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CHAPTER 65

WILLOW

UNRAVELING FROM THE INSIDE OUT

I brought him back to kiss me and King kicked off his sneakers, shifting over until he covered me completely. The kisses were amazing but that wasn’t everything I wanted.

His jeans were easy to unbutton but before I could finish, he dragged me up to the pillows, and took off my shorts, tossing them to the floor.

"I’m wet enough," I assured him.

"Who said this part’s for you?" He chuckled, taking his place between my legs, hoisting my thighs up on his shoulders.

Okay—I couldn’t argue against having him eat me out. King was too good at it, squeezing my thighs while he worked his magic that left me breathless.

"Fuck me," I whimpered.

"I’m working on it," he teased and came back to kiss me. I could taste myself on his tongue.

Gently, he stroked between my legs.

My mouth ran dry.

There were breathing exercises my doctor told me about, but I couldn’t think of them. I didn’t want to recognize my muscles locking up. I was enjoying myself, I needed to stay calm.

"I count from five," he whispered.

I hesitated. "What?"

"When everything gets overwhelming, I count from five. It calms me down."

"I didn’t know that."

"No one does. Only you."

Oh.

"Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to try a finger, if it doesn’t work out, I’ll go back to eating you out, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered to him. "Thank you."

He captured my lips for another kiss, still touching me. More heat unfurled between my legs, spurred on by every stroke.

"Five…" he said softly.

"Five," I repeated, flustered. "Four…three…"

I trailed off the numbers and at one, King pressed an inch inside of me.

He dropped his forehead to my shoulder. "How are you…?"

"No pain," I breathed out.

"No pain? You’re so fucking soft. Can I…?"

" Please. "

King eased his finger out of me before pushing back in even deeper.

I never thought it’d feel like he was unraveling me from the inside out. I couldn’t breathe as he kissed my neck and pushed inside of me, I was actually untangling, just like how he untangled my headphones.

"You’re so fucking tight," he groaned. "Can I say that?"

I panted. "You can say that."

"So fucking tight. This pussy is once in a lifetime."

"Once—once in a lifetime difficulty?"

He picked up the pace and bit my shoulder. "Just means you were waiting for me, just like I was waiting for you. You’re mine and your pussy knows it. No one else gets to touch you like this."

Oh my god.

I whimpered. "I want to fuck you."

"Two fingers. Let’s see if you?—"

But when King tried, my muscles coiled, and I could feel the pain at the horizon.

"One finger, it’s okay," King muttered. "Focus on this."

"But—but?—"

"Focus on me."

The disappointment was a bitter taste, but that didn’t compare with having King actually inside me even if it wasn’t all the way or really the way I wanted. The longer we went, the more comfortable I became, until I wasn’t focusing on the possibility of pain at all. All my attention went to him, groaning into my neck.

"I’m so fucking hard."

"I—I can cum from this?—"

"You’re going to cum on my hand, baby?"

"Fuck, please. "

I’d been looking forward to this since Austin and I finally gave into the pleasure. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, gripping him tight.

Until I heard the phone ring.

"Is—is that your?—?"

"Focus on me," he growled. "Ignore it."

"I—"

"It’s been a long goddamn week and I’ve been waiting every day for this. Willow, I want to hear you cum."

The blush couldn’t burn brighter, and he pushed back inside me.

"Let me tell you what we’re doing after this," he said, his words velvet. "We’re having dinner, we’re watching a movie, I’m going to peel off your clothes in the first ten minutes and touch you to get you shaking on my lap, soaking my thigh, then, nothing ."

My breaths came out in sharp gasps. "N—nothing?"

"Nothing." King leaned in, building up the rhythm. "I want you needy. I want you impatient. I want you begging and pleading because you want to cum, and I want to hold you still on my thigh while you try to get yourself off?—"

"I’m cumming," I blurted out. "I’m cumming—oh my god—King, I’m cumming?—"

"That’s right, Angel, cum on my hand."

I couldn’t hide how desperate I was, fucking his hand, the orgasm crashed into me, and I didn’t care what I looked like, I rocked against him until I finished, panting hard.

"One," King said, satisfied. "We’re going to break the record tonight." He pushed up from the bed and sucked on his finger. "That’s Ryan calling—I dodged him for some bullshit tomorrow morning—I’m going to silence my phone."

"Do you want to cum on my pussy?"

He stopped walking away and glanced at me. His eyes darkened.

"Is that a yes?" I breathed out.

"Cum on your pussy…push my cum inside of you…" He grabbed the door, swinging to look at me again. "Don’t move, I’ll be right back."

I smiled at the ceiling. The whole night was going to be like this.

But King didn’t silence his phone, I could hear the low mutter of his voice from the living room. Too much time passed. I couldn’t hear him anymore but when I walked in, King was on the couch with his head in his hands.

"Hey?" I called softly. "Is everything okay?"

When King shifted up, he looked even more exhausted than he had downstairs. "We have a new plan tonight."

"Are you okay?"

"I think the girls are going out to a bar. I’ll leave you my card."

"What do you mean?"

King grabbed his wallet from his gym bag, but I didn’t touch his card when he offered it. "I should’ve answered the phone, my mom called. I need to head over. I’m sorry."

"Oh."

I didn’t know what to do. I hesitated by the door frame while he went to his closet.

"So, how does this…work? You take her to the hospital and…?"

"We have to wait until her numbers are bad enough for them to admit her, otherwise we’re hanging out in the waiting room," he explained. "I take her and Jazz, drop her off, take Jazz back, Jazz gets some sleep, and I wait until my mom needs to come back or sometimes I have to stay, and Jazz and I hang out there for a couple of hours."

I bit my lip. "Wouldn’t it be easier to have Jazz…?"

"She’s seven, I can’t leave her at home."

"No, I mean, I can?—"

"No."

"Wouldn’t that be easier?"

"I’m not asking you to watch Jasmine. That’s not your responsibility, it’s mine." He checked his phone. "I need to go."

While he got ready, I did too. I slipped my clothes back on and rifled through his kitchen, until I stood by his door with my backpack over my shoulder.

"Do you want me to drop you off?"

"No. I’m coming with you."

"What?" He stopped. "No, you’re not."

"I brought face mask stuff, I stole popcorn from your cabinet, and I have a bunch of movies for my brothers on my phone. We’ll make it a pajama night."

"You’re not going," he said, surprised.

"I’m not going?"

"No."

I touched his side. "Look me in the eye and say you don’t want me to go."

For a long moment, King gazed down at me. The hesitation settled between us, telling me everything I needed to know.

"You said we’re spending the night together," I reminded him.

"Willow, there’s something I haven’t told you yet." King closed his eyes. "It’s about my mom."