Fuck me.
A grin tugs at my mouth. “Have I ever told you how much I love you in these?”
Willow looks at me over her shoulder. “No, but I guess you do?”
Winking at her, I run my tongue over my lip, tilting my head as I take her in. She's already soaked for me, pink and glistening, and the sight alone makes me swear under my breath, and my cock painfully hardens even more.
There's no time to tease. I pull her thong to the side and bury my face between her thighs and drag my tongue through her quickly, groaning at the taste of her like it's the first time.
Her knuckles go white around the edge of the sink. A shaky breath leaves her, then a soft, helpless sound she tries and fails to swallow down.
“Elijah,” she pants. “We shouldn't be doing this.”
I hum against her, the vibration making her jolt. “You say that.” I circle my tongue around her clit. “But you're not exactly stopping me, are you?”
She lets out a strangled laugh that melts into a moan, hips twitching back toward my mouth despite herself.
God, she tastes incredible.
She's my favourite sin.
Her moans build, louder and more desperate, and I can feel the slick heat of her against my tongue. My teeth brush her piercing, eliciting a gasp from her, telling me not to stop. If she thinks I would ever stop doing this, then she's insane. No idea how far gone I am for her and so obsessed with how her body reacts to me. I clamp down on her clit, sucking with everything I've got, and her legs start trembling, quivering so violently I have to steady her. She comes, long and shuddering, and I let her ride it as if time has stretched around us.
Oh, how I wish it were my cock inside her.
When she finally catches her breath, I rise behind her, a satisfied grin on my face. Her eyes are bright, lips red frombiting, that perfect mix of fire and mischief I love to see. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Next time, I want you to sit on my face.”
“I’d suffocate you.”
I chuckle and tug her along with me. “I don't see the problem.”
We reach the door, and both of us stop. Quin leans against the wall opposite, smirking, one finger twirling around a strand of hair.
“Hey, guys, have fun?” she drawls.
Willow glances between me and Quinn, a silent conversation happening between them.
“Don’t worry, I tackled Pond before he could check on you, and that wouldn't have ended with a happy ending.”
Pond?
Quinn scans the restaurant behind her and then approaches Willow, but her gaze soon drifts to me, lingering on my lips. I stiffen as I realise I'm still holding her hand. It’s one thing for someone to know about us; it’s an entirely different matter for them to see us like this.
Quinn's smirk deepens, her tone teasing. “She tastes good, doesn't she, Elijah?”
Willow looks like she wants to crawl under the floor and disappear as Quinn wiggles her eyebrows at her. I freeze for a second, caught off guard by the revelation, and the laugh that escapes Quinn makes it obvious she can read my expression.
Nope. Not what I want to picture.
Even if she is a woman, I’m still a possessive asshole through and through.
Willow shoots Quinn a look that could genuinely stop a heart before it crumbles into pure embarrassment as she turns to me.
“It was a one-time thing,” she rushes out. “Nothing else ever happened. I swear. It was before I met her, and do you know how horrifying it was bumping into her at the coffee shop?”
I can't help the chuckle that slips free. I squeeze her hand briefly before letting go. “Breathe, princess. You're okay.”
