And now here we are, with her straddling my hips and her hand smearing that god awful smelling mask over my face. I glare at her as she rubs the stuff all over my skin, including into my beard and when she’s happy with her work, she sits back onto her ass, right above my cock in just a pair of white panties and atank.
Her red hair is pulled up into a messy, chaotic bun that wobbles when she moves her head and her freckles are out and proud, covering her face, chest and shoulders.
“Perfect,” She nods surely, “Now we keep that on for fifteen minutes.”
“Are you honestly telling me you think this shit smells good?” I deadpan, scrunching my nose as the stuff starts to dry against my skin, making it feel tight.
“It does smell good,” She huffs, “Stop being a baby, it’s good for your skin.”
I quirk a brow at her, challenging her silently.
She pouts, “I bet you’re the kind of guy who washes with one of those two in ones!”
I roll my eyes, “Please.”
“Just relax,” Her hands land on my chest and she begins to push. I concede, dropping down from my elbows and land on her soft pillow, the scent of her surrounding me. It’s so easy to forget the world exists when she’s all I see. “See, I bet you already feel better.”
“Better isn’t the word I’d use,” I grumble, trying really fucking hard not to get hard when all I can feel is her pussy grinding all up against me.
As if she knows, she wiggles against it and the fightwith my cock is lost.
I stare at the grin on her face, so light and carefree, as lost to this little bubble we have created as much as I am.
Though I really don’t think I could fuck her with this shit on my face.
My phone suddenly blasts sound from the bedside table. I reach for it, frowning at the missed call from Malakai and the several missed texts.
I open the thread.
Malakai: Where the fuck are you?
Sent one hour ago.
Malakai: You better have a good fucking reason as to why you’re not here, Bast. As my second you’re expected to be present for these meetings.
Sent fifteen minutes ago.
Malakai: Answer the fucking phone.
The phone rings as I’m reading that last message. Shit.
“I’m on my way,” I answer the moment it connects.
“Where the fuck are you?” Malakai snaps.
“Busy,” I growl back, “Give me an hour. I’ll be there.”
“The meeting starts in an hour and fifteen.” And then he hangs up.
I throw the cell onto the mattress and bring my hands to Willow’s legs, gently moving her off me. “I’ve got to go.”
I don’t wait for her to answer as I rush to the bathroom and hastily wash all this shit off my face and then grab the suit I wore when I came here two nights ago. It needs washing but this is better than the sweats for a damn council meeting.
How the fuck did I forget this was happening tonight!? It’s initiation for the new council members but also updates on Christian since Killian paid him a visit with that nice fat folder of his misdeeds.
“I’ll be back,” I rush back into Willow who’s pulling on her own clothes, her face twisted with uncertainty and a little hesitancy.
“Okay,” Her eyes trace my face and I lean in for a quick kiss, making it chaste so I don’t get lost in it. “Uh, Bast?”
