The After of Us (Judge Me Not #4)(34)

He lies down and pulls me on top of him. “What?” he asks.

He’s grinning, and I’m certain he knows what I’m about to say. “You have the hottest body,” I tell him.

It’s true. He does have an amazing physique. Will is lean and cut, and I just want to lick him all over.

“You do?” He cocks a brow.

Burying my head against his smooth, hard chest, I mumble, “I can’t believe I actually said that out loud.”

He rolls me over onto my back.

Hovering above me, he whispers, “Don’t worry. The feeling’s mutual. I want to lick you all over, too.”

The way he says it, like a dirty promise, makes me groan.

“Oh, Will.” I arch beneath him, and add, “Please, please, take off my clothes.”

He does as I ask, and soon we are both bare. To my surprise and delight, Will proceeds to do exactly what he stated he wanted to do—he licks me. Not all over, but almost. And, more importantly, his tongue quickly finds the one place that really matters. “God, Will.”

“Come for me,” he whispers, his voice muffled, by me.

I come for him, hard, against his mouth, and he moves up my body, fast, allowing me little time to recover. Pressing his weight to me, Will kisses me so deeply, so all consuming-like, that I grow crazy with lust.

When he finally gives me a reprieve, I am gasping, and I can’t stop circling my hips up against him. “I want more,” I whisper.

“How much more?”

“Everything.”

He leans over the bed and fishes a condom from his jeans.

As he rises to his knees and rips open the wrapper with his teeth, he asks, “Are you sure?”

I nod, and he swiftly slides the latex down his impressive length.

A few seconds later, Will is back between my legs, pushing inside me.

Oh, wow, this is it.

I wince and pretend the moan I utter is due to pleasure, not pain.

Yeah, I’d rather Will not know this is my first time.





Will



When I roll off Emma, sated and exhausted, I notice she’s extremely quiet.

I lean over to kiss her, but she turns her head. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she murmurs.

“Okaaay.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

She seemed so cool with everything that was happening. Now, she’s acting strange. Whatever. At the moment, my main concern is ditching the condom on my softening cock.

“Hey, I’m gonna run to the bathroom, okay?”

“Yeah, fine.”

When I return from taking care of business, I flip back the covers.

What the…?

Now I know what’s up with her. I see it, right before my eyes. Shit. No wonder she was so freaking tight.

“Christ, Emma. You’re a virgin?” I blurt out.

“Yeah,” she whispers, and then qualifies, “I mean, I was. But, obviously, not after what we just did.”

I close my eyes. God, I feel like the world’s biggest prick.

“Emma, if I’d known…” I trail off and sit down on the edge of the bed. Placing my head in my hands, I say, “Christ, you should’ve told me.”

“You wouldn’t have done it then, Will.”

I lift my head from my hands and stare at her, somewhat shocked by her blasé attitude. Does she really feel that way, or is this just a farce.

“Don’t girls usually want their first time to be special?” I ask.

She shrugs and looks away, and I’m still not sure what she’s really feeling.

Sighing, I say, “Listen, Emma. The truth is, I wouldn’t have had sex with you had I known. Especially not like the way we did it.” She groans, like hearing this hurts, and I’m quick to add, “I don’t mean I wouldn’t have still wanted to be with you. I want you, Emma. I did, and I still do. But we could’ve waited, taken things more slowly—”

Her head jerks back to me and deep blue eyes flash with anger. “Don’t you get it, Will?” She gathers the covers from around her and sits up abruptly. “I was ready. I’ve waited long enough already. I’m, like, crazy-attracted to you, and it felt right. It was time, and to be honest, I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Seriously?” I hope she’s telling the truth.

“Yes, Will, seriously.” She sounds annoyed, but then she softens when she says, “Besides, it’s not like I don’t have any experience. I’ve dated guys before you, and I’ve done all the stuff we did. Just…not that.”

I glance at the bloodstain on the sheet, and Emma’s quick to cover it with a blanket.

“Did it hurt?” I ask.

She shrugs. “A little. But only really just at first.”

I scoot over to her. Wrapping my arms around her, I say, “I still wish you would’ve told me. I would have gone much easier on you. Like, been gentler, you know.”

I would’ve gone easier on her, too. I certainly wouldn’t have pounded into her like I did near the end.

She leans back and peers at me with those bright blue eyes. God, she is so beautiful. And so sexy too, with her hair all sex-tousled.

I brush back a single raven strand, and she lowers the sheet from her chest. “You could show me now,” she says.