What the fuck was I thinking offering to let Willow stay in my house? Not only is that a huge invasion of the carefully constructed privacy I have built, but now I’m stuck sleeping out in the shed. At least there is a blanket stashed in here. Not like it would really matter. No way in hell am I going back in my home with Willow violating the space.
I couldn’t let her sleep out in her car. I might be an asshole but even I have some manners left. That thought reminds me of when Willow fell into the snow. Still a klutz. It took all my control not to laugh at her flailing about. When was the last time I even smiled?
Willow is making dents to my damaged exterior without even trying. In a twisted way, I feel almost relieved to have her stomping all over my mangled layers. She’s proving to me that I’m not completely dead inside. Even though I would never admit it, I feel a tiny sliver of light mixing in with all the darkness.
When I first opened the door and saw her standing there, I had this small sense of relief crash into me. It overpowered the anger constantly pulsing through me. I actually had to work hard to keep my expression detached and unfazed. What the fuck is up with that?
It doesn’t hurt that she’s so damn hot. Willow had always been a pretty girl and had plenty of boys drooling at her feet. I followed her around like a love-struck fool. Her vibrant green gaze could stare so deep I thought she could see all my lewd thoughts. Her pouty lips could get me to do anything she asked. I always imagined running my fingers through her long raven hair. Willow would release a breathy sigh and whisper out my name.
I’m more than shocked to find my visual stroll-down-adolescent-lane has caused a physical reaction. I’m rock fucking hard. I can’t even remember the last time I was turned on.
Holy shit.
Bringing my fantasy into the present, I imagine Willow walking into my house. I can’t help wondering what she’s doing right now. Even all bundled up, I can tell she has a body made for sin. All curves and smooth lines. I bet the first thing she did was slowly unzip her coat to reveal a skin-tight sweater that hugs her body like a second skin. She catches my gaze and untamed lust causes her irises to expand. She looks hungry as she begins to stalk towards me. I would gladly be her next meal.
I yank my pants down enough to expose my dick and hiss as the cold air stings my sensitive flesh. My fingers barely touch when I wrap my palm around it because I’m that fucking hard. I haven’t jerked off since before the ambush and I know this won’t take long. Especially with seductive visions of Willow filtering through my imagination.
Her fingers rake through her long hair before sliding down her torso. Willow grabs the bottom edge of her shirt then eases it up so slowly it’s agonizing. Her stomach is toned and flat. Her generous rack pushed up by a lacy fuck-me bra. Her slender neck stretched back as the sweater goes over her head. With each new sliver of exposed skin, my cock grows impossibly stiffer.
My fist starts a slow glide, with a tight grip, just to get used to the sensation. Prickles creep up my spine as my hand strokes faster and I refocus on my erotic illusion. My balls are already beginning to tighten and Willow is still half dressed.
I picture Willow unsnapping her bra before slowly sliding the straps down her shoulders. She’s taking slow, measured steps toward me as she sets her tits free with a magnificent bounce. Her nipples are stunned by the frosty air and instantly harden into stiff peaks. I’m so mesmerized by her voluptuous breasts that I don’t notice her beginning to lower her leggings.
I groan loudly as the pleasure courses through my limbs. The pressure in my fucking dick is close to exploding but I hold back a bit longer. Willow is busy pushing her pants down and enticing me further by giving an extra swing to her hips. The sight of her like this is driving me crazier than I already am.
The only thing left is that tiny strip of fabric between her legs. Her mouth curves into a coy smile as she hooks her fingers into the sides. Her tongue peeks out and slowly licks along her puffy bottom lip as the panties drop to the floor. Fuck me, she’s stunning. The image my mind is conjuring up of Willow is completely captivating me, seducing me.
What would happen if she was actually standing in front of me?
A rumble tears from my mouth as I yank myself even harder, almost to the point of pain. The sexy temptress sashays into the bathroom. She bends slowly, giving me a tantalizing view of her delectable ass, and turns on the shower. The steam billows out around her, which gives the room a heavenly effect. A halo seems to appear on Willow’s head.
My Angel.
The tendrils of hate and shame are trying to pull me back from the edge. I don’t deserve to experience an ounce of pleasure after abandoning my brothers. The familiar stab of pain floods my system with an image of them bleeding out. They reach for me with broken limbs and cry out for help. Their searching fingers morph into a lethal noose tightening around my neck, attempting to rob the air from my lungs. I choke as my free hand goes to my throat while my occupied palm continues the punishing strokes. The darkness is thick but my eyes rapidly scan for any sight of light.
A bright shimmer forms in front of me and I use all my strength to focus on that tiny spot. My fucking mind is playing nasty tricks on me but for once, I regain control and the poison ricochets off me.
I am once again lost to the images of Willow naked, in the shower, with water streaming down her perfect body. Her skin glows from the sunlight streaming in. I want to reach out and caress every delectable inch. I want to run my tongue along every delicious inch.
She glances over her shoulder with a shy smile gracing her lips. That look is reserved just for me and that’s what tosses me over into oblivion. My balls tighten as my cock throbs with release. The orgasm feels ripped out of me and is so intense that my back arches at a painful angle. My cum fills my palm and spills over as I continue stroking through the pleasure. It seems endless and I’m suspended in a bewildered state. Eventually my withered body collapses to the floor, totally spent. My hand is still grasping my softening dick as I picture Willow blowing me a kiss.
For the first time in years, I drift off to sleep with a clear mind as a calming sensation settles over me. I’ll allow the guilt to catch up with me tomorrow.