Page 53 of Catch and Release
Willa felt pure, unadulterated lust and power—to make this man putty in her hands, to make him want her so badly, to hear his breathless reactions to her mouth.
“Willa,” he panted, bringing a hand down to rest in her hair, his thumb gently caressing her neck.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see reflections of headlights and traffic lights outside the car. His knees shifted slightly as he switched between the gas and the brake, continuing to drive them home. She felt his cock swell inside her mouth, and she hummed around him.
“Willa, fuck,” Shawn grunted. “I’m about to come. You need to get up.”
But Willa sucked him harder, her tongue swishing around his cock as it swelled even more.
“Dammit, baby, unless you want me spilling down your throat, get the fuck up,” he said.
She giggled around his cock—a delirious, potent feeling overtaking her as she kept sucking at the tempo she’d kept the last few moments.
He roared, his cock pulsing and spewing down her throat. She sucked it in, making sure to swallow everything he gave her, the warm, salty liquid easily falling down her throat. She took one last suck, licking the tip of his cock, then sat up and wiped her mouth.
Shawn beheld her with admiration and barely-sated lust, his thumb coming up to rub her lips. She licked it playfully and he shuddered, bringing his hand back to the steering wheel and eyes back to the road as she situated herself in her seat.
“Well, I’ve never done that before,” she said, leaning against his side, her head resting gently against his shoulder.
“Bullshit.”
“I mean, I’ve given blow jobs before,” she clarified, her voice going soft as exhaustion began to take over. “Never road head, though. And definitely never swallowed before.”
“Could’ve fooled me. That was the best fucking blow job of my life.”
Willa chuckled sleepily, her stomach fluttering at his praise.
“I’m glad you came tonight,” Willa confessed, pliant and open after everything they’d shared tonight.
She yawned, and her eyes blinked shut. As she drifted off, she thought she heard him mutter, “Lord help me.”
As Shawn pulled his truck into their neighborhood, he glanced down at Willa’s head, still resting against his shoulder as she slept. She’d been that way since moments after she sucked him off so well that he thought he might wreck the car because he was seeing stars after the way she finished him.
He’d never felt so satisfied after a sexual encounter, which blew his mind because he hadn’t even properly fucked her yet. But God, the way she came on his fingers, the way her pussy felt as it clenched around him, the way she screamed as he gave her pleasure—he’d never forget it.
God, help him. He didn’t even want to try.
And then she unflinchingly swallowed everything as he spewed into her mouth. Seeing her swollen lips after she finished him off was easily the sexiest, most erotic thing of his life. And now she slept on his shoulder, so sweetly, so peacefully.
Even though she said she just wanted sex.
Even though he said he wanted more.
They’d have to talk about this tomorrow. What it meant, where to go from here. But for now, he was trying to enjoy this quiet moment, where he could watch her sleep. There were more layers to Willa than he thought, and he wanted to peel back each of them, learn everything he could about her. Her red hair hung loosely over her shoulders, cascading over the deep cut of her dress that made her tits look so delectable he thought he’d sprout an erection again on the spot.
He pulled into her driveway and turned off the car. She didn’t move at all, her breath falling heavy with signs of deep sleep. Gently, he leaned over and unbuckled her, then himself. He opened the car door, then pulled her out and gently cradled her in his arms. She stirred slightly, her eyes blinking slowly.
“You can stay asleep, Greene,” he whispered. “I’ll bring you inside. Just tell me where the keys are.”
“Back door’s unlocked,” she murmured sleepily, turning her face into his chest and sighing happily.
If she kept doing things like that, his heart might just splinter into a million pieces. Her scent was stronger now—something sweet and calming, some smell he couldn’t recognize but wanted to bottle up and keep forever.
He walked around to the back door and let himself in, then paused, unsure where her room was. He’d vaguely known her grandparents, but had only moved in with Grams recently, so he’d only ever spent time at the house with Willa. And now, he realized he’d never been past the kitchen.
“First door past living room,” she yawned softly into his chest, as if his pause made her realize that he probably had no clue where to go from here.
He started heading in that direction and into her bedroom. It had a four-poster bed and a soft, white comforter. Family pictures were scattered across the wall, and he noticed a few touches Willa must’ve put on the place. A salt rock lamp. What looked like incense on the dresser. A stack of books on the bedside table. Some of her clothes piled in an armchair in the corner.