“What are you doing to me?”
His free hand palmed one breast, then the other, leaving no inch of her untouched from his hot, scratchy hand. He plumped her, squeezed her. When she nearly couldn’t stand it anymore he pinched each nipple hard. Willow moaned, her body jerking in his hold. The hand in her hair kept her feeling suspended, unable to move, completely in his control. She couldn’t bring herself to care anymore, all thoughts of protest completely vanquished with that one, simple touch.
His hand trailed down her stomach, cupped the slender curve of her belly, then finally touched the wet sex that begged for him. She heard his breathing deepen, felt his cock twitch against her inner thigh as his fingers stroked through her wet lips.
A deep rumbling sound came from him, somewhere between a growl and a purr. His finger teased over her clit and her own needy sound came out.
“Very good,” he said, his voice like gravel.
Willow couldn’t speak. Her throat and tongue felt dry like the desert. All that mattered was her body, his next touch. His finger pressed against her opening, neither pushing in nor retreating. He merely rubbed circles there, blatantly feeling her cream from her excitement. When he slowly started to push his finger inside she lost it.
“Just do it already!”
His finger stopped moving. The hand in her hair tugged and she moaned as the strands pulled gently. But luckily, he did remove his finger and then he pressed his cock against her slit. Willow moaned and backed into him.
The fist with her hair tugged—a reprimand. So she stayed still as he worked himself inside. He took his time entering her, spreading her and pushing her nerves until all felt was ecstasy. When he finally filled her his free hand scoured over her body, touching everything. He trailed a hand down her spine until chills erupted over her; he cupped her bottom then squeezed the flesh as he tugged on her hair.
It was like two polarized pleasures taking place at once, all the while his cock just sat inside her, filling her up. He was teasing her now, she thought angrily. Fuck that.
Careful of the hand holding her hair, Willow rocked her hips back and forth until she created a rhythm that thrust him in and out of her. Moans broke from her dried lips. Her toes curled and the thrusts hit her perfectly—deep and hard.
His hands curled around her shoulder, fingers gently caressing her, and then his voice came over her. “Do you see how much you like it, Willow? Don’t you see how your body loves the way I make it feel?”
Willow bared her teeth and ignored him. He wasn’t going to goad her now, not when she was a few minutes away from bursting apart by the seams.
“Feel how I control you, Willow.” He tugged her hair and clamped his hand on her shoulder to hold her in place. Then his voice was at her ear, a whisper.
“Feel how wild you make me, how I’m never really in control because of you.”
Willow blinked quickly, struggling to understand his meaning. Then he started moving. There was nothing gentle about it. He pounded against her with hard, savage thrusts until only the sound of slapping flesh and moans echoed in the room.
Willow gasped trying to breathe. She couldn’t move. His simple touches kept her locked in place for him...and he was right. She could feel it now. When he saw her like this, when he took her like this, he lost control. She had the power; it soared through her veins like boiling lava, it roared through her mind like a scream.
“Willow,” he groaned.
He switched his grip, pulling her hair straight back until her neck arched. He reached down and rubbed her clit. It was no teasing a touch, but a touch with hard, driving purpose. His cock worked through her wet, tight flesh, and then she was gone.
Her scream drowned out the moans and pounding of flesh. Chills broke out over her body as her breath froze in her lungs. Endless moments of silence surrounded her like a cloud as her body jerked and shivered around him.
She slowly came back to earth and heard him talking, heard his words of encouragement, heard the raw pleasure in his voice as his hand moved to cup the back of her neck. The hand in her hair gentled for a moment and he slowed his thrusts as her body’s fresh waves of cream coated his cock like wet satin.
He groaned and lazily filled her in and out. “That’s my Willow.”
“Oh, God.”
His hands curved around her shoulders, holding her, and then he started taking her. His breaths quickened as he worked himself in and out of her tight muscles. Willow reveled in it. She did this to him, made him feel like this. She didn’t even mind the hands holding her still for him.
She could feel the pressure rising inside him as his thrusts grew harder, faster. His hips made a steady slapping rhythm against her ass and Willow panted as a fresh orgasm built inside her.
“All you need is my cock to relax you, Willow.”
Willow opened her mouth to say something but then his hand reached beneath her to pet her wet sex; he coated his fingers in her cream and then she tensed. His finger teased her unused opening.
“Lyonis,” she choked. The sensation was incredible. It felt as though she had an entire area of pleasure that she’d never, ever felt before. He circled and stroked her there, his touch light, unlike the hard hammering stroking inside her.
“So beautiful.”
His finger caressed her between her cheeks, rubbing and rubbing until she was arching back against him, panting like a dog. She’d never felt anything like it. It was as though that one spot was directly connected to her clit and deep inside her.
She cried out as his finger slowly started filling her. She had no idea how far he slid in but she felt as though two cocks were filling her. He gently rubbed her in and out, teasing her new flesh with his touch. His breathing turned harsh and heavy.
Willow struggled to speak words but the only sound that came out was gasps and moans. He rocked his finger in time with his cock, squeezing through her tight flesh in unison. Willow couldn’t take it, her body was on fire. An orgasm rushed through her like a lit fuse and she convulsed as screams tore from her throat for the second time.
Lyonis lost it. He worked his finger faster inside her tight hole, felt her quivering, tight muscles stroking him, and finally slammed deep inside. He roared as her body tightened over him, ripping his release from his body.
He came in hard, long jets inside her, filling her again and again, as his shout finally faded.
Willow fell back down to earth like a leaf floating in the wind. Her arms gave out and she flattened her sweaty cheek against the mat. She felt his cock soften inside her, could feel his hot seed seep out of her as he withdrew himself. But still his finger lingered inside her, stroking softly until she moaned. He gave her one last lingering touch before he pulled away and laid down beside her.
Willow met his satisfied gaze and smiled. He leaned close and pulled her into her arms; she had no energy to protest let alone move a muscle, so she let him. He was warm and smelled delicious.
He kissed her on the mouth then simply held her.
Chapter 17
“Where is she?”
The young bartender recognized him immediately and nodded towards the back of the room. Thane followed his gaze until he found the one he was looking for.
He didn’t bother to say thanks, but set after her. What the hell was she thinking? They had a job to do and here he was pulling her drunken ass out of a club. Fucking woman.
Thane stopped some distance away. He told himself it was so he could judge her condition, but he knew it was more than that. Ever since they were young, he and Jackie had something different between them. He didn’t know what to call it or even knew if it had a name, but every time he was around the strong redhead she pushed something inside him.