“I wanted whatever gave me the most privacy while still being close to the school. It’s temporary for now.”
“It’s very mannish.” She runs her hand along the back of the sofa. “But it has some touches of a woman.” She picks up one of the throw pillows to prove her point. “Did you snag these pillows in your last breakup?” She’s trying to tease me, but really she’s asking me a question. She wants to know about my past but doesn’t want to ask me.
“I don’t think I’ve had a breakup.” I dated some over the years but nothing serious or anything that went somewhere. Willow’s nose scrunches. “My mom got those and a few other things around here.” She places the pillow back down.
“Your mom was nice.”
“One of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet.”
“That’s really sweet of you to talk about her like that. You’re close with your parents?”
“I am. Are you close with yours?”
She shakes her head no but doesn't explain. When she shifts on her feet, tucking a piece of hair back behind her ear, I know it’s not something she wants to talk about. I don’t need her to spell it out. If I was a betting man I’d guess she was raised by nannies.
I clear the space between us, wanting my hands on her. The damn dress she has on screams both innocent and sexy. Something that only she could ever pull off.
“Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?”
“No.” She puts her hands on my chest. Her tongue comes out, and she wets her bottom lip. “Trying to make the ex jealous.”
“You’re a brat.” She opens her mouth. I'm sure it’s to say something smart-mouthed, but I kiss her before she can get the words out. I don’t need any more encouragement from that smart mouth of hers. I’m already hanging on by a very thin thread here. Her fingers dig into my shirt as she starts to kiss me back. Her body melts into mine like it does every time I get my hands on her.
I have no plans to let her go. I know that the odds are against us. But I’ve never backed down from a challenge, and I have no intention of doing so now.
11
Willow
I moan into his mouth as he kisses me. I want to push him away. He has heartbreak written all over him. Not only for me but for him too. He stands to lose a lot if people find out about us. With him picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, I don’t think it will be long until someone catches us. We’re being careless.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as he lifts me off my feet. I shake my head no. Food is the last thing on my mind right now. “Thank fuck.”
I start kissing him again as he carries me through the house. A moment later, my back hits a bed. With a frantic need, he is pulling at my clothes. I lie there and watch, not caring about the ripping sounds.
Watching him trying to get me undressed as quickly as possible has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. My body hums with need. The man has had me on edge all week with our make-out sessions. I need more.
It doesn't take him long to get me naked and stretched out in his bed. He hits a switch, making the room flood with light. My fingers itch to cover myself.
I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. But when I see the look in his eyes, I find myself letting my thighs drop open wider.
He looks like a wild animal that is ready to feast, and I’m the buffet that’s been laid out before him.
“I’m hungry.” Did he just say he’s hungry? How can he think about food right now? Then before I can ask him, his mouth is on me. His big body comes down over me as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. I arch my back, trying to get closer to him, wanting more.
“I shouldn't be doing this,” he says as he releases my nipple to only go for the other one.
“Don’t stop.” I moan.
“There is no stopping.” He groans as his mouth travels further down. He presses open-mouth kisses down my body until he reaches my sex. I have to spread my legs wider to make room for his broad shoulders.
He blows against my sex, making me whimper. His mouth is so close. I start to lift my hips, but he pins me to the bed.
“Did I say you could move?” I shake my head no. I can’t get anything past my lips right now. That cocky mouth of his should piss me off, but all it does is turn me on more. “You always shave yourself bare?” He kisses right above my clit. “Answer me.” I hear him suck in a breath, breathing me in. I swear this man is trying to torture me.
I know I’m wet. I can feel it all over my thighs. I’ve been that way since he went all caveman on me and tossed me over his shoulder. I jerk when he gives my clit one long lick. I’m so on edge that the sensation is almost unbearable. I need more.
“Bear. Please,” I beg.
“Answer me.”
“I did it the other day,” I admit.
“To make the ex jealous?” I don’t get a chance to respond before he bites the inside of my thigh. I don’t feel pain. He sucks on the place he bit before going to my other thigh and doing the same. He doesn't stop. While it feels good, I need his mouth on my clit.
“There is no ex!” I shout. Damn him.
“Good girl.”
My breath hitches. My body responds to his two simple words. He sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue back and forth. That’s all it takes, and I’m gone. The orgasm rocks through my body. I’ve been primed all week for this.
He doesn't stop. He drinks down every drop of me and keeps coming back for more. His tongue slides down further as his fingers dig into my thighs. He thrusts his tongue inside of me. As good as it feels, I would rather have something else pushing in and out of me.
It’s not long before he replaces his tongue with his finger. His mouth goes back to my clit. Already another orgasm is pressing down on me. All week I’ve been trying to get myself off. I thought I had but clearly I had no idea what a real orgasm is.
Another wave of pleasure hits me but much harder than the last. My back bows off the bed as I scream out his name. My thighs shake as I try to close them. My whole body feels like a live wire. All these sensations are too much for me to handle.
Bear shifts on the bed. When I open my eyes I watch as he strips down until he’s naked in front of me. I knew he was built. You could see that even when he had clothes on, but I had no idea he would look this damn good. I lick my lips as I let my eyes roam over every inch of him. He’s not ripped with some crazy eight pack. He’s just built like a tank. Everything about him is thick.
My eyes drop to his cock. He is built everywhere clearly. He wraps his hand around himself, giving it a few strokes. The head is red and angry. Cum leaks from the tip.
“All week I’ve been hard because of you.” I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. “You have me acting like a teenager. Unable to control my cock. All I have to do is think of you and I’m hard as a damn rock.” He strokes himself faster. “I’m not sure if I take you whether it will cure me or ruin me.” I’ve been wondering the same thing about him.
“Only one way to find out.” I don’t want him to be cured, but I too wonder if this crazy lust I’m having for this man will fade once I get more of him. After what his mouth did to me seconds ago, I’m pretty sure I’m going to fall into the ruin category.