25. Willow
Twenty Five
Willow
W illow felt a whispery tickle on her face. She cracked open her eyes ever so slowly to find a furry face staring back at her.
“Good morning, Buffy.” She wrinkled her nose as the cat yawned, releasing the stench of warm tuna.
She gently pushed the cat off her chest and onto the floor so she could stretch her arms up over her head. That was when she realized that Gage’s arm was heavily draped over her torso.
His voice was a deep purr. “It was nice waking up next to a pretty girl, but rather risky of you to fall asleep next to a vampire. I could’ve had my way with you while you were asleep.”
“Maybe that was what I was hoping for.” Willow grinned and rolled her head to the side to look at him.
His hair was messy with strands falling in his face and he looked comfortably sunken into his pillow with the blanket pulled halfway down, revealing his bare chest. She took a closer look at his rosary tattoo and used her finger to trace it. She started at his collarbone and followed the black beads of ink around his neck, following the curves that made it look as if he’d quickly tossed it on, down to the cross that was resting on his left pectoral. It was intricately drawn, with red vines wrapped around a black iron cross, and shading to give it a three-dimensional look.
She could feel his breath catch as she outlined the cross and was curious about what else she could do to him.
She continued her tracing, leaving the tattoo to slide her hand down lower on his chest, tracing small circles as she made her way down his abdomen. She noticed small goosebumps as she lightly dragged her nails over his abs, which were still surprisingly defined in his relaxed state. Her hand took on a mind of its own as she reached the top of his grey boxer briefs and slid her finger down the gap that was halfway open due to his erection. Using her nails again, she inserted her pointer finger underneath the fabric and traced a delicate line down his hardening cock. This time, his breath caught audibly as he gasped at the sensation.
She felt her confidence rise as he rolled over so he was flat on his back to allow her complete access to his body. Following his cue, she stuck her hand into his underwear and gripped his length softly as her other hand removed the rest of the covers. She began stroking him, her underwear almost soaked through at the feeling of his length. Her insides tingled as she imagined herself climbing on top of him and inserting that monstrous member into her tightness, but she wasn’t ready to give up her torment just yet.
She sat up and pulled his cock out of his underwear to take in its full extent. She bent down to bring it closer to her face and slowly brushed his tip against her lips, savoring the frustrated sigh that escaped him.
“Do you want me to suck it?” She asked, making sure that she was close enough to him that her breath could be felt on his throbbing head .
He ran a hand through her hair and looked at her in a way that would have made her knees weak if she were standing. “I would love nothing more than to watch your pretty little mouth wrap around me.”
A smile curved that pretty mouth, and she moved her hand to his base. She slowly inserted his tip between her lips, caressing it with her tongue as it sunk further into her mouth. His size almost choked and she felt her saliva begin to seep out of the corners of her mouth as she tasted and sucked on him like he was the greatest lollipop that was ever created. The sounds of her slurping and sucking filled the room and only managed to make her wetter. The size of him filled not only her mouth, but also her mind as she only focused on his taste, her sounds, and the feeling of his hand tangled in and pulling on her hair.
His hips thrusted up and he pushed deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She removed her hand from his base and allowed him to thrust all the way in, surprising herself at her ability to fully take him. She couldn’t breathe, and involuntary tears were welling at the corner of her eyes, but she loved it. She loved the feeling of him filling her mouth, but the emptiness of her center began to creep into her thoughts. She wanted him to fill her down there too.
She quit her sucking and released his cock with a pop, swiping her tongue around her mouth like she had ate a decadent meal. His groan made her want to continue, but she wasn’t ready for him to come yet. She wanted him inside of her while he climaxed and was growing bold from the control she had over his orgasm.
“I don’t want you coming too soon before I get a chance to ride you.” She pouted and caressed his face before taking off her shirt.
She took her time taking off her clothing, enjoying the look of impatience that was growing stronger on his face. Once she was naked, she slipped his boxer briefs down over his thighs leisurely and pulled them all the way off, trailing her nails over his skin again as she dragged her hand down his legs chasing after the underwear. She straddled him and looked over his beautiful form.
“You’re being so patient, I’m impressed,” she whispered.
“I’m only patient for things that are worth it.”
He ran a hand up her thigh and along her side, stopping underneath her breast. He traced a circle around her nipple before gliding his hand to the spot where his bite mark rested.
“Do you want me to bite you again?” He asked as he traced his mark.
“As amazing as that felt, I’m afraid it will override the feeling of you inside me. I don’t want to miss that.” She lifted her hips and brought him to her opening, relishing the feeling of him stretching her as she slowly sat all the way down on it.
“Oh fuck.” She tilted her head back and moaned.
Her body felt like it was picking up every sensation and amplifying it by ten, from her hair tickling her bare back, to his hand, which had moved from touching her mark to squeezing her hip. She felt every inch of him in her and whimpered as she sat up again, almost releasing him from her wet embrace, to slide back down on his length. It didn’t take her long for the beginnings of an orgasm to build as she continued her slow glides.
His breathing grew heavy and with both hands he grabbed hers and entwined their fingers. She picked up her pace and began slamming her hips down onto his shaft. Her clit smashed against his pelvis and it wasn’t long before her orgasm peaked and she screamed out his name while tightening her grip on his fingers to the point it would have been painful if he was a normal man.
She ended with one final slam against him, only to find herself thrown onto her back and him over her, continuing his pounding thrusts. As she lifted her leg to allow him deeper access, his head bent down to her collarbone and she felt his teeth pierce her .
Another, more intense orgasm coursed through her body. She forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to behave. An animalistic scream left her throat as one hand sunk her nails into his back and another grabbed his hair and pulled.
“Fuck,” he growled from below her, thrusting harshly against her before his warm seed filled her as her warm blood filled him. In the moment she felt connected to him in a way she had never felt with another person, and grew mournful when it came to an end.
She could have lived in that pleasurable chaos forever.
He licked the new mark, sealing up and healing the puncture holes, but stayed inside of her as he laid on top and buried his face into her neck. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and did the same.
It was a few minutes before either of them moved, Willow being the one who untucked her head to breathe the cool, fresh air. He finally slid out of her to roll onto his side, and her insides felt like they were missing a very important piece.
“That was…phenomenal.” She sighed but kept her eyes on the ceiling. She was afraid if she looked at him, it would start all over again. Her shaking body needed a few minutes to recover first.
“I didn’t know you could make noises like that. I think the sound of you coming alone was what pushed me over the edge.”
A blush swept over her face. “Do you think anyone heard us?”
“Oh, they definitely heard that last scream of yours.” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him. She melted into his side like she belonged there.
She was starting to doze off again, falling into that in-between state where she wasn’t fully conscious but not fully asleep, when a soft knock sounded from the door.
“Hi Willow, I know you’re in there because I heard you moaning. It sounds like you two are done messing around, so I was wondering if you would like to come out and join us for breakfast?”
“Marla?” Willow shot up and looked at the door. “Did you spend the night too?”
She paused before responding. Willow could tell she had a huge announcement to make, and wondered if telling her with a door between them made it easier for her to confess.
“I meant to tell you this once it was more official. I’m kind of in the process of moving in. Not fully yet, since my lease isn’t up at my apartment, but I don’t plan on renewing it and most of my stuff is here in Matteo’s room. Is it safe to open the door?”
“No,” both Willow and Gage shouted in unison.
“Okay, well Horatio is making chocolate chip pancakes if you want some! I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Wait, Marla! What do you mean you’re living here now?” Willow listened to the sound of Marla’s footsteps retreating down the hall as a response and turned to Gage with her mouth hung open. “How long has she been living here? I never knew they were officially dating, let alone slowly moving in.”
“To be honest I didn’t realize she was even here, which is surprising because I thought she would have been super annoying to live with.”
“Marla isn’t annoying, she’s sweet and a little weird, which makes her cool in my opinion. She’s also a really good friend, which is why I’m concerned that things are moving so quickly between her and Matteo.”
“I trust Matteo not to break her heart. Like Marla, he is also a little weird but a very good friend. Once he gets to know someone and get comfortable with them, he develops a rock-solid loyalty to them.”
With that, he rolled out of bed and headed toward a closet door she had never noticed before. Her mouth dropped open yet again when he opened it to reveal a closet the size of her bedroom.
“That’s the closet of my dreams. How do you even have enough clothes to fill that? ”
He shrugged. “I’m obsessed with hoodies and they take up a lot of space, so I renovated the bathroom into a closet.”
“So you’re handsome, can give head like a god, a great artist, and now you’re also a contractor? Is there anything you can’t do?”
He thought for a moment.
“I can’t sing,” he said as he disappeared into the closet.
After they both were dressed and Willow tamed her massive cloud of hair, they walked into the kitchen together to have five pairs of eyes on them. All five zoned in on their hands interlocked together.
“Glad you two decided to join us,” Horatio said as he flipped a perfectly round pancake onto a plate.
Sammy was sitting on a bar stool next to him at the stove, cheeks puffed out from the large bite she had shoved into her mouth. Marla and Matteo were sitting together at the marble island, both huddled over their stack of pancakes and whispering unintelligibly to each other while glancing back and forth between Willow and Gage. Nikolas was on the opposite end of the island smirking at Gage.
Willow wanted to curl up right there and die. It was clear they all had heard their morning antics.
“Yeah, we uh…had a late start to the night.” Gage responded.
Willow could tell he was trying to be casual, but his uncomfortable energy was giving him away.
“Oh, that’s a good idea!” Marla excitedly cooed as she broke away from her and Matteo’s private conversation to look at Willow. “Matteo reminded me that the haunted house at Floral Farms opened this past weekend. It is officially spooky season and we should all celebrate it by going tonight! What do you two lovebirds think?”
“I don’t think they can stop humping each other long enough to enjoy a haunted house,” Matteo suggested.
“Don’t be gross.” Willow squinted her eyes at the grinning boy. “And it’s you and Marla I’m more concerned about. I would bet money that you two can’t make it through the house without finding a dark corner to get freaky in.”
“Nuh uh, we totally can,” Marla scoffed. “I can resist this sexy beast for at least an hour. It shouldn’t take longer than that to get through the house, right?”
“Please don’t call him a sexy beast,” Horatio whispered as he stared into the freshly poured pancake, like he was imagining himself anywhere but there.
“How much do you want to bet?” Willow purred and joined her friend at the island. She gave Gage a small smile as he placed a plated pancake in front of her before getting his own.
“Twenty dollars,” Marla suggested.
“That’s it? No, let’s bet at least one hundred. I’m trying to make some money here.”
“Fine, you’ll owe me one hundred dollars once we get through the house without a single kiss. Easy money.” Marla sealed the deal by wrapping her arm through Matteo’s and popping a loose chocolate chip into her mouth.
Willow turned to Nikolas, who was sitting quietly, minding his own business and picking at his stack of pancakes. “Are you going to bring a date?”
“No, I don’t do dates and I don’t do haunted houses. I’ve seen enough horrors in my life, so I would rather not pay to have to see more.”
Willow nodded. “Fair enough. Well, if you ever do decide you want to go on a date, there’s some girls in my yoga class I used to attend that would probably love to go out with you. I need to start going again, anyway. If you’re into dudes, I can’t help you there. The only other guy I know is Waldo, and I have a feeling you two won’t get along.”
Nikolas shrugged. “No, I’m not looking to date dudes or women. I just want to exist by myself right now.”
Willow shoved a forkful of pancake into her mouth. “Nothing wrong with that.”