The After of Us (Judge Me Not #4)(43)

Wow, am I ever glad I left the laptop on.





Will



This isn’t our usual sex, but damn, I definitely like it. I never thought I’d get off so much on commanding Emma to strip out of her clothes—while saying filthy things to her—but f*ck, man, I do. It makes me hard as steel, in fact, as I watch her strip to nothing, while I remain clothed, with only my cock out and in my hand.

I stroke myself slowly and watch her perky breasts swing as I command her to, “Get down on your f*cking knees. Yeah, like that. Now, show me your hot little *.”

She complies, and I reach forward with my free hand to pinch one of her nipples. Not hard, just enough to make her squirm. I then do the same as the dude in the video clip and tell Emma, “Get that ass in the air, bitch. Yeah, like that. You’re such a dirty girl.”

As I deliver a smack to her high-in-the-air ass, Emma lets out a yelp.

“Is it too much?” I ask, slipping out of character long enough to make sure I don’t go too far.

But she assures me, “No, no, keep going. I love this, Will.”

Damn, she’s not kidding. When I spread her cheeks, her pink folds are glistening, evidence of her excitement.

“You like this, don’t you?” I ask as I dip a finger deep in her moisture, making her gasp.

“Yes,” she moans as she rocks back and forth on me.

I add a second digit. “Work yourself on my fingers. I want you ready for my cock.”

More words from the clip that make Emma even wetter.

“Damn, girl.” Those words are my own.

When I remove my fingers, she cries out at the loss. But I’m not done. Squaring up her hips, I press the tip of my dick to her entrance. I give her no more, no less. I then make her beg for it, and she quickly parrots the desperate pleas of the girl in the clip. Only Emma sounds far more convincing than the actress. This is no act for my girl—she really wants me. And, f*ck, I want her. But this time I also want to “feel” her, without the f*cking condom. She’s been on the pill for over thirty days, we should be good.

“Fuck it.” I thrust into her, and she pushes back against me, driving me in deeper. “Christ.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants.

“Is this okay?” I ask, stilling my hips for a sec. “We’re good, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she breathes out.

“Good.”

I proceed to then f*ck Emma on the sofa, and on the floor, doggy-style. But then I want more than the video clip reenactment. I want us face-to-face when I make her come, so I can kiss her, seeing as I f*cking love this girl.

Draping myself over her back, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You okay with deviating from the script.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs.

Pulling out, I turn her around to face me. “This is better, yeah?”

She smiles and agrees, “It is, Will.”

Emma stretches out before me on the sofa, and f*ck, she looks hot. She beckons me with a curled finger, like I need an invitation.

As I lower my body onto hers, she wiggles beneath me. “Give me all of your weight when you’re back inside me,” she says, breathing hard. “I love when you do that.”

Sheathing myself in her soft canal, I let out a moan. And then, pressing down on her like she asked me to do, I touch my lips to hers. “I love you so much,” I whisper.

“I love you, too, Will.”

We move as one till she comes apart. And then I follow.

Later, after we’re cleaned up and dressed once more, we finally get around to eating the pizza. It’s cold, but neither of us cares. We’re too famished from our intense activity.

I turn on the TV at some point and we decide on a Netflix movie. It’s something old and kind of low-budget-y, but it doesn’t matter to me. I’m just happy hanging out with Emma.

But I worry, as well. This isn’t my life. My life is fast-paced, punctuated by turmoil.

Still, I could get used to this.

If only my life could remain this carefree and simple.





Emma



I send out twenty-seven query letters, and then I send out twelve more, all with a sample of Will’s work. As my task proceeds, I check off each name on Will’s list of agents, the ones supposedly interested in repping an artist like him.

And then I wait.

A week passes…and nothing.

And then it’s two weeks without a bite.

Oh, well.

Still, it saddens me that not one of the agents recognizes Will’s talent.

Life, meanwhile, as it does, rolls on…

August arrives, and Will enrolls Lily in kindergarten. We go down to the school together to complete the task, and afterward we walk around to the back of the building.

“I want to show you something,” I tell Will.

“What? Your flowers?” He gestures to the flower beds where he found me planting impatiens almost three months ago. “They sure have grown,” he murmurs.

“They have,” I agree, and then I add, “But, no, silly boy, that’s not what I want to show you.”

I nudge him in the side with an elbow and he lets out an exaggerated, “Oomph.”

Grabbing his hand, I lead him over to a trail that snakes down the side of a wooded terrace. “What I want to show you is down that path.”