Hating You (Blackthorn Elite 1)

“I can, and I’m going to.” Confidence oozes from every pore in my body as I move my fingers lower, till I’m grazing her entrance.

“Would you fuck her already, we don’t have all day,” Nate calls from the door and like a dog with a bone, I turn and pierce him with a look that would normally be reserved for my enemies. Something he’s going to find himself if he doesn’t knock it the fuck off.

Unphased by the look, the asshole rolls his eyes at me, and I make a mental note to slug him in the face later. Directing my attention back to Willow, I grip her by the chin with my other hand, my hardened touch causing her big green eyes to flutter open.

Using my middle finger, I press it against her drenched cunt, exhaling as it slips inside her with ease. Her lips part, a soft sigh exhaling from them. She closes her eyes again, but I like seeing her. In her eyes, I can see how vulnerable she is, how much she wants this, and I need that. I need to be able to see that this is a punishment and nothing more.

“Open your eyes,” I command. “I want you to look at me while you come all over my finger.” I half expect her to close her eyes out of spite, just because she wants to defy me wherever she can. Instead, she surprises me by keeping them open, staring up at me without even blinking it seems. All her fight and defiance are diminishing by the second, leaving a good amount of lust behind.

Breathing heavily now, her perfectly straight white teeth sink into her pouty bottom lip, probably in an attempt to keep herself from moaning. I slide my finger in as deep as I can, all while keeping the rough pad of my thumb on her clit, drawing small circles against it.

Cum beads the tip of my cock, and like a teenage boy, I wonder if Willow has the power to make me come in my jeans. Of course, she does, she’s the one temptation I can’t give in to, the one thing my body craves.

Each second that passes makes her breathing grow rougher, her head twists from side to side as she fights against my touch, against each thrust of my finger into her tight little hole.

“Fall apart for me. I want to feel you gush all over my hand. I want to see what your face looks like when you realize what I can do to you… that I do own you.”

She shakes her head furiously, a silky strand of her black hair flies into her face blocking half of it from view, but I don’t have to see her eyes to know what she’s feeling. Moving my finger faster, I put more pressure against her clit. I can see she is close, feel it, smell it even, her arousal cloaks the air making it hard for me to breathe.

Releasing her chin, I move my hand back to her perky breast, finding her nipple, I squeeze it through her sweater and bra. At the onslaught of sensations her head falls back against Warren’s chest, I’d almost forgot he was here at all. The muscles in my arm strain, my entire body begging for me to just strip her bare and fuck her out of my mind.

Her green eyes glaze over, and that pretty fucking mouth forms a perfect O moments before she shatters, coming apart right down the middle. Her pussy clenches around my finger, so tight and warm, I almost come in my pants, thinking about how my cock would feel inside of her right now.

“Fuck…. So tight and warm.” I grit out, continuing to rub her swollen nub until it stops pulsing, and I know her orgasm has rippled through her completely. Regretfully, I pull my hand out of her pants. Even if I want to spend all day there, I can’t. I can’t let her know how weak I am for her; how much I crave her. She’s like a drug, addicting, pulse-pounding.

Like an addict seeking out his next fix, I bring my finger to my mouth, the same one that was just inside her. Sucking the digit into my mouth, I let her tangy juices explode against my tongue. She watches me through hooded eyes, her breathing still uneven but not as erratic as it was a few minutes ago. Her cheeks are a bright red now, her entire body still trembling. She leans back against Warren, and I bet if it weren’t for him holding her, she’d be on the ground.

“Next time, it will be your turn,” I tell her before taking a step back. I want to take her into my arms, take her with me back to my house, but I can’t. Won’t. She’s nothing but trouble, nothing but a fucking liar, and I can’t forget that, no matter how tempting she is, no matter how sexy she looks when she falls apart.