Play with Me

She laughs and laps at the head like it’s an ice cream cone, and then sinks over it again, sucking as she pulls up. I thread my fingers through her soft hair and moan.

“Meg, come back up here.” She shakes her head stubbornly and continues to wreak havoc on my cock.

“I swear to Jesus, Megan, if you don’t come up here…”

“What?” she asks after she makes a loud pop noise. “You’ll what?”

I grip her shoulders and pull her back up to me, kissing her deeply, and reach between us to play with the piercing that I’ve grown to really fucking love.

It makes her crazy.

“Ah, God, Will,” she moans against my mouth and I smile.

“That’s right, sweetheart, come for me.” Her hips are moving quickly against my fingers, and I know she’s so close, and when I feel the shudders start, I guide myself inside her, and feel her sweet muscles milk my cock as I sink farther and farther in.

I grit my teeth and hold onto her hips tightly to keep from coming with her.

As her inner muscles relax, I begin to move her, and she takes over, riding me hard and in the sweetest rhythm. She sits up and pulls her arms up, resting her forearms on the top of her head as she rides me, and I reach up and cup her breasts in my palms, tweaking the hard nipples with my thumb and forefingers, making her even more crazy.

She throws her head back and leans her hands on my chest, and I reach between us again, looking down at where I’m buried deep inside her, and run the pad of my thumb over her clit and piercing, and I feel her orgasm build again.

“Look, babe,” I instruct her, and she complies, looking down at us, at me rubbing her clit, and she falls apart, crying out.

She bears down on me, clenching and shuddering, and I have no choice but to come with her. I reach up and grip her hair in my fist and pull her down to me kissing her hard as I come inside her violently, pushing my hips up, burying myself as deep inside her as I possibly can.

She collapses on me, and I roll us onto our side, still inside her, gazing at her flushed face, eyes closed, lips parted as she pants.

This, right here, is my whole world.

“I love you, Will,” she whispers, and I can’t help the wide grin on my face, or the way my cock twitches inside her at the sweet words.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

* * *

Meg fell asleep about an hour ago, but I’m not tired. I can’t stop looking at her sweet face, can’t stop running my fingers through her soft hair.

She loves me.

I smile, remembering how the words sound coming from those sinful lips, and can’t wait to hear them again.

It kills me that she thinks that loving means leaving, that if she admits to me that she loves me I’ll bail on her.

I’m never going any fucking where. She’s stuck with me, forever if she’ll have me.

I’d like to know more about Leo, have some time to talk with him. But more than that, I think she needs time with him. He didn’t look like someone who had deserted her tonight. He was protective and clearly loves her.

I ease away from Meg, careful not to wake her, grab my phone from my slacks and descend the stairs of Meg’s townhouse as I dial Luke’s number. It’s late, but they’re probably still at the reception.

“Williams,” Luke answers. I can hear the band in the background, and people laughing and talking.

“Hey, I need a favor.”

“Name it,” he answers quickly, and I grin. Natalie picked a good guy.

“I need Leo’s number.”

“He’s still on stage, Will,” Luke answers dryly.

“Don’t be a smart ass.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

~Meg~

I wake to a heavy arm wrapped tightly around my waist, a nose pressed to my cheek, and a large, muscled leg draped over mine.

I sigh and wiggle, trying to stretch without untangling myself from Will. He feels good, and after last night, I need his closeness.

He almost left me.

And I can’t blame him.

“Good morning,” he whispers.

I turn my head, rubbing my nose against his and grin. “’Morning.”

“Sleep good?” He asks and hugs me tight.

“Yeah. You?”

“I did.”

“I like waking up with you.”

He leans back and offers me a confused smile. “You wake up with me all the time.”

“No I don’t,” I shake my head. “You’re always up before me.”

“Hmm.” He kisses my temple and links my fingers with his and we just lie here and wake up. “You okay?” he whispers.

“I’m good.”

“So,” he begins with a sigh. “Tell me about Leo.”

I frown at him, confused as to where this is coming from. “I already told you about him last night.”

“No, you told me about how you met him. I want you to tell me about Leo.”

“Why?”

He shrugs. “Call it curiosity.”

“Will, he’s just like a brother to me…”

“Stop,” he presses his fingers against my lips and smiles reassuringly. “This isn’t a pissing contest. I’m really curious to know more about him.”

I search his face, and rub my hands down my face, turn on my side and face him. “Okay, I’ll give you the cliffs notes version.”

Will chuckles. “Okay.”

“He went into foster care at the age of twelve, after both his parents were killed in a car accident. There weren’t any relatives to take him.” I sigh as Will scowls. “He could have gone down some bad roads. But he just lost himself in music, and then he had me to worry about, and thank God he is so fucking stubborn, or I shudder to think what kind of a mess he could have made out of his life.”

I clear my throat and trace Will’s shoulder with my fingertip. “He moved to Seattle when he turned eighteen, armed with his guitar and a trust fund that was set up with the insurance money from when his parents died. That’s how he was able to help me pay for school and basically take care of me for so long. He’s a smart guy. And he’s so talented.”

I smile at Will. “It was fun singing with him last night.”

“You two are great together.”

I nod. “It was like no time has passed,” I whisper. “I’ve missed him.”

“Why did you lose touch when he went to L.A.?”

“Because I’m a brat.” I smirk at Will’s frown.

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