soft gasp escapes her lips. I keep up my relentless press, hardly giving her body a chance to accommodate my thick girth.
Her pupils blow wide when I bottom out.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my forehead dropping to hers for a second. “Do you feel that? Feel how good you take me. You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”
I stay like that for a beat longer until I feel her hips twitch, and then the very tentative grip I have on my control completely evaporates. I start to move.
Long deep strokes that pull me almost all the way out before slamming back inside her, each thrust designed to make her feel every inch of me.
I lift her other leg, so she’s off the ground completely, giving me a different angle. A deeper one.
She cries out when I fill her, and her ankles cross behind my back, pinning me in place.
“God, you’re fucking perfect.” She arches into my touch as I reach for her breast and roll her nipple between my fingers.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this?
Thought about how it would feel to have those long legs wrapped around me just like this while I fuck you until you can’t think? ”
I lean in, teeth grazing her jaw. “You’ve been thinking about it, too,” I say, knowing damn well she has. “Thinking about how it would feel to have me filling you up, ruining you for any other.”
She groans as I keep my relentless pace, driving into her over and over. Her nails dig into my shoulders, a silent fuck, yes. I shift my angle, driving even harder so the head of my cock hits the sensitive, spongy spot inside her with every thrust.
She cries out, her back bowing off the tree. I can feel the exact moment her body tightens, the wet heat flooding my shaft as she gets closer to the point of no return.
I slip one hand between us, my fingers finding the tight bundle of nerves that I know will make her explode. My fingers rub in slow, firm circles until she starts trembling in my arms.
“Cal, I’m going to…”
“Fuck yes, you are,” I growl. “Come for me. Come so hard you can’t think of anything but how good it feels to have my cock splitting you open and filling you up.
” I thrust deeper, harder, each stroke driving her further.
“You’ll never be able to think of another man again, darling.
Never take another cock without knowing what it feels like to have mine. ” She groans, only barely holding on.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Only you. Only yours.”
“Only. Fucking. Mine.”
I punctuate every word with a pump, each harder than the last, until she breaks apart.
Her inner muscles clamp down on me like a vise as she screams my name into the trees. It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my life, and it’s my total undoing.
I follow her over the edge only seconds later, groaning low as I push deep, filling her with thick hot pulses, while she milks every drop out of me.
We stay locked that way, her in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder, her body boneless and limp as I hold her and let her recover from the wildest climax of her life.
Slowly, reality seeps back in. The sound of the birds in the trees, the gentle breeze on my back, reminding me we’re up against a tree in my front yard, completely naked, having just fucked out in the open where anyone could see, if anyone bothered coming this far up the mountain.
Even if they did, I wouldn’t care.
I slowly lower her to her feet, waiting until she’s steady before I release her. She leans back against the tree, breathing hard, her lips swollen from my kisses, her hair a tangled mess from my hands. I've never seen anyone more beautiful.
Her eyes are still glazed when she looks up at me, like she can't quite believe what just happened. The look in her eyes hits me harder than the orgasm did because this was never supposed to happen.
I was supposed to keep my distance. I was supposed to get her through this mess with Hatch and then send her safely back down the mountain before either of us got too attached to something that could never be.
Attachment only ever led one place. And it was never good.
Instead, I still have the taste of her on my tongue, her nail marks burning into my shoulders where she gripped me.
I reach out to brush a strand of hair back from her face. “You okay?”
She nods her head. “Yeah.”
But there’s hesitation there, too. An uncertainty that I’ve never seen in her sassy, confident face before, like she’s trying to figure out if this changes anything between us.
It shouldn’t. After all, it was only supposed to be sex. A release.
“Only you.” Her words replay in my mind. “Only yours.”
And then even more damning, my own admission.
“Only. Fucking. Mine.”
That wasn’t supposed to happen. None of it was.
But, standing naked against a damn tree in my front yard, my cock still vibrating from the most satisfying release I’ve ever had, it’s impossible to deny.
This woman has worked her way completely under my skin in only a few days, and that’s a very real problem. Because instead of turning around and walking away from her the way I should, all I want to do is tug her toward me and do it all over.