Chapter 87 WOUND UP
GALLAHAN’S POV
I couldn’t quite believe my ears when I detected a ring of insecurity in Willa’s voice.
Incredulity. Disbelief. Fondness. Upset with myself.
All of these emerged, coalesced and tangled into knots in my chest, leaving me speechless.
But my silence sent the wrong signal, and I saw how Willa’s shoulders drooped and hunched as the light in her gorgeous green eyes dimmed like stars losing their shine.
“Forget it,” she muttered dismissively, leaning forward to capture my mouth into another round of mind-blowing kissing.
“Hey, hey,” I said as gently as I could while her lips tried to land on mine. “We have to talk about this.”
“I think the humiliation could already last me a lifetime. Let’s just forget I ever said anything.”
“No, Willa,” I said as firmly as I could. “I won’t let you stew on this until it eats you from the inside out. I need to set the record straight.”
Willa was unwilling to return my gaze. She had set her eyes stubbornly glued on a particular spot on the left side of my chest.
Any other time, I would’ve made a playful jab at her intense interest at my left pec hidden only by one layer of clothing. But right now was definitely not just any other time.
“Willa,” I coaxed, holding her chin to try and lift her head up. “Look at me.”
“Spare me the humiliation, Han.”
I pressed a chaste kiss on the corner of her lips and said, “If you can’t look at me, then listen carefully. Okay? Listen.”
She huffed and slumped forward until her forehead met my shoulder. “Can’t you just drop it? This is truly humiliating.”
“It won’t be once you hear what I’m about to confess.”
She didn’t say anything back, and I took that as my cue to completely quash the seed of insecurity I had unwittingly planted in her mind.
“It wasn’t because I didn’t want you to suck me off,” I began to say, letting my finger run repeatedly along the line of her spine. “I stopped you because I was too wound up. I was…”
Fucking hell. This was mortifyingly humiliating to admit. But I would throw my pride out the window in a heartbeat if it meant Willa would no longer feel so unwanted.
So I steeled myself with a deep breath and finally blurted out with embarrassment burning my blood and face, “Seeing you on your knees was a fantasy come to life. That, on top of being sexually pent up for six years, made me too wound up. If you had just given me one good suck, it would’ve been over. Okay? There was a huge, huge chance that I would've pre-maturely finished like an inexperienced yet very randy and hormonal teenager.”
Willa didn’t say anything for a moment, leaving me to wallow quietly in my mortification while my face continued to feel like it was on fire.
Damn it all.
To the deepest parts of hell.
What I had just admitted didn’t really paint me as a cool man with a good dick game. So I just took comfort in the fact that Willa would no longer feel insecure and unwanted after this.
But the silence drew into a full minute before Willa could finally say something, much to my displeasure.
“Oh.”
“Oh? That’s all you’ve got to say?” I said with a frown.
Willa pulled away, straightening the posture of her back. And there, on her unfairly beautiful face, was the prettiest shade of pink and the brightest grin in this world. The light in her eyes had come back with a vengeance, making her green irises look more vibrant than ever.
Such a sight made my breath hitch and my pulse race.
“Do you think you’ll end up prematurely finishing if I get down on my knees for you now?”
I groaned.
Although she was offering a very salacious act, the teasing tone and the mischievous smile she wore told me something different.
Willa was poking fun at me.
And somehow, I didn’t truly mind. Not when I was the recipient of her full attention and her disarming smile.
“Oh yeah? You think I wouldn’t be able to hold out?” I asked, but I offered no chance for Willa to respond.
I quickly claimed her lips, kissing her fervently and, quite frankly, a little too greedily, as if she was the air I needed to breathe for me to live.
Besides, Willa didn’t seem to mind how fervid I was being. She simply sank into the kiss returning my lips’ impassioned movement with enthusiasm.
Her hands somehow found my hair again, her fingers threading through the short strands.
Gradually, I let my mouth wander to her jaw, then down to her neck, where I hungrily grazed my teeth against the skin, gentle enough not to wound her but hard enough to leave marks.
I then nibbled on the patch of skin with my lips, sucked it hard, before finally flattening my tongue against it for a dragging lick, which got Willa’s back slightly arching and her hands tightening their grip on my hair.
“Han,” she breathily called out, her hips starting to move, obviously trying to find delicious friction against my painfully hard dick.
And it was maddening.
Still, I let her chase her own pleasure while I leaned back on the backrest, so I could enjoy the criminally erotic show she was putting on just for me.
“Good, baby?” I asked, my own voice deep and mildly strained from the haze of pleasure.
Willa whimpered, her steadily leaking folds released a very generous batch of slick. It was so much that a low and gravelly growl voluntarily reverberated from my chest and out of my mouth.
“So shamelessly wet and desperate for me,” I murmured, thrusting my hips just slightly to reward her hard work. “Want me to fill you, baby? Hm? Want to feel my dick slide in and out of you? Fucking you and ramming into you until all you know is nothing but my name?”
Willa’s movements stuttered for a split second, before it continued with more fervor and desperation.
“Look at you… So fucking desperate for my cock. Rutting against it like slut.”
A loud and wanton moan burst out of her, sending a chill of thrill and desire in every nerve of my body.
“H-han, please…”
“Please what, baby?” I whispered against her neck while I halted her wild and frenzied frotting.
She whined, but obediently remained still and perched on my clothed dick.
Her eyes, which had been half-lidded throughout her little frotting show, finally opened completely, allowing me to see her irises that betrayed her utter rousal.
And because I suck at control when it came to her, I claimed her mouth for a kiss, plunging my tongue for a good taste of the wet and hot cavern. All the while, I swiftly tore her perfectly good shirt, the fabric ripping easily but loudly in my hands.
She shivered when the mildly cold air touched her skin, but I immediately remedied it with my wandering touches that soon cupped breast.
Then, with my lips ghosting the shell of her ear, I whispered, “Want to take this to the bedroom, so you could sprawl all pliant on your bed while I take my time claiming and worshipping every inch of you? Or do you want me to fuck you raw and rough right here, right now? Choose, baby. Which one is it?”