Page 204 of There's No Us Without You
I let go, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my orgasm soars. Every brain cell sings with the hit of chemicals flooding my system, my entire body shaking and spasming.
Will grabs the back of my neck and pushes me harder against the wall as he lets his own release explode inside of me.
In seconds I’m falling against him, his strong arms wrapping around my waist to hold me up as I enter a state of post-orgasm weakness.
“That’s it. I’ve got you.” With a kiss to the side of my head, he smooths my hair back and pulls out of me. “Such a good girl. Turn around for me, beautiful.”
Turning to face Will, I manage to pry my eyes open. He looks every bit as spent as I feel. His eyes search mine as he cups either side of my face and presses a light kiss to my lips.
Then he kneels. “Let me see how beautiful you are with my cum dripping from this pretty cunt.” With a tap to the inside of one of my legs, he commands for me to part them wider, then pushes a finger inside me.
I writhe on the spot, my pussy so sensitive, but ready to go again if he wants to.
Will hums his approval before pulling his finger out and pressing it to my lips. “Open.”
I open my mouth to suck his finger, letting our combined releases coat my tongue.
“We taste good together, don’t we?” His eyes search mine, something unspoken sparking between us.
All I can do is moan my answer while nodding my head, my body and brain too spent to do much else.
There’s a lot about us that goes well together.
FIFTY-SEVEN
Emerson
My phone rings,jolting me awake, so I slam my hand on the bedside table and fumble around for it. When the ringing stops, I drop my hand, letting it hang over the edge of the bed.
If it’s important, they’ll ring me back.
With blurred vision, it takes me a moment to realise where I am—in my bed—so I roll over and wipe my eyes. Goddamn, my mouth is so dry. How long have I been out for?
My phone goes off a second time, only this time it’s a text message, so I grab my phone again, and tap the screen to open the message. It’s Carter.
Carter: Hope you’re feeling better arsehole, we just kicked arse... again! Message me back when you’re done jerking off. Love you bro.
A grin spreads over my cracked lips, splitting them even more. I ignore the sting, instead writing out a message to one of my best friends.
Me: Fuck yeah! GOOD JOB BOYS.
Yawning, I wait for Carter to reply, but when he doesn’t, I take a quick look at the time, expecting it to still be Saturday—I don’t even remember what day my team was supposed to play this weekend.
Bloody hell, it’s almost three in the afternoon... on Sunday.
I’ve been out of it for almost two days, but damn, do I feel better. A contented sigh leaves my throat as I drop my phone to my chest, resting my hands there and taking a deep breath.
That must be the worst of it, right? I’ve gone through hell and come out the other side. I’m no longer in pain, nor is my head being split in half by a thousand tiny jackhammers.
Although, I definitely need a shower. My sheets reek of my sweat-induced coma, and I’m in desperate need of toothpaste, my teeth covered in that gross furry layer you get when you haven’t brushed them in a couple of days.
I stand on shaky legs and head to the bathroom, snatching a towel from the linen cupboard on the way. After my shower, andfive minutes of scrubbing my teeth and tongue, I change into a clean T-shirt and a pair of dark-grey sweatpants.
When I’d gone back into my room in nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist, I’d noticed for the first time the piles of dirty washing were missing from the corner of my room, and my drawers were full of freshly laundered items.
Will’s doing, I bet.
That man continues to surprise me. Sure, he’s an arse at the best of times, but he’s also everything to me. He reminds me a little of Wren when we were about eighteen, and he had his inability to express his feelings crushed when Matilda came into his life. I can compare her to those tiny little jackhammers hijacking my brain, except she hijacked Wren’s cold heart, then chipped away at it until all he could do was fall to his knees and beg her to stop.
