Bare Yourself (Consumed)

Chapter Five

Tegan

My dick is as hard as iron when I pull into my driveway. The short ride from Blackie’s was quiet, but the cab was filled to overflowing with sexual tension. I’m smirking from the many times I glanced over and saw Willow adjusting in her seat. I know what she was doing, trying to relieve the ache between her legs. The woman deserves it, with the way she was driving me crazy all night. I just hope she’s up for what I have planned very soon.

I park, climb out, and walk to her side. Instead of setting her on the ground, I grab a handful of ass in both hands and carry her to the house. Her legs go around my waist when she realizes I’m not putting her down. Once we’re inside the door, I kick it closed and rest her back against the hard wood. My tongue plunders her mouth, loving the way she tastes.

With her skirt hiked up around her waist, the only things separating my dick and her pussy are my jeans and a thin scrap of silk. I grind against her and am rewarded with her whimper. The sound only makes me harder for her.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I can’t wait to get my dick inside you.”

“Oh, God, yes,” she moans, her head thumping back against the door.

I latch my lips to her neck and suck greedily, knowing it’ll leave a mark. I have no idea why the thought of her carrying my mark satisfies me so much. I just know the need to leave one is something I can’t ignore.

I carry her through the living room and into my bedroom. I flip the second switch on the wall that turns on the lamp on the nightstand. Soft light filters across the room. I set her gently down on the bed, my legs still between hers. Glancing down, I can see a shadow of her tempting pussy. The material covering her is soaked through. Reaching back, I yank my shirt over my head. Her eyes go to my chest and she licks her lips. I flex my pecs, then watch a smile touch her lips when she looks up at me. A smirk tugs my lips up.

“You’re so vain,” she says with a laugh.

I shrug, because I probably am.

She places her hands on my lower stomach, and when my muscles flex this time they do it on their own. Her hands feel so fucking good. Soft and cool and just fucking perfect. I run my fingers through her hair as she leans forward and tenderly kisses my abs. My groan is deep and uncontrollable. She looks back up at me, her hands going down to my belt buckle, and anticipation runs through me. I’ve thought about her lips and tongue on my cock all night.

She tugs the leather through the loops, then works on the button and zipper. The more she exposes of me, the harder I get. She keeps her eyes on mine, but once my pants hit the floor, she drops her gaze to my length. Her eyes widen fractionally and one corner of my mouth lifts up at the intimidated look in her eyes.

She doesn’t let my size worry her for long though. She darts out her tongue and swipes the bead of precum from the tip.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hiss, fisting her hair. I don’t pull her to me like I desperately want to. Instead, I let her take the lead. I’ll get my chance to fuck her mouth later. Besides, I won’t last long if I take her mouth the way I want to, and I need to stall for time.

Her mouth engulfs the head, and I swear I see stars burst behind my closed eyelids. Her other hand goes to my balls and tugs on them gently.

“Fuck woman, your mouth is pure fucking heaven.”

My praise has her humming in her throat, which vibrates against my dick and drives me even more crazy. My balls draw up, and I know I’m close. Too fucking close.

I pull her back by her hair. Her lips glisten and her cheeks are pink as she looks up at me in question.

“I’m too fucking close, and I don’t want to come yet,” I tell her, my voice coming out gravelly. I drop to my knees in front of her. “It’s my turn. I’ve been wondering all night what this pussy tastes like.”

I lean over and run my lips down the column of her neck and across her collarbone. When I reach the top of her breasts where her top starts, I pull back and grip the bottom, tucking it over her head. Her breasts bounce free in front of my face and my mouth waters. They’re full, firm, just over a handful, and the tips are a dark pink. They look fucking perfect.

I take a nipple in my mouth and bite down gently while I tweak the other between my fingers. Her back arches and she lets out a loud moan. My hands grip her hips, and I haul her to the edge of the bed until her pussy meets my dick. I can feel her heat and wetness. She temps me so much to rip her panties away and sink balls deep inside her, but I hold myself back.

I release her nipple and work my lips down her stomach to the top of her skirt. When I look up at her, she’s resting back on her elbows with her head thrown back, panting heavily.

I feel a presence at my back. I don’t have to turn around to know who it is. I told Nathan to give me a fifteen minute head start, then follow us here. I have no idea if Willow will allow him to stay, but I’m damn sure hoping she will. If she’s not comfortable with it, I’ll make him leave and we’ll finish what we started, but after tonight, we won’t see each other again. This is me. This is what I do. I can have sex without someone watching, but I need someone who’s willing to give this to me, at least sometimes.

Willow lifts her head and her breath catches. I know she sees Nathan in the room. I keep my eyes on her as I slide her skirt over her hips, taking her panties with it, baring her to Nathan. Her gaze meets mine, and I hold it, not stopping what I’m doing. If she wants me to stop, if she wants this to stop, all she has to do is say no.

Still watching her, I lean down and place the tip of my tongue at her entrance and slowly trace up until I reach her clit. She whimpers before letting out a soft moan. I suck her nub into my mouth and flick it with my tongue a few times. Her thigh muscles quiver against my shoulders.

I release her and lift my head. “Does he leave or stay?” I ask.

She bites her lip. “Will you stop if he leaves?”

I kiss her inner thigh before replying. “No. But this is who I am. I like to be watched while I fuck.”

I’m always honest with the woman I sleep with, and while I get the sense that Willow may be different than the others, it’s still something I need.

She thinks for a moment before asking another question. “Will he join us?”

“Only if you want him to.”

I’ve had both men and woman in my bed, but I prefer women. Nathan and I have shared women before, have even touched each other to an extent, but it’s only happened a couple times, and only because the woman wanted it. It’s not something I’m opposed to, if it makes the woman feel good.

She nods and looks up to Nathan, a blush creeping up her neck and over her cheeks. I’ve yet to see him, but I know he’s near the door, waiting to see if he’s staying or going.

When Willow looks back at me, I know what her decision is and it has the rest of my blood rushing to my dick.

“He can stay,” she says softly.