"You like what you see?" Thatcher asked as he rolled the condom over his hard length.
Willow could only nod. She was smart and worked in finance and could explain all kinds of crazy concepts. But with the most attractive naked man in front of her that she had ever seen… Well, what the hell were words even?
Thatcher lowered himself closer to her. "You OK?"
Willow reached up to grab his bicep, taunt and hard under her fingers. She squeezed it with her fingers, letting him know that yes, she wanted this, she wanted him, and she wanted him badly.
Thatcher leaned down and chuckled a little in her ear, throwing her a bit off guard. That's when he pushed deep into her, causing her to instinctively moan in response. She remembered this feeling of his cock sliding into her, and it was still so good.
She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, pushing her higher and higher as her fingers tightened against his muscular arm. The pleasure from his hardness was pulsating through her body, coiling her passion in her belly as he sunk into her over and over. Then he hit one spot deep in her that made her almost cry out in sexual delight.
"Shhh. You don't want your neighbors to hear you." He pulled away slightly and gave her a mischievous grin. "Or do you?"
Thatcher thrust hard into her, making her gasp as she bit down on her lip so she wouldn't scream with passion.
She probably didn't want her neighbors to hear her. She didn't need Mrs. Crabtree going on at the next residents' meeting about the people in the building next door having loud sex with the windows open while knowing that she, Willow, was the person in the building next door having loud sex with the windows open.
Or maybe she did want the neighbors to hear her. Maybe she wanted everyone to know that she was being fucked hard and deep by a man that Chicago fans called Thunder -- and for good reason too. Each buck of his hips was like a thunderclap to her body, electrifying her over and over again.
Her fingers dug into his hard biceps, her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. "You feel so good, Thatcher."
He groaned and picked up his pace. "Say my name, Willow."
"Thatcher."
"Say it again," he growled through gritted teeth.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close enough to murmur in his ear. "Fuck me, Thatcher."
He drove his cock into her wetness, harder and harder, his moves becoming erratic as desire coiled tighter inside her. If this was what he did when she said his name as he screwed her, she was going to say it more.
"I'm so close, Thatcher. So fucking close."
His thrust was deep, and every muscle of her body tensed around him in shock. She was not expecting to come that hard, but she couldn't control the effect that his body had on her. It was just too much for her, and dammit, he felt so good. Thatcher plunged himself into her one more time, groaning in pleasure as he followed her over the edge of ecstasy before finally stilling above her.
The room went quiet except for Thatcher's breath in her ear and the cars down on the street below. She smirked, wondering what those people in those cars were doing, wondering if they had any idea that just a few stories above them, Willow was coming down from being thoroughly fucked by one of the most famous athletes in the city.
Thatcher pushed himself up to look down on her, a bit of his hair flopping over his forehead. "Was that good for you?"
She nodded, and he gave him a warm smile in return.
"Sorry about leaving the door open. I didn't expect you to turn me on so quickly like that." He leaned down and peppered the crook of her neck with kisses. "At least you were a good girl and didn't get too loud."
She scoffed at his compliment. "I can still walk over to the door and yell, 'Thatcher Kent fucked me senseless,' if you want me to."
He laughed against her neck before pulling away and standing up. The moonlight filtered through the windows, highlighting the amazing athletic body that this man somehow possessed.
"I'll be right back. Grab the blanket off the couch if you want." He started walking away before turning back to her. "Oh, and can you slide the door closed before telling the whole neighborhood about me fucking you senseless?"
She could hear his bemused tone and imagined his smile as he turned away from her again. She didn't mind that either, admiring his gorgeous ass in the dim light as he walked away.
And that's when she started to freak out a little. What had she done? Sure, the last time she was here, she had mind-blowing sex in his bedroom that she hadn't forgotten about since then. But there was no way that would ever happen again – at least that's what she thought. How did fate bring her back to him? How did fate make her come even harder under his touch this time?
She had tried to walk away, tried to never think about this man again, but tonight proved that was a really stupid idea that was never going to be possible. How she thought she could forget Thatcher Kent was beyond her.
Willow pushed herself off the floor, quickly slid the door closed while making sure not to flash the neighboring buildings, and walked quietly over to his couch to pull the blanket off andwrap it around her body. It was soft and warm, not like one of those scratchy wool kind of things.
"That looks good on you."
