Twisted Perfection

had he gone? Had he kissed her? Had he apologized? Was he engaged again? Was he about to tell me he had decided yesterday was a mistake? Maybe he’d been turned off by my response to him on the porch and my inability to be controlled.
    I knocked on the door and waited. I hoped he wasn’t here and I could get out of here before— the door swung open and Woods reached out and pulled me inside before slamming it and locking it behind him with a swift click.
    Then he was on me. His hands were clenched firmly on my waist and his mouth was hungrily nipping at my bottom lip. There was no sweetness to his tongue’s invasion into my mouth.
    He reached down, grabbed my leg, and hiked it up to wrap around his waist then he cupped my butt and continued to assault my mouth with delicious flicks of his tongue.
    I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. This wasn’t what I had expected but I was so lost in the pleasure of it all I didn’t care.
    “Did you change out of those shorts and into baggy pants yesterday?” Woods asked as his mouth traveled down my neck.
    “Yes,” I replied breathlessly.
    “Tripp didn’t see that sweet wet spot?” His naughty words caused me to whimper and wiggle closer to him.
    “No, I wore your hoodie and a pair of sweats the rest of the day,” I assured him.
    “Good,” he growled and wrapped his arms around my back and carried me over to his desk and sat me down. “I need to taste it. Now .”
    Before I could figure out what he was talking about he pushed my skirt up, grabbed my panties, and tugged hard enough that the sound of ripping fabric startled me. He pulled the torn panties away from my body and dropped them to the floor. Then he took both my feet, bent my knees and put them on the edge of the desk leaving me completely open. I was panting with anticipation as he fell to his knees and began nibbling on the apex of my thighs. I couldn’t keep from squirming as I sucked in a deep breath between my teeth.
    Finally, his tongue ran over my wet core and I would have shot off the table if his hands hadn’t been holding my hips down. He began to thrust his tongue in and out of me causing me to greedily squeeze it with each entrance as if I could hold him there.
    “I’d forgotten how amazing you taste,” he murmured against my clit before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it.
    “Oh God, Woods. Oh, God,” I moaned.
    My hips began writhing involuntarily. I couldn’t control myself. His mouth moved to the inside of my thigh and I let my head fall back in frustration. The pulse between my legs was almost painful.
    “Woods, please,” I begged.
    He lifted his head and the hooded look in them told me he was as turned on as I was. I loved that tasting me did this to him.
    “Are you gonna come in my mouth?” he asked sticking out his tongue and running it from my opening to my swollen clit.
    “I need to,” I panted.
    “This pretty little pussy needs to come?” he asked, taking another long leisurely lap with his tongue. I squirmed and whimpered.
    “I can’t tell it no. It’s too damn sweet,” he said huskily as he reached up and covered my mouth with his hand before pulling my clit into his mouth and shoving two fingers into my soaking entrance. His fingers pumped into me as his tongue flicked my clit and sucked it. My scream was smothered by his hand. He didn’t let up until my shaking body couldn’t stand any more attention to the sensitive flesh and I pushed him back just enough to pull him up to me so I could wrap myself around him. I’d managed not to pull his hair this time but I’d screamed and licked his hand. Had I done too much again?
    “I was trying to make this all about you. I was trying to show you that you were special but fuck baby, I want inside you. I think I’m about to explode,” Woods said against my shoulder.
    What? He was trying to make me feel special? That was why he’d left me like that yesterday? I didn’t think about it too much. I was ready for more. My aftershocks were slowing down. I unsnapped his jeans and jerked them down with his boxer briefs.
“Please, now. I need you inside me,” I begged. I wanted that closeness.
    He groaned and reached for the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a condom. His eyes met mine and he grinned. “I stuck it in there before I called you in here. This wasn’t my intention but I also knew I might not be able to stop.”
    I was so relieved he had one I didn’t care.
    He slid it down his hard