“What happened?” He shifted on the couch, hoping his expression portrayed his genuine interest.
“Basically, he told me if I didn’t sleep with him he would spread rumors around the office that we humped like bunnies. I didn’t believe him. And the company didn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes. “They said I was trying to screw my way to the top and they would not have me tarnishing their good name.”
“Why would they believe him instead of you?”
“He was my boss,” she confessed quietly. “A complete jerk who took credit for my ideas and my work. I didn’t really mind that part. But I hated the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to gobble me up or something.” Willow shook her head. “It made me feel like I had bugs crawling all over my flesh.” Willow shuddered.
Turning his head, Seth felt guilty. He hadn’t realized he was making her uncomfortable with his desire. He knew he looked at her hungrily, could feel his every cell begging to touch her again.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He spoke without looking at her. He hadn’t meant to make her consider him a lecherous rogue.
“I didn’t mean…” Willow sighed. “I like the way you look at me,” she confessed. “More than I should, to be honest. With you I get more of a tingly feeling.” She waited until he looked at her again. Surprising him, she took his hand in her own. “The tingles start here.” She placed his hand on her stomach. “Then spread up here.” She brought his hand up to cup her breast, hissing from pleasure when his thumb brushed against her nipple, causing it to grow firm. “And down here.” She guided his hand lower on her body and beneath the hem of her borrowed shirt, down to where she was already dripping for him.
As his fingers lightly brushed against her, she didn’t care if she was just his temporary girl toy. She wanted—no, she needed to feel his hands on her, feel him inside of her. Moving his hand much as he had done with hers, she separated one finger from the rest and lifted his hand to her mouth, sucking the digit into her mouth.
“Just sitting here, trying to hold a simple conversation with you is hard. I can’t think of anything to say with my body screaming like it is, for you.” Guiding his moist finger from her mouth, she positioned it at the wet entrance to her p**sy. “You’ve barely touched me and I already want you.” She moaned softly as he allowed her to slide his finger into her passage. “I’m already wet for you.”
“I thought you wanted to take a break.” His voice was low, quiet. He sounded almost hypnotized by her voice, her movements.
Willow smiled slowly as she pushed his hand away. Climbing off the incredibly comfortable couch, she lowered to her knees between his legs. Looking up into his eyes, she tried to gauge his reaction as she unfastened his jeans and lowered the zipper carefully. As soon as his already semi-erect c*ck came into view, she leaned down to it. Taking the velvety tip between her lips, she swirled her tongue around it. Teasing the small hole on top she then opened her mouth wider, sucking in his entire length. After a few strokes of her mouth, he was fully erect between her lips.
But she didn’t stop. The night before she had been denied the pleasure of feeling him inside her mouth the way she’d wanted and wouldn’t deny herself the pleasure now. She continued to suck his cock, not attempting to hide the moans of pleasure coming from her throat. His hands wrapped in her hair and he pulled her, pouting, from her feast. Before she had a chance to complain, she let out a long moan as he settled her onto his lap, his hard c*ck sliding easily into her hungry p**sy as he kissed her deeply.
Rocking her hips, she lifted off him, until only the tip remained inside of her before lowering herself onto him again. The slow pace she set was driving her wild, but she wanted to take her time, wanted to enjoy every minute, every single inch of him as he moved within her.
Seth shifted slightly, placing his hand between their bodies to circle her clit. Throwing her head back, she matched the pace of her thrusts with the hand stroking her. Deep inside, her orgasm built until she was grinding her h*ps against his c*ck and hand as hard as she could.
As she came, she saw stars of every color bursting beneath her closed eyelids. He shifted his hand, releasing her to pull her harder still against him and, after a few short strokes, he growled out his pleasure, and she knew he had joined her in the heavens.
Chapter Five
“By the old gods, I like the way you talk.”
“That wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I made the suggestion. But it felt really, really good.” Willow chuckled, her head resting on Seth’s shoulder. Beneath her, he was still almost completely dressed as she sat on his lap with his c*ck buried inside her. “I just hope you don’t want to get up anytime soon.”
His chest rumbled from his deep laughter. When he finally got his amusement under control he pressed a kiss to her neck, clenching his jaw shut to keep himself from drinking from her yet again. It’s too soon for that, he reminded himself.
“And don’t think I didn’t notice the marks, buddy. No one has ever given me a hickey on my leg before. That is definitely going to be hard to explain.”
“And why would people be asking questions? Why would anyone see it?” The thought of anyone else seeing her nak*d body sprawled before them hit him, sparking his anger. His teeth threatened to lengthen and rip said person limb from limb.
“Well, what if I decide I want to go swimming? I don’t wear a grandma bathing suit you know.”
It was as if she flipped some kind of switch. With those simple words she’d eased his anger. “What kind do you wear?” He stroked her back, his fingers lingering on her bare ass.
“You tell me,” she said with a smile. “What do you think I wear?”
Closing his eyes, he concentrated only on her bathing suit. An image appeared to him, so vivid and erotic his c*ck stirred to life once again. “A bikini. Not quite a string bikini, but very alluring. One that is modest enough so you don’t feel nak*d and exposed, but small enough to drive any man crazy at the sight of you in it.”
“I don’t know if I’ve heard it described that way before, but that’s close.” Her tone turned somber. “Really close. How did you know?”
Smiling, he avoided the question since he refused to lie to her. Instead he distracted her by tilting his head and stroking the edge of her ear with his tongue before sucking her lobe into his mouth.
“Wow, that feels really good.” Her voice was muffled as she pressed her nose to his neck. Opening her mouth, she gently nipped his flesh before placing a tender kiss on the same spot. His c*ck grew harder.
Willow groaned, lifting herself off him. He wanted to pull her back, to thrust deep inside of her again, but allowed her to have her space.
“I’m sorry, I know I’m giving you mixed signals. This is all just so new to me.” His pride was salved by the sadness in her voice as she sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder again.
“You mentioned a movie earlier, why don’t we go out and see one?” He made the suggestion, hoping a more public place would help him to control himself. That it would be able to help him manage this almost desperate need he seemed to have to touch her, be buried deep inside her…
“Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you from anything…”
“I’m sure.” He smiled. Would he ever get enough of the shy girl that appeared when the brazen lover was sated?
“That would be nice. But…” She hesitated.
“But,” he prompted.
“I don’t really have anything to wear. I’m not even sure where the clothes I wore here are…” Her voice trailed off as her cheeks blossomed in embarrassment.
He smiled at the memory of him throwing her clothes all over his bedroom in his hurry to feel her nak*d in his arms.
“I guess I could just borrow one of your shirts… Maybe just pretend it was a shirt dress?” She made the suggestion quickly, as though she was trying to convince herself it would be acceptable. As Willow stood, her face turned a darker shade of red. “I’m sorry about your couch…”
In one fluid motion he stood, fixing his own clothes. Joining her, he followed her gaze to the damp spot she’d left where some of their fluids had leaked from her body.
“Don’t be. Lucky couch,” he growled, kissing her again. Pulling back while he was still able to, Seth took her hand and led her to his bedroom to get her a different shirt.
In practically no time they were standing in line for popcorn. The jacket Seth had loaned her for their ride to the theater was slung casually over his forearm. As they waited their turn, Willow felt comforted having Seth stand beside her. His arm was wrapped protectively around her waist. The action, combined with the visible mark on her neck, made her certain that anyone who cared to look would know instantly she was with him. But even the knowledge that Seth would protect her didn’t stop the blushes she felt as guys stared appreciatively at her body. For Willow, it was a little unnerving to be out wearing only one of her lover’s shirts and her heels.
Thankfully the second shirt he’d given her that night ended mid-thigh instead of barely below her p**sy. Still, the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath made her tingle with anticipation, with pleasure, knowing that she was doing something naughty.
Not for the first time since she’d climbed off his lap, she cursed her body. She’d love nothing more than to continue the sex-a-thon they’d been having back at his apartment, but she had to face facts. And the simple fact was she’d had more sex with him in the last two nights than she’d had in the last six months. And the night wasn’t finished yet. Her body was pleasantly sore all over. And with every step she took she was aware of the mark he had put on her upper thigh, in the crease of her leg. She still didn’t understand why he put one there. But I won’t press him about it. Not that it would do any good, she thought grumpily.
When it was their turn, Willow ordered popcorn with extra butter and a large soda. She really shouldn’t be hungry after all the pizza she had eaten, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to feel quite full. Maybe it was the unexpected sex on his couch that brought her appetite back.
When the clerk asked what he wanted, Seth replied, “Nothing, thank you,” then paid for Willow’s refreshments.
She waited until they were seated near the back of the theater before she asked him about it. “Why didn’t you get anything?”
Blood rushed to her face when he gave an appreciative look at the long expanse of thigh revealed as the shirt rose when she sat, almost exposing the golden curls covering her mound. Thankfully he sat to her right and the wall was to her left. They were in the back of the theater and were attending a late enough show that she didn’t believe anyone would be so close to them that they would notice her nak*dness. She was just about to comment on his glance when a couple walked down the row toward them.
Once the girlfriend got a look at her though, she tugged her man backward until they were as far from Willow as possible. Neither she nor Seth tried to suppress their laughter.