Willow (9 page)

Before he could do anything that would hurt her more, he got up and went to the bathroom to flush the condom and noticed the streaks of blood on it and his leg. He sat down hard on the side of the tub and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. A virgin. Willow was…no, she had been a virgin.

Jared stood again, leaned on the ugly counter, and looked at the stranger reflected back at him. He decided that he didn’t like that man all that much. In fact, he was pretty sure he could hate him. The man in the mirror seemed to be saying, “She should have told you. It’s not your fault,” but Jared knew that it was.

He had wanted her and went after her, refusing to see anything else but the picture someone else had painted of her. He was as bad, if not worse, than Talbor. Jared turned off the light and went into the bedroom to find Willow awake and talking on the phone with a sheet wrapped around her. When he sat on the edge of the bed, she turned away from him as she continued her call.

“
Yes, please…Yes, I’ll…wait. Can you wait just one second? Thanks.” She put her hand over the receiver and looked over her shoulder toward him, but not at him. “I’m ordering a pizza. Would you like something other than Coke and a large meaty one?”

He reached out to her and she moved away from his touch. “Willow, look at me. Please?” She turned her back to him again and huffed.

“
Do you want anything to eat or not? I’m sure they want to close up sometime tonight.”

Jared glanced down at his watch and saw it was only seven o’clock. He doubted that was an issue, but didn’t say anything. He decided to wait until later to talk to her about what they had done.

“
That sounds good. Whatever you’re having is fine.”

He got up as she told the person on the phone to double her order. He was slipping on his underwear when he heard the phone click closed. He turned and looked at her.

“
Are you all right, Willow?” She mumbled something back and he was reasonably sure he didn’t want her to repeat it. But he was angry now and wanted her to speak to him or at least look at him.

“
Willow, look at me, damn it. Did I hurt you?”

She turned then and scooted herself up to the headboard. She adjusted the sheet several times, enough times that he wanted to jerk it off her and make her stop it. She looked up at him before she spoke.

“
I’m fine. Just peachy, as a matter of fact. You know, we have about twenty-five minutes before the food arrives. Wanna have another go around?” The sheet ripped away. “You still have eleven condoms left and I want you to get your money’s worth.”

Jared was tempted to shuck his pants again and do just what she had suggested. But he already hated himself and was sure if he gave into his baser needs, he’d never forgive himself. Leaning over, he picked up the discarded sheet, intending to cover her back up with it.

“
We need to talk, Willow. We have to talk about—”

He nearly fell over when she started cupping her breasts and tugging at her nipples. The sheet he’d picked up was now forgotten in his fingers.

“
I didn’t realize that my nipples were so sensitive before. You rolling them in your mouth was wonderful.” She sat up on the bed and threw back her head as she continued to drive him over the edge. “Would you like to do that again, Jared?”

Willow didn’t wait for his answer, not that he could talk around his tongue hanging out, but when she sat on the edge of the bed with him between her legs, he took a step forward and his shins touched her knees.

Jared watched her play and the darker pink her nipples got, the harder he did. His cock ached now. And the way he felt, he’d never know that he he’d just had the most incredible climax of his life not twenty minutes before. But when she lifted her left breast up and licked her nipple, Jared felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as she moaned her pleasure.

Christ, she was killing him. He watched mesmerized as his hand reached out and cupped the back of her head. But instead of bringing her to her feet as he wanted, she leaned in and rubbed her cheek against his cloth-covered cock.

He would never know how it happened, never remember how one second he was standing next to the bed with her face on his cock and the next lying on the bed, his shorts off and Willow on the floor between his thighs. Leaning up on his elbows, Jared looked down at her as she slid her hands up his thighs. His cock danced and bobbed on his belly, waiting for her next move.

“
Touch me like before. Wrap your hand around me and hold me, Willow.” her grip was firm, but not painful. “That’s it, baby. Now slide your hand up and down. Up over my head and…shit. Willow, that’s it!”

Her hands heated his already hot flesh. When he felt her other hand cup his balls and roll them, he couldn’t help the strangled cry that erupted from his mouth. She jerked back as though she were scalded.

“
Baby, you.” He had to clear his throat twice before he continued. “You didn’t hurt me. Christ, you can’t believe how good you feel. Please don’t stop. I’m beg—”

Her mouth covered him, his cock jumped, and he nearly came then. Lying back on the bed, it was all he could do not to beg her to never stop. But he sat up again because he needed to watch her. Cupping her head, he showed her, guided her up and down his shaft and when her tongue curled around his engorged head, he surged up into her mouth and touched the back of her throat. When she adjusted her body to fit closer to his, he felt her breast brush against his balls and knew that he was a goner. He thought if she was this good as a novice, she was going to kill him when she got a bit more practice.

Now he held her as he surged into her. He knew that it was only a matter of seconds now and he was going to come. The tingle of his balls, the hum in his spine, told him this was going to be mind blowing, but suddenly, Willow stopped and stood up. Jared whimpered.

“
Condom?”

It took his fried brain a second or two to sort out what she was asking and when she repeated it, he pointed to the open box on the dresser. She lunged for it and came back to him, ripping one open with her teeth. Jared sat up completely only to be forced back down when she sat across his lap, her legs wide over his.

Shoving her hair out of her face, she tried to roll the condom over his cock. After a second try, he reached up to help her only to have his hands slapped out of the way. When she had him covered, she shimmied up his thighs and rose up over his cock. Jared felt his breath lodge in his lungs.

Her poised over him, juices trailing down her thighs, was perhaps the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. When she didn’t move down to take him, he looked up to see her face marred in frustration and tears.

“
I don’t…I can’t…help me, please?”

Reaching for her hands, he laid one on his chest and wrapped the other around the base of his cock. She looked up at him and smiled. Jared’s heart flipped in his chest. Then she lowered herself onto him and he forgot how to see.

She gripped his cock in her sheath, the walls tightening, surrounding him, and pulled him deeper. When his cock was seated deep inside of her, she sat up, threw back her head, and began to ride. Jared never took his eyes off of her as she took her pleasure from him.

Her hips moved back and forth, up and down on his body. He watched her, mesmerized by her changes. The way her facial expression told of each discovery of what she was doing, the way her breasts blushed a beautiful pink hue. The sounds she was making, fascinated him. The slap of their skin, slick with sweat, the soft puffs of air, the small moan of pleasure. She chewed on her lip and he remembered them on his cock. Her tongue darted out and he thought about her running it over her nipple.

Her movements became faster now; her breasts jumped and bounced. When her hands moved from over his at her hips up over her tiny waist to her breasts again, Jared sat up.

“
Feed me. Give them to me and feed me,” he begged.

Her full breasts were lifted as he grabbed her waist. Taking the hard nipple into his mouth, he sucked on only the tip, rolling it onto the roof of his mouth and bringing a moan from deep within her chest. When he paid homage to the other, he felt her tighten around him once again. The more he nibbled, suckled, and laved her, the more frantic her ride became. Running his hand down her back, he cupped her ass to him. Using his other hand, Jared rolled them to her back.

He pounded into her as her climax strangled his cock. Knowing his own was nearly upon him, Jared leaned up over her and hit her deep, each thrust harder than the last. His climax roared through him and he threw back his head and bellowed out her name. Over and over he emptied himself in her. When Willow came again, Jared came with her, his body surging again and again in one of the most powerful climaxes he’d ever experienced.

This time, when he collapsed on her, he knew he was finished. His body was drained and more sated than he’d ever been. He closed his eyes. Rolling to his back and taking her with him, Jared was asleep before he settled on the bed fully.

~Chapter 10~

The pounding at the door woke her. She grabbed the first thing she could touch and pulled it around her. When she realized it was Jared’s shirt, she slipped it over her head and opened the door for the food. She had paid by credit card so she only had to pull it from the guy and shut the door. She was on her third slice when she realized Jared hadn’t moved.

Pulling out her fourth piece and pouring another glass of pop into the room’s only cup, she looked at her one-night stand, Jared Robert.

He knew he could never be anything else to her, or her to him for that matter. Even this, whatever they’d already done, would get her into trouble. But she wouldn’t let herself regret what they’d one. She could never do that.

He was beautiful, handsome she supposed men liked to be called. He lay on his stomach now, having rolled to the middle of the bed when she’d gotten up to answer the door. She wondered what he would think of her bed seeing how he slept like he owned the whole thing and she knew that hers would fit him nicely. She immediately stopped that train of thought and moved on to something else. One thing she couldn’t do was have him in her home, in her bed.

He went shirtless in the summer, she could see. The dark tan across his shoulders was in deep contrast to the whiter ass cheeks. His long arms, spread wide over the cream-colored sheets of the bed, were furred a light brown. Muscles from hard work and not a workout at a gym flexed in his sleep and she found herself wanting to be held in them.

There was a tattoo over his left shoulder. A dragon in deep reds, blues, and greens was in flight over his scapula and his wings open wide in flight, one over his shoulder, the other nearly touching his spine at mid back. The dragon’s tail, long and barbed, wrapped around his bicep and the point of his tail, sharp and lethal-looking, curled down to his elbow.

Willow looked down at her own dragon that flew across the top of her foot, his tail, barbed as well, encircled her ankle and disappeared under her foot.

When Jared stirred, she held her breath, hoping he’d sleep a bit longer. At least until she finished memorizing his body. He settled down again and she was happy to see that the sheet had moved and she could now see his butt and his long legs.

There were dimples at his butt. Deep and wide that seemed to beg to be licked. Mouthwatering at the thought, she drew out the last piece of pizza and bit into it as she tried to imagine what it would be like to wake up next to him every morning, to bite his ass and to taste those dimples. Moving down his body on a heavy sigh, she told herself not to be stupid. She looked at his legs and noticed another tat.

This one was smaller and in script. Standing to get a closer look, she leaned down to see what it said. It was in French and since she spoke that language as well as her own, she had no problem reading what he’d had put there.

“
Jamais une femme être doué avec mon amour.

Jamais je donnerai mon cœur à l'autre."

“
Never will another woman be gifted with my love. Never will I give my heart to another,” she whispered as she sat back down.

Stunned, she knocked her empty pizza box to the floor. She leaned over to pick it up when she heard him roll over again. Looking up, she saw that he was wide awake and he was smiling. Her heart skipped a beat or two before she was able to get herself under control.

“
I got hungry and you were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to wake you. So I ate. My pizza. I ate my pizza. I was hungry.” Nerves made her stupid apparently, and she ordered herself to shut up. She looked up when he chuckled.

“
You ate an entire pizza? I wondered when you said double the order what you’d meant. You have a healthy appetite.”

She glanced down at the opened empty box in her hand and blurted out the first thing that popped in her head. “I worked up an appetite.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt her face heat up. She dropped her head down and waited for him to laugh at her, but he didn’t.

“
Come here, Willow, and bring my pizza with you. I want to hold you while I eat.” She sat there for several seconds, not moving, but in the end, she grabbed up his box, went to the other side of the bed, and put the box between them.

“
It’s cold. Maybe we should order you another one.” She started to get up, but he grabbed her arm.

“
Sit down. This is fine. I don’t mind cold pizza. Too bad there isn’t any beer. Now that makes a pizza go down smooth.”