“Yes,” she breathes. “You do.”
I spin her around, cock pulsing when I realize she’s wearing my competition shirt. My entry number andAshfordplastered across her back. The sight has my chest expanding—a primal, biological response to seeing my name written on her. It’s possessive and instinctual.
Mine, that piece of me screams.
I place a palm between her shoulder blades, pressing her over the arm of the couch. Her perfect ass hiked in the air, I bend, tugging Willow’s leggings down her thighs and allowing them to bind around her ankles. “Sending a message with this, Trouble?” I ask, plucking at the shirt. “You want to be owned by me tonight?”
“Yes,” she whimpers into the cushions.
“Fuck.” I make quick work of unzipping my shorts and slipping them down my legs, bending down to fish a condom from my wallet. After rolling it over my aching cock, I position myself behind her, scooping an arm around her waist and tugging her up so she’s flush with my chest. Hand sliding up her waist and over her breasts, I cup her neck, tilting her head back.
Kissing her gently, I rasp, “I’m going to fuck you like I own you. I’m going to fuck you like the name across your back is yours too.”
Her eyes roll, falling closed as she nods. I drop my hold on her throat, bending her over the couch again. I grip the back of the shirt, twisting my fingers in the fabric for leverage as I slide inside her.
I clamp mypalm over her mouth as another moan clatters off the walls of the room. I halt my hips, pausing deep inside her. The leg she has wrapped around my thigh presses into me, urging me to continue moving.
“What did I say, Wills?” I tsk. “Quiet girls get to come.”
Willow’s pussy tightens as she whimpers, the sound muffled beneath my hand. Her ocean eyes flare before rolling back as her head tips against the door. She nods, but I keep her lips covered anyway, shifting my weight onto the arm I have pressed against the door beside her head. I drive my hips upward again, hitting the deepest spot inside her. She pants into my palm but keeps quiet this time.
Her legs lock behind my back, fingers twined in the hair at the base of my neck as I pump into her. I’m trembling nearly as violently as she is, struggling to hold us both up—every clench of her around me sending an explosion of stars in my periphery and heat surging down my spine.
“Fuck, love. You’re going to come, aren’t you?” I groan. A strangled sound catches in Willow’s throat, and she flexes her hips against me, meeting my thrusts, causing the shelves beside us to shake. “Is that what you need, baby?” I pull back enough to meet her eyes, grinning down at her. “I’m going to send you back to work with that pretty pussy dripping down your thighs.”
She bites down on my palm, eyes half-lidded and narrowed as a growl reverberates against my skin. She thrashes against me, the drumming of her heart matching the pulse in her core, gripping my cock like she’ll leave a permanent impression of me inside her.
I remove my hand from her mouth, slapping it against the door, needing the leverage to fuck her harder. Sliding it across the wood, I cup the back of her head, folding her face over my neck. “Need to bite down, do it here, Wills.” I tap the crease of my shoulder.
She latches on immediately, a stifled cry vibrating against my skin. I drag my arm down, gliding over her chest and the dip of her waist, before reaching around to slide it under the hem of the dress hiked around her hips to grasp her ass. Kneading her soft flesh, I rock her over me, the frantic movement of our bodies slamming against the door.
I’m hoping that behind the racks of clothes in the farthest back corner of the surf shop, the rumbling behind this door will go unnoticed by shopping patrons and—God forbid—one of the owners if they were to walk in.
I told Willow to meet me here for lunch today, and since I’m working with Zander, it was easy to convince him to turn a blind eye when I grabbed her as she slipped through the front door earlier. I’d only planned on kissing her outside the range of her dad’s cameras for a few dark, perfect moments before taking her down the pier to eat, but when Willow’s fingers brushed my cock as I pinned her against the door, we both lost all composure. It’s been two weeks since our first time, and I can’t get enough.
Every second I’m not surfing or sleeping, I’m diving between Willow’s legs, greedily and eagerly owning every piece of herself she offers.
It’s more than the sex, though. It’s sleeping together and waking up together too. It’s every deep conversation and sated smile we share when tangled together in those breathless moments after finishing. It’s the way she lets me into her soul by the touch she allows me to place on her skin.
She’s engrained in me now, and I feel a little less complete when I’m not with her.
I feel more than hear my name cascading from her lips as she keeps them locked in the crease of my neck. She’s shaking wildly, body wound tight before going taut, a climax ripping through her. She writhes against me, and I hold her through it as she rides it out.
The flood of her release over my cock, the tight hold she has on my hair, and the sharp sting of her teeth sinking into my skin has me chasing her orgasm with my own, the heat coiled in my spine exploding into a burst of all-consuming ecstasy.
“So good, love. So fucking good,” I rasp, lips tangled in her sex-mused hair as I coax her down from her release.
Her forehead rests on my shoulder, parted lips panting heavily against my arm. Once her breathing evens out, I slowly lower her legs, holding her steady as she regains the strength to stand on her own. I slide my hand out from under her dress, bending to help her smooth it down.
When I stand, I do the same to her hair, running the long strands through my fingers before adjusting the straps on her dress. Willow looks up at me from beneath her lashes, the sated heat in her gaze enough to make my cock stir again. Her tanned skin glistens under the low light, cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of rosy pink, pillow-soft lips swollen from my kiss.
“That was unexpected,” she says in a breath as I make quick work of pulling up my jeans and disposing of the condom.
“I don’t know.” I shrug, a slow grin spreading over my face. “I guess you were just desperate to have your way with me, Willow.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” She rolls her eyes, smoothing down her hair one final time before throwing open the stockroom door. “Now I’m hungry.” Throwing her arm behind her, reaching for my hand, she adds, “Buy me a burger.”
“Whatever you want, love.” I grin, weaving my fingers through hers.
