The After of Us (Judge Me Not #4)(53)

I place my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling, and he licks me again and again, sucking my nub into his mouth with each enthusiastic pass.

“I could f*cking lick your * all day,” he tells me at one point, his voice gruff and raw against my sex.

My knees grow weaker and weaker. “I have to sit down,” I reply as my nails dig into his shoulders.

Will helps me to the floor and lays me back gently. I then watch as he whips off his tee, revealing all those hard muscles and ripples I adore.

He keeps stroking me, watching my reactions, and I like it. My pulse races as I shift and impale myself on his fingers. Will pumps in and out of me, and then, when he does the little curling thing I love with his index finger, I fall apart.

Between orgasmic shudders, I breathe out, “Maybe we should take a break?”

“No break,” Will says with a chuckle. He nudges my pliant legs open farther and informs me, “I’m not anywhere near done with you.”

I think I’m ready for what he has planned next, but shit, I am so not. Will buries his head between my still-quivering legs and does more sinful things with his tongue. I am licked, sucked, and probed until my whole body is on fire, and all I see when I squeeze my eyes shut is blinding white as I come and come and come.

When I finally drift down from euphoria, I am lying wet and open for Will. Standing over me, he undoes his jeans, and I watch as he takes out and handles his cock.

With lust-hooded eyes and aching for more, I ask, “Is that for me?”

His hand glides up his shaft and crests over the purplish head, spreading a clear drop of liquid. “You want it?” he asks, raising a brow as he peers down at me.

“Uh-huh. And I want to taste you, too,” I say, because I really, really do.

Will kneels by my head and nudges my mouth open. He guides his cock in, allowing me to do what I want—taste him, all salty and soapy and so male.

He toys with my nipples while I suck and lick, and when his breathing picks up he skims his hand down to part my lips so he can f*ck me with his fingers some more. He then leaves my mouth, and the next thing I know he is pushing at my entrance.

I shift to accommodate him, but Will makes me wait. He toys with me with the head of his cock, a hot drop of cum coating my clit, mixing with my own juices. And, finally, he fills me, stretching me, loving me.

He moves like a piston when he really gets going, his thrusts so wild and frenzied we become like wild beasts. Will f*cks me, hard, but I f*ck him back just as roughly. I meet his rapid pumps, circling my hips, grabbing his ass.

“Fuck me harder,” I grind out in his ear as I dig my nails into his back. “As hard as you can. You won’t hurt me.”

Will growls and pushes my legs back as far as he can. He pulls out almost all the way, and we both peer down at our joined bodies. “Fuck, that is hot,” he says.

He then slams back into me, again and again, harder each time. He’s so deep inside of me that I feel as if he could keep going and tear me in two. And I want that; I need him like this, raw and unrelenting. I need to be taken, as much as Will needs to take me. This is the culmination and release of all my mistakes and his. This is me still holding a secret, and this is him trying to come to terms with his decision to leave.

We are changing, and I can feel it.

And then, I know what this is.

This is the after of us from before, who we were, and who we are becoming.





Will



I can’t wait to pick Lily up from the hospital the next morning.

I stay over at Emma’s the night before. There’s no way I am leaving her alone after all that hot sex. But, really, it’s more than that. Holding Emma throughout the night—and her holding me—is what we both need.

I guess I’m starting to understand what it means to really be in love. I once thought I loved Cassie, but I know now my feelings for her were immature and greedy. This is vastly different. My love for Emma is deep. It’s something undeniable in my soul.

Unfortunately, though I don’t want to leave her, I may have to. The wheels are back in motion with the job. No more trips to Chicago. The new plan is to fly up to New York City to meet an even higher-level exec this Friday.

Shit, they must really want me.

Do I want them, though?

Does it matter?

If I could go back in time, I’d send out query letters and samples of my work to all those agents. I’d try for my dream. But after what happened with Lily, I’m realizing I can’t keep pissing around. I need to make a decision and stick with it.

But what will that decision be?

Something is different, but I can’t put my finger on what it is exactly. I just know I feel more like myself than I have in a long time, and I don’t want to lose that.

Smiling over at a sleeping Emma, I lean over and deposit a soft kiss on her shoulder. She’s part of why I feel so good today. She sometimes brings out the worst in me, but she mostly brings out the best. Maybe she can move to New York with me? Last night, I thought about asking her to come with me. But something made me hold back.

I’ll ask her for sure…if I really end up going.

I try not to wake Emma, but when I kiss her shoulder again she rouses.

“Oh, crap.” She sits up abruptly, the sheet slipping away and exposing her delicious and so-damn-sexy pink, pert nipples. “What time is it? I have to go to work, and you have to pick up Lily.”