“I don’t read blogs.” She smacks my ass again. “Well, that’s not completely true. I’ve read yours.” She immediately stops wiggling.
I’m heading to our building. Once we arrive, I head straight for the elevator. I put her on her feet so I can pull my key out. I need it in order to hit the button to my floor.
“You really read my blog?” Her heart-shaped face goes soft. Her eyes are big and round waiting for me to answer. I can see how much this means to her. I could tell from all the blogs and social media posts she and Zoey made that it means a lot to them. They put a big part of themselves into the things they post.
“Yeah. You’re a great writer.”
She leans into me, pressing herself against me. “Are you saying that to get into my pants?”
“I didn’t have to say that to get into your pants.” She narrows those eyes on me, but from the twitch of her lips I know she’s fighting a smile.
She tries to reach around me and push the button to her floor, but I snag her wrist, bringing it to my mouth. I kiss her palm.
“I read everything you wrote because I enjoyed it.” I did, but more than anything I wanted to get to know her. I am starving when it comes to her. I’m looking for scraps wherever I can get them to try and cool the hunger I have for her. Yet all it seems to be doing is making that hunger grow with each new bit of information I learn about her.
“Bear.” She drops her head. “You can’t be all sweet on me now. I’m already trying not to fall for you.”
“Why?” I don’t want her fighting us.
“You know we shouldn’t be doing this. If people found out—” She doesn't have to finish that sentence because I already know what she’s talking about. “They might already know with the caveman act you just pulled.” I hadn't seen anyone. It was stupid of me to do that, but still I don’t fucking care.
“I’ll do whatever I want to.” The elevator doors slide open, and I pull her into my place. There isn't much to it. I got the place because it’s close to work and I needed something quickly.
I’ve always had plans of building a house, but that will take time. Between football and Willow, there isn't much time. Any free headspace I manage to get right now circles back to her.
“You have the whole floor? What do you do with this place? It’s so big!” I let her wrist go so she can go snoop around. She strolls into the living room. I watch as her eyes take in every little detail.
“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.
“This is going to change things.” He grabs my ankles and pulls me down to the side of the bed until my ass is almost falling off.
“Bear.” I breathe out his name.
“Turns you on when I put you where I want you, doesn't it?” I nod. “Say it.” He gives the side of my thigh a smack that goes straight to my clit somehow.
“Yes!”
“Be a good girl and hold your legs up.” I reach down, grabbing the back of my thighs. It makes me spread my legs wider showing him every inch of my sex. His big hand cups my sex while his thumb grazes back and forth over my clit.
He guides the head of his cock to my opening, only pressing against it. “You’re fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” he grits out between his teeth as he makes shallow thrusts in and out of me with the head of his cock.
It feels so good, but I need more. I’m not sure he can fit inside of me, but right now I would die trying.
“More.” I lift my hips to try and sink him deeper inside of me, causing him to freeze his movements.
“Willow.” His eyes narrow on me. “Are you a virgin?” His nose flares, and I can’t tell if he’s mad or not.
“Does it matter?” I lift my hips more, but he leans back, taking his cock with him. He pulls back until only the tip is inside me again. I watch as he wraps his other hand around his cock and starts stroking himself.
“It fucking matters.” He presses his thumb down hard on my clit as he strokes himself faster. “So damn sweet and perfect, and I’m the bastard that wants all of that from you. To keep it all to myself. Just know when I take this little cunt, it’s going to belong to me for all time.” I swear this man is trying to kill me.
It’s too much. Not only because of the built-up need I have for him either. He has no idea how hard those words hit me. Growing up in a home with parents that hardly noticed me, I’m starved for attention. For someone to want me and only me is a first. The fact that he’s claiming me makes my chest ache in a good way.
I cry out his name as the orgasm makes black spots dance in my eyes. I hear Bear groan, but I’m too lost in my own pleasure to understand the words he’s saying now. I feel his warm release spill inside of me, marking me as his.
My eyes fall closed as I release the hold I have on my legs. They don’t drop though. Bear makes sure of it. He picks me up, putting me in the middle of the bed before he flips off the light and joins me.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his body. My back is now pressed against his front. His cock is still hard and pressing against me.
“You didn't take my virginity,” I say with a sigh. My body feels heavy. The pleasure he gave me finally takes its toll.
“Sleep.” He kisses my shoulder and then my neck. I relax more into him and let sleep take me.
12
Theodore
Willow sleeps soundly in the center of the bed. She’s lying on her stomach, looking my way. Her cheeks are still tinted a soft pink. I still can’t wrap my mind around this girl being a virgin. How the hell has she lasted this long without someone trying to claim her? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining one bit.
I stand there and stare at her like an obsessed stalker as she sleeps peacefully. She reaches her arm out in search of something. I move a pillow over for her to grab. She wraps herself around it. All night she’s been all over me in her sleep. I thought sharing a bed with someone else would annoy me, but it did the exact opposite. I wanted to kick myself for originally having the thought of going to the other room to sleep.
It was a bullshit thought. I wasn't going to sleep somewhere else when I could have her pressed against me. All those curves tucked up against me as though she were molded to fit me perfectly. I enjoyed every second of being in bed with her. I’m not sure how I’ll go back to sleeping without her.
It felt damn good. Too good. Something inside of me has settled. A restlessness I didn't know was there until now. I pulled myself out of bed early this morning. She is too much temptation. There was no way I would have lasted all morning with her rubbing herself all over me. All I wanted to do was roll her over and take what she offered me last night and what belongs to me.
I might not have taken her fully, but I was still the bastard who let himself come inside of her. I told myself to pull out, that I could come all over her bare pussy marking it as my own, but I couldn't bring myself to pull out of her. I wanted to mark inside of her. The knowledge that no one had ever been there before had something snapping inside of me.
I make myself leave the bedroom before I do something I can’t take back. She’s a fucking virgin. I thought she was too young to begin with. Reality has reached up and punched me right in the face.
My phone vibrates with messages. I snag it off the nightstand and exit the bedroom, leaving the door cracked. I start some coffee and scroll through the messages as I wait. I see a couple from my mom and one from an unknown number.
Fuck me. I drop my phone down on the counter, pouring myself a drink. I hear the elevator go off and grab another cup of coffee. There is only one other person that has a key and access to my place, and it’s my mom.
A few seconds later she comes strolling into the kitchen with a box of bagels in her hand. I walk over to her and give her a kiss on the cheek, setting my coffee down on top of the high-top counter at the breakfast bar.
“How is my favorite son?” she teases me as she sits down. I go to the fridge and get her creamer.
“I’m good.”
“Are you sure? It’s after ten and you’re still in your pajamas.”
“Pajamas?” I laugh. I’m in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. She is right though, this is out of the ordinary for me.
I’m an early riser. There was no exception today either. Only difference is that I spent my morning staring at the beautiful girl in my bed that shouldn't have been there. If it was any other day I would have already worked out and been fully dressed.
“You know what I mean.” She takes a sip of her coffee.
“I thought you were coming over later today.” My mom has always been welcome no matter where I lived. Even when I was states away, she still had keys to my place. I never had to worry about her walking in and me having a woman here. Until now.
“I was in the
neighborhood.” I know she is feeding me a white lie, but I let it slide. I can tell there is something weighing on her mind.
“That Tiffany girl is popping up everywhere I go.”
She cringes. “I’m sorry. I did not invite her to that game.”
“I figured as much, but she’s getting close to crossing the line.”
“Really?” Mom’s whole tone and demeanor changes. “I guess she needs a stronger sign then. I’ll handle it.”
“I can handle it. I just wanted to make sure you’re aware.”
“No. I’ll deal with it. It’s better this way. If she’s doing underhanded things, who knows what she is capable of. I need to nip it in the bud now.”
“Thanks.” I would go on ignoring her in hopes she’d get the message, but I know it’s irritating Willow. It needs to come to a stop.
“I need coffee.” Willow’s soft voice floats my way. My mom jerks around in her chair to see Willow standing there. Her hair's a mess, and she’s only wearing one of my shirts that goes to her knees. She looks well fucked and if my mom weren’t sitting right here, I’d bend her over the breakfast bar and fuck her until she was screaming my name.
I watch as Willow drops her hand from her face that was rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It takes her a second to realize what’s going on. Her mouth falls open when she sees my mom. A pretty pink blush creeps up her cheeks.
“Willow?” Mom pushes her chair back to get a better view. Willow shifts on her feet a bit.
“Hi.” She gives a small wave. “I’ll be right back.” She turns around, darting back down the hallway. Mom’s head whips around to look at me.
“I knew it! I told your dad you kept looking at that girl during the game.”
“Am I that obvious?” Shit. I run my hand down my face. This girl has turned my whole world upside down. She makes me want things I’ve never given much thought to before. I knew I was out of my fucking mind when I came in her last night. Yet, I have no regrets. I would do it again if given the opportunity. I want to chase her little ass down the hallway and do it right now.
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