by Kim Carmody
“I’d hope so,” he said, bouncing my calf in one hand like it was made of feathers. “It’s gonna take a bit more than this to keep me upright on the field.”
As if to prove his point, he leaned over to grab a banana out of the fruit bowl, eating almost half in one go. I watched him in shock, pushing my half-eaten plate toward him.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize. I probably should have made a few more for you.”
He pushed it back, giving me a sly smile as he stood. “You eat it, you’re going to need your energy too, you know.”
Something told me he was absolutely right.
I watched as he poured himself a giant glass of orange juice before chugging it back. He stood next to me, one hand resting on the counter while the other practically free-poured the juice down his throat. His Adams apple moved up and down, his six pack tightened and released with every swallow. Honestly, his body was just obscene.
“You want some?”
Yes, I absolutely wanted me some of that.
“Huh?”
“You want something to drink? You look like you want some.”
“Oh, no, I’m fine thanks.”
He shut the fridge, coming to stand next to me. “You said you were sore.” His hand reached out to rub my shoulder. “From yesterday.”
I shrugged. “Just a little stiff, like I slept wrong or something. It’s fine.”
“Across your neck?” He bent to look me in the eye.
“Yeah.”
Will moved behind me, his hands warm and firm over my shoulders as he began kneading gently with his thumbs. I dropped my head almost as if he’d pushed a button to make me, the tightness in my muscles starting to release almost immediately. He did this for a few minutes, working methodically from the base of my skull, down my spine and out across my shoulders. It was pure bliss.
“You’re purring.” His voice rippled close to my ear.
I sighed. “You’re good at this.’”
“Feeling better?”
“Mhmm, so much.”
I felt his lips graze the back of my neck, sending an altogether new sort of bliss through me.
“I like you purring for me.”
Leaning back as his hands moved to rub the tender skin just under my breasts, I smiled. “I like that you can make me purr.”
I could feel the frantic pace of his heartbeat and felt relief that it wasn’t just my own going crazy. He stepped away, twisting my chair until I was facing him and I was once again completely surrounded by Will. His huge frame bent over me, his arms braced on either side of my body on the counter and his eyes…they gazed at my mouth like they wanted to consume it.
My hands moved of their own accord, tentative fingers coming to graze against his stomach. Will stilled, pausing on his way down to meet my mouth as I felt the muscles of his abs ripple and lock together. I tore my eyes away from his, eager to take in the sight of my hands exploring his body. I moved slowly, trailing my fingertips up until my palms ran flat across his chest, wrapping around the big curved muscles of his shoulders and back down again. His skin was a mixture of contrasts, like silk covered steel, soft on top and hard just below the surface. I watched in awe as goose bumps broke out across his skin wherever my fingers trailed, like I was leaving a physical mark on him.
I could feel his eyes on me, watching as I devoured his skin with my touch, his breathing a steady in and out, in and out. I moved my mouth towards him slowly, running my nose up the center of his chest to breathe in the scent of him, clean with a hint of something that could only be described as pure maleness. It was so subtle, yet I felt almost light headed breathing it in. I moved across his chest and slipped my tongue out almost on instinct as I passed over his nipple. His body bucked at the contact, the muscles under my hands tensing to stone.
I bit down then, sucking him to me and loving the headiness I felt as he turned to putty under my touch.
Will grunted out a low fuck, his body convulsing as I continued to bite and lick and suck. There was something so intimate about what I was doing, for some reason far more so than if the roles were reversed.
“You like that?” I smiled into his skin as I hovered over his other nipple.
“Mmmph.” His voice was gruff, gravelly. “Do it again.”
I did, eliciting another grunt as I teased him with a roll of my tongue and graze of my teeth. My hands continued roaming as I went, fingertips trailing across his abs, relishing the tightening and release as I moved across his skin.
My breath caught as I felt a cold wetness brush against my little finger and looked down to see the head of him glistening. I moved my finger over it again but this time with purpose. My eyes moving up to his face as I felt him shudder above me. I continued stroking, watching in awe as his eyes went from staring at my hand to my face and back again like he couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening. And never in my life had I wanted to own someone’s pleasure as much as I wanted to own his.
I slid off the stool to my knees, keeping my eyes on his face as I went. His body still hadn’t moved, his big arms braced the bench top and as I stared up at him hunched over me, a hint of a tremor rolled through his chest when he exhaled.
I moved my mouth to his tip, running my tongue along the top as I gripped his pants, pulling them down his thighs.
“Jesus, Em, fuck…I.” At his words I pulled back, replacing my tongue with a hand along his shaft.
“You what, Will?”
“I…you’re just—” He squeezed his eyes shut almost as if in pain. “I, I don’t know, I just need. You know?”
I bit my lip, fully understanding the need he was referring to, because I’d felt it as well. It was so powerful it was almost like a physical thing, and secretly I was glad that for once it was him and not me helplessly overtaken by the power of this need that he’d so often brought out in me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said as I took him into my mouth.
Will groaned, his hands finally leaving the bench and coming to grip my hair. His fingers laced through it and he squeezed, almost like it was the only way he could hold himself back from guiding my head with his hands.
“That’s it, Jesus that feels good.” His hips jerked as my mouth slid over him again and I ran my nails up the back of his thighs to his ass, encouraging him to find his rhythm with me.
I hummed against him, little sounds escaping my throat as I sucked, feeling myself get more and more aroused as Will’s hips moved faster.
“Fuck, I love how much you love it.” He grunted out between thrusts. “You do, you love doing this to me, don’t you.”
His words were dirty, insulting even, but I loved them anyway—and I couldn’t deny he was right. I did love doing this to him.
I sucked harder, my mouth moving wet and sloppy along him.
“I love your lips.” His finger traced my lower lip as it moved up and down him. “Your lips are perfect, they’re fucking perfect.”
His hand moved back to my hair, and I could tell he was trying to hold back from taking over, from getting rough with me.
I pulled back slightly, talking against the head of his cock. “Do it.” I nuzzled my head against his hand. “I want you to do it.”
He groaned, his hands starting a gentle thrusting motion in time with his hips as he uttered dirty words that made me wild.
Once I got used to the pace he wanted I took over, moving my mouth up and down to the rhythm of his hips, chasing the little grunts he made each time I sucked on the tip.
I began to feel the muscles in his thighs start to tense, his hands working frantically in my hair, not moving my head, just gripping and pulling like he needed something to do with them.
Just as he hissed, “Close, I’m so fucking close.” I felt him start to thicken in my mouth, and giving him one last suck I let my hand take over, gripping hard as I slid up and down the length of him. He came with a grunt, spilling onto my hand as his body collapsed over me, shuddering with the force of
it.
I slowed my movements, letting go completely when Will twitched in my palm. He dropped to his knees and pulling my mouth to his, kissing me slow and deep and long, until I was so lost in it I thought I would drown. We were both breathing heavily and when he pulled back to meet my eyes, he dragged his thumb across my lips.
“Jesus look at you. Look at your fucking lips.” His gaze roamed my face. “Your hair, I love that doing that to me made you look like this.”
I bit my lip, loving that he made me this way too.
He leaned over me, grabbing a dish cloth and my hand that still held the remnants of him in it. Wiping me clean, he threw the cloth back into the sink before pulling us both up to stand again.
Pulling me toward the bedroom he said, “Get your sexy ass back in my bed.”
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“Ouch!”
Will laughed. “That didn’t hurt.”
“No, but it tickled.” I tried to frown but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
“Ow! Will.” I tried to wriggle out from under him.
“You have the cutest butt.”
“Well thanks, but it won’t be for long if you keep leaving bite marks all over it.”
“I like seeing my bite marks on you.”
I did too, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
“Is this what I get after hours of rolling around in bed with you? Bitten by a giant mosquito?”
He smiled up at me and said with a wink, “Yeah, but at least you know I’ll always scratch your itch for you.”
He made his way back up my body, flopping down on the mattress and reaching for his phone. I watched him quietly, relishing the chance to openly observe him without his eyes on me as they had been all afternoon.
My body felt deliciously sore, used in the best possible way. Will had tortured me with pleasure for what felt like ages, and was in fact hours, once he got me back into bed. It seemed the fitness and stamina he worked so hard for on the field was paying off for me in spades in the bedroom. He’d had his way with me twice, making me feel things I didn’t even know possible, before licking every square inch of my body until I was purring for him again. He’d carried me, limb weary into the shower and soaped me up, washing me from head to toe only to pull me back into the bedroom and dirty me all over again. I was well and truly fucked and positively glowing.
“What are your plans for the weekend?”
I smiled, leaning up on my elbow. “I’m taking the chance to explore the city a little more while it’s so quiet.”
Will frowned. “No, I mean for the fourth, what are you doing?”
I shrugged. “No plans, just me and New York hanging out.”
“So you don’t have a party to go to or anything? What about Carrie or Dana?”
“They’re out of town, in fact pretty much everyone I know is. Why, what are you doing?”
Will reached out, scooping me in to fit under his body. “I, am taking you”—he placed a kiss on my nose—“to the Hamptons.”
“Ahhh, no, that’s impossible because I’ll be here…In New York…like I planned.”
“Nope, you’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you to spend the fourth on your own.”
“Will, that’s really nice of you, but I can’t do that. Besides, I’m honestly happy spending the weekend here.”
“Yes you can. What’s stopping you?” He looked down at me with genuine confusion on his face.
“I just can’t, you know…” I shrugged, feeling the full weight of his gaze on me. “What if someone saw us? Where are you even staying?”
“First of all, I’m staying at my family’s beach house, and second of all, no one will see you because I don’t plan on letting you out of my bed.”
Well, that did sound better than a trip to the Guggenheim.
“So explain to me how me staying in New York on my own is any different from you going to the Hamptons by yourself?”
Will shrugged. “I’m not on my own. My family will be there.”
I blinked, unsure I’d heard him correctly. “You want me to spend the weekend with your FAMILY? What the hell? Did I literally fuck the sense out of you?”
Will barked out a laugh. “No, Bambi, I think we fucked the sense out of each other, but still, there’s nothing wrong with you coming down with me this weekend.”
“Will, there is so much wrong with that idea, I don’t even know where to start.”
“Fine, try me.”
“Well…how exactly do you plan on explaining my presence to them?”
Will shrugged. “I’ll tell them you’re a friend from the club and you had nowhere to spend the weekend, so I invited you down.”
“And,” I swallowed. “Where would I sleep?”
“With me of course, where else?”
“Riiiight, so your friend from work is just sleeping in your bed. That’s not awkward at all.”
Will’s eyes softened, his fingers tracing the side of my face. “I’m thirty years old, so my parents won’t be asking any questions about our sleeping arrangements. And besides, you’ll have them eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.”
I stared up at him, wondering how I’d gone from not even being on speaking terms with Will twenty-four hours ago to now lying in his bed discussing a weekend with his family in the Hamptons.
“Tell you what, no one else is getting down there until Sunday so we’ll have all of tomorrow by ourselves. If you’re still feeling uncomfortable by tomorrow night, I’ll bring you back up to the city.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “And we won’t be caught by any spying eyes?”
“I promise. My family is just as protective of my private life as I am. Nothing that happens at the house will go any further.”
I shook my head, laughing. “I must be crazy to say yes to this.”
And just like that, I was off to the Hamptons.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“Em, time to wake up. We’re here.”
I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of Will’s hand on my neck. “I’m good, I’ll sleep here please.”
“Uh-uh come on, I have a very big, comfortable bed with your name on it.”
A bed with Will in it—that did sound quite tempting.
“I’ve decided to lift the ban on carrying. You can take me in when you’re ready.”
“Oh you have, have you?”
I nodded, pulling myself up in the seat and opening my eyes.
“How long was I out?” I looked over to see Will draped over the center console, looking good enough to eat.
“You barely made it off the island.”
“Oh, sorry. I wasn’t much company then.”
Will grinned. “Don’t worry about it. It was a nice change from all your screaming this afternoon.”
“Uh!” I stared at him. “You didn’t seem to mind my screaming when it was happening.”
“You’re right, let’s get inside so I can hear it again.”
Even though the sheer fact that his family owned a house in the Hamptons seemed extravagant, Will had told me the house was fairly modest, unlike some oversized monstrosities in the area. He was right. It wasn’t small—he had a big family after all—but it was like the ones you see in movies, gray wooden frames with white trimmings and a peaked rooftop. I could absolutely hang out here for a few days…I just had to get my head around sharing the space with Will and his whole family.
He led me straight upstairs and down a long corridor, placing our bags in the first room we came to before continuing down the hall.
“The bathroom’s just in—Fuck me!”
I jumped out of the way just before all two hundred and twenty pounds of Will stumbled back. “What? What is it?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He turned back from the doorway, leading me down the hall by my shoulders.
“Really, nothing? So you have that reaction every time you walk into a bathroom?”
He sighed. “No smartass, there’s just a
big spider on the wall that you probably don’t want to see.”
“Ohhh, a spidey.”
Will stood there scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I should probably find something to kill it with.”
I skirted around him and back into the bathroom. “Where is the little guy?” Turning, I spotted it halfway up the wall above the basin. “Wow, he is big. What sort is he?”
I looked back over at Will who was standing just outside the doorway frowning at me. “Not sure.”
I stepped a little closer, taking in its fat, hairy body, so different from the ones back home.
“Em, just come out of there. I’ll get rid of it somehow.”
I looked over to him again, still standing just outside the line of sight of the eight-legged intruder.
“Will?”
He cocked an eyebrow in response.
“Are you afraid of spiders?”
“Pffft. No, why would I be afraid of spiders?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Are you sure?” I walked over to him, linking my hands around his neck. “Because you seem awfully uncomfortable with him being here.”
He huffed out a breath looking back down the hallway. “I’m not scared of them. I just wouldn’t choose to have them in the house is all.”
I grinned up at him. “You know what I think?” I ran my hands down his chest, for some reason thrilled by this new revelation. “It seems like my big tough quarterback is afraid of a tiny little spider, from where I’m standing.”
Will stiffened, narrowing his eyes at me. “Look at that fucker, he’s huge!”
I laughed. “He is quite fat, isn’t he?”
“How can you be so calm? I fucking hate spiders.”
“Need I remind you where I come from? Australia is full of all sorts of spiders and snakes and poisonous nasty things. They’re everywhere.”
Will looked at me in horror. “Everywhere?”
I nodded solemnly. “Everywhere.”
I marched past him, back toward the kitchen. “Where you going?”
“To find something to catch him in. Wait there.” I threw him a sly smile over my shoulder. “Why don’t you try talking to him? He might be friendly.”
I found what I needed and popped back upstairs to see Will still standing awkwardly in the corridor, his hands now fidgeting at his sides.
