‘What’s wrong?’ I ask in a whisper. My insecurities about not living up to his expectations are at the forefront of my mind now.
‘Nothing. Everything. Shit, Willow, this is killing me.’
‘What is?’
‘You, being here like this, I can’t…we can’t. Not yet.’
‘Why not?’ I ask exasperated,
‘I will be with you, Willow, but I won’t f… we can’t have sex, not yet.’
‘What… why?’
‘Because for once I’m going to do the right thing.’
‘The right thing? Are you serious right now?’
‘As a heart attack.’
‘Is that meant to be a joke?’
‘No, your birthday isn’t far away, right? We can wait until then.’
‘And are you going to wait too?’
He frowns. ‘What the fuck, Willow? I think the word WE makes that pretty clear.’
‘Not really. It wasn’t that long ago you came back stinking of whore. They say men can’t go without sex. How do I know you’re any different?’
He closes his eyes and winces at my words. ‘Willow, the next time my dick sees a pussy, it’ll be yours.’
‘And what happens if you don’t like it?’
‘I will.’
‘How do you know?’
‘Believe me, I fucking know. It’s mine. I just haven’t claimed it yet. But I will.’
I snigger at his adamant tone.
‘What’s funny?’ He smiles. I don’t answer. Instead, I kneel up and kiss his lips. He growls but pulls me closer. If he is going to do the ‘right’ thing, then it looks like it’s up to me to do the wrong thing. I’ve never been one to toe the line and do as I’m told, so it should be a walk in the park. My hands roam until I find his abs. His body is like a perfectly carved statue. My fingers find the back of his jeans, and I try my best to get a feel of his ass, but I fail miserably.
‘Willow,’ he chastises. ‘Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.’
I smile against his lips. Caught red-handed. I sigh in mock resignation.
‘Okay, okay, I’ll stop and follow your stupid rule, but you need to get up and stop the kissing because I can’t take it.’
His eyebrows shoot up as I push him back to his feet. ‘How about a movie?’ I suggest. He clears his throat.
‘Yeah, movie sounds good!’ He smiles.
‘Great, my choice though.’
He rolls his eyes. ‘Whatever, just pick one.’
I already have one in mind.
***
Howard
That’s the last fucking time I let her pick a film. Jesus fucking Christ. This Christian dude just fucked the girl, Ana, really good. My dick feels like a fucking jackhammer in my jeans, and I am as horny as a teenager watching porn. I adjust myself for about the fifth time. It doesn’t help that Willow got changed into barely-there shorts and a top that I can practically see right through. I know exactly what she’s fucking playing at. And it’s taking all I’ve got to hold myself back.
‘What happened to your PJ’s?’ I ask her, adjusting myself once again.
‘Not comfortable. Shhh, I’m watching the movie,’ she tells me like I’m a naughty kid. Fuck me, her nipples are pebbled under the top, and my tongue is desperate for a play. Her hand grazes my dick, as her fingers search out my hand. Again. Her fingers entwine with mine, and the sight of that alone turns me into a fucking pussy. It feels right. Her hand in mine. Together. There’s a clunk as the remote drops on the floor next to the bed, which breaks my concentration on our hands. Willow scrambles across the bed on her stomach, bringing herself up onto all fours, arse in my face as she leans down. I feel my dick become even more impatient to get out. The throbbing there is becoming unbearable. Then the hem of her t-shirt falls down giving me a perfect view of her tits from between her legs. Not able to take my eyes off the view, I don’t realise she’s looking at me until she clears her throat. Still on all fucking fours, she has a grin the size of her face. I give her tits and pussy one last look before I turn my attention to that smile.
‘What are you grinning about?’ I ask as I grab both legs and pull her backwards toward me. It makes her giggle and squeal. She spins and faces me, and I lock her gaze with mine and move in for a kiss. Taking what she gives. Her tongue slides against mine, and I groan from deep within. I feel her hands exploring. Without breaking the kiss, I put all my weight onto my left arm, and with my right, I do my own exploring. Her shoulder, the tiny strap of her top, her tit—a nice round mound that my fingers slide along—her ribs, the elastic of her shorts—until I find her arse. Perfect. I cup the cheek in my palm and squeeze, bringing her body up closer to mine. A whispered moan leaves her lips as she gasps at my explorations. I’m hungry for and lost in her all at once. I slide my hand inside the waistband, and her arse cheeks against the palm of my hand are fucking perfect. She grinds her warm little snatch up against my cock, and this time I groan against her lips. It’s then that I realise she has my jeans unfastened, and it’s only a second before my dick springs free. Her hand is grasping it like a seasoned pro. I should stop her. I should. Her hand moves up and down my shaft, perfectly in rhythm with her tongue lashing against mine. Jesus, she’s a virgin, but she knows her way around my cock like she’s been doing it her whole life. I know I have to stop, but I give myself just a few more seconds to enjoy it. I close my eyes, and the fucking minx flips me onto my back, one hand on my dick, the other yanking my jeans down.
‘Willow,’ I growl as she moves down my body.
‘Howard,’ she mocks. The next thing I know is I’m looking into her fucking eyes while her lips are encased around my cock. Her tongue is swirling around the head, while my balls tighten because I want to come within the first second. A rational part of my brain is screaming, how the fuck is she so good at this? But then my eyes practically roll into the back of my head as she hums. My head hits the pillow as she moves up and down my shaft once more and then she stops with a pop. Jesus fucking Christ. My eyes snap open, and I glare into hers.
‘What the fuck was that, Willow?’
Her mouth pops open, and her eyes widen. ‘A blowjob? Did I do it wrong?’ she says cringing.
I shake my head. ‘No, it was so fucking right! You done that before?’
Her turn to shake her head.
‘Willow, don’t bullshit me.’
‘I’m not!! I haven’t ever done it before.’
‘So how’d you know what to do?’
She shrugs.
‘You watch porn?’ Her eyes dart everywhere but at me. So that’s a yes.
‘Don’t be fucking embarrassed about it. If you got that from watching porn, I’m all fucking for it,’ I tell her with complete fucking honesty. Aside from the fact that she stopped before I came, that was damn near perfect, and definitely one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever received.
‘So did I do it right?’
I nod. ‘Perfectly.’
She grins then. ‘Good, I know you said no sex, but that’s not sex,’ she says with a grin. And fuck me if I don’t grin back.
‘Technically, it’s not sex, no, but my cock inside you in any way was supposed to be off the cards until your birthday.’
‘What about your tongue?’
I almost choke on nothing but air. ‘What about it?’ I manage with my grin still in place.
‘Off the cards or no?’
I think about it for a second before I shake my head. ‘Definitely not off the cards,’ I tell her, making her bite her bottom lip. Jesus, she’s going to be the death of me. ‘If it were I wouldn’t be able to kiss you.’
‘Oh,’ she answers with a definite air of disappointment. My phone rings. It’s Brad. I answer on the third ring.
‘Yeah?’
‘Gonna need you to go over some plans for the police lab.’
‘Sure, when?’
‘Now if you’re not busy.’
At that fucking moment, Willow
licks around the head of my dick like you would an ice cream.
‘Uhhhh,’ I groan. ‘Busy right now. Give me half an hour. An hour, give me an hour.’
‘Are you having a wank, you dirty fucker, make sure you wash—’ I cut Brad off, not caring what he thinks. In my lap, Willow is sucking my dick like she’s starving for it. A couple of minutes later, I’m set to go off like a rocket.
‘Willow, ughhhh. I’m gonna blow.’ I expect her to pull away, and I’m prepared to take over and catch my shit, but she sucks on me harder. My dick kicks out a shit ton into the back of her throat, and I hear her gag. Fuck. I move to pull out. Instead though, she keeps on going and sucks every last fucking bit from my dick. It’s almost painful, it’s so sensitive.
‘Can’t fucking believe that was your first time,’ I tell her fucking pleased as shit. Willow sighs, and it isn’t long before her breathing changes, and she snuggles into my side. I feel like a bastard because she hasn’t had any form of release from me. But I’m worried that if I go near her pussy, I won’t be able to hold myself back.
***
Brad has the blueprints laid out on the table in the security room. It looks impenetrable. But Brad and Brody have been working on the security system and the cameras since the police took our samples. All we need to do now is get into the place undetected. And that is my job.
‘Okay, so after five p.m., the day staff are winding down, and there is minimal staff between then and eight p.m. After that, there are security guards but no staff working the lab,’ Brad tells me.
‘So, if I want to be in and out with time to erase our samples from the system and to remove the physical ones, when should I go in?’ I ask him.
‘Early hours. There seems to be a drop in activity around three a.m. Depending on which guard is on. One in particular watches a portable T.V. with his back to the lab door. There are three others on rota, but he seems to be the best option,’ he replies.
‘Okay, so how the fuck do I get in the building?’
‘Leave that to me. You’re not going alone either. Brody is going too.’
‘Why him? Brad, that’s not a good fucking idea right now, man.’
‘That have anything to do with you having Willow’s scent all over you?’ He grins.
‘For fuck’s sake. He isn’t happy—lets just leave it at that. I’ll find someone else.’
‘Has to be him. We need the files wiped from the mainframe. Only he and I can do that, and I need to be here. I’m more experienced than he is, so I can talk him through it from here while managing all the other shit that comes with this job.’
I nod. ‘Okay, when’s this guy on shift again?’
‘If their patterns over last few days are correct and no one changes it, then he should be on tomorrow night.’
‘Fucking hell, is that enough time?’
‘Everything is already sorted, just need to get you both in and out without detection.’
‘And what if it goes tits up?’
‘It can’t. We have no margin for error at all. We need everything to go smoothly, or you’re fucked.’
‘Great, knowing my luck, we’ll get caught, and I’ll have to share a three-by-three with Brody for the foreseeable future.’
‘Now that, I’d love to be a fly on the wall for.’ He chuckles.
‘Hilarious!’ I tell him, not laughing at all. Fucker makes a joke of everything. ‘Seriously, what if shit goes down?’
‘I guess we should be worried if you can trust Brody now, huh?’
‘Nah, he’s as trustworthy as any of us.’
‘Yeah, but that was before you played hide the sausage with his baby sister.’ He laughs.
‘Fuck you, Brad.’ He laughs even louder now. ‘You’re a prick, you know that?’ He howls with laughter now. ‘When you’ve grown up, give me a shout, I’m going.’ I close the door behind me and meet Jared in the hall.
‘Finally give in did ya?’ he says, obviously smelling Willow on me.
‘Not exactly, but we’re together, yeah.’ He raises his eyebrows in question. I lower my voice so Brad doesn’t hear.
‘I’m not going to sleep with her till after she’s eighteen.’
He bursts out laughing. Fucker.
‘Good luck with that.’ He laughs again, shaking his head as he reaches for the door handle. ‘You all sorted with the lab plans?’
‘More or less, yeah.’ I nod, heading for the stairs. Pretty pissed off with the pair of them.
I WAKE UP with Willow wrapped around me. She still has her flimsy nightclothes on, and I’ve managed to keep my boxers on, but it feels fucking amazing if I’m honest. Only problem is the fact that I’ve got a raging hard-on, permanently. I try my best to get up without waking her. Sliding slowly from under her head, I place it on the pillow, hoping she sleeps a little while longer so I can at least take care of my wood. A soft little whimper leaves her lips as I place her arm to her side. Her eyes flutter open, and she mumbles something incomprehensible. But I smile because she’s so fucking cute. I step away and the floor creaks.
‘Are you leaving without saying goodbye?’ she mumbles. I turn and see her eyes fully open and alert.
‘No, I’m going to piss.’
‘How romantic,’ she scoffs.
‘What do you want me to say?’ Fucking females, honestly.
‘Maybe, I’m just going to the bathroom?’’
‘What’s romantic about that?’ I ask in all seriousness.
‘Not romantic, but would you think it was okay if I told you I was going to piss?’
‘Yeah, if it’s the truth, why not?’
‘Because I just wouldn’t say that. I wouldn’t announce to anyone what I’m going to do when I get in there. I’d just say I needed to use the bathroom.’
‘Well, we say bathroom if you need a shower or whatever.’
‘Howard, just go to the bathroom. It’s too early for this.’
I shake my head and walk away. She fucking started it. This is why I don’t have a female. They nag. Jared and Brad both have naggers. Nice women, all said and done, but fuck me they can be annoying. Apparently, that’s the case for mine too.
‘So, what do you want to do today?’ I ask when I sit back on the bed. ‘I have all day up until around ten p.m. I think.’
‘Oooh, what are the choices?’
‘Whatever you want?’
‘Whatever I want?’ she repeats waggling her eyebrows at me.
‘Except that, female! Behave,’ I tell her, but my face splits into a huge fucking grin. With that, she straddles my lap, and her fingers go into my hair. She leans down, our eyes meeting and with lidded eyes, she bites her fucking lip, before taking mine in a kiss.
‘You’re fucking relentless,’ I tell her and mean it. Smiling against my lips, she grinds herself into my hard-as-steel cock, which took no time at all to rise to the occasion. Fuck me. Her mouth is working mine over good—until there’s a knock at the door. I inhale, realising it’s Jordan. Cheeky fucker. I smile widely and pull up the comforter to cover her tits. Willow rolls her eyes at that, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s mine and no one else, especially this fuckwit, is seeing what’s mine. I open the door in my boxers. His eyes are wide and so is his mouth. Good. Take it all in fucker. This is what you’re up against if you even look at her the wrong way.
‘What can I do for you?’ I ask smiling. Which should tell him without a shadow of a doubt that something is up because I don’t smile often.
‘I was going to ask if Willow wanted to go out to—’
‘Yeah, she does, but not with you.’ I move to close the door, but Willow grabs the handle. I growl. I look at her, willing her to let it the fuck go, but she doesn’t. Instead, she yanks on it hard, opening the door, and smiling at the smarmy little prick.
‘Thanks, Jordan, that’s really kind, but I have plans with Howard today,’ she says.
‘And every-other-fucking-day,’ I tag on while she glares at me like I’m some kind of imbe
cile.
‘Right, I can see you’re busy, so I’ll see you around.’
‘Bye.’
‘You won’t be seeing her if you want to keep your fucking eyes,’ I say just loud enough that I’m sure he’ll have heard me. With that, I get an elbow to my ribs.
‘The fuck was that for?’
‘Because that was mean.’
‘No, it was necessary.’
‘It was not. He didn’t deserve that.’
‘He needs to know your mine. End of.’
‘Oh, my god. Are we in the eighteen hundreds?’
‘No, little miss cocky. You are an unclaimed female. He wants in your knickers. That was me telling him you ain’t on the market.’
‘Oh, my mistake. I thought that was you measuring your dick size against his.’
I growl in frustration. I’ve never given a shit before. I’ve never had a relationship I’ve never given a fuck. This is definitely not the case. Already she is getting under my skin, and I haven’t even had her pussy yet. I was abstaining for some stupid moronic reason. Respect. For Brody. Fucking Brody.
‘So, you better hurry on up and claim me then.’
I turn to see her getting ready. I stand gobsmacked at the sight as she slides her little shorts down her legs, bending over as she takes them off, over her feet. Giving me the perfect view of her pussy and gorgeous arse. Well, if there is a god, I’m about to be struck down where I stand because no man alive could pass up that. And I’m the only lucky fucker that’s ever going to get it. I march over with purpose. I lift her and throw her over my shoulder as she squeals and giggles—slapping my back as I walk her over to the bed.
‘What are you doing’ she squeals.
‘Gonna taste the goods.’
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