I sat and devoured my pizza and chugged my beer before falling back against the couch, ready to fall into a coma. When my phone vibrated on the coffee table with my dad’s name on the screen, I hit ignore and went back to the show.
“You shouldn’t ignore your parents.”
“Okay, Dad,” I mocked.
“Hey,” he held up his hands. “I get it.”
“Oh, yeah? Did your parents corner you into who they think you should be?”
“Nah. I’m just saying I get not really wanting to answer to anyone. Even when you know you should pick up the phone. It helps when you finally pick up.”
“Speaking from experience?”
He finished off his beer before picking at the label with his thumb. “My mom died shortly after she divorced Harry’s dad, and I never knew my dad. I kind of went off the rails and shut everyone out. Including your dad,” he admitted, wincing. “He kept calling, and eventually, I picked up. He pulled me back from the edge and encouraged me to get a degree to focus myself. It worked out because I used college as a way to travel abroad as much as I could.”
“That sounds like something he’d say.”
“Parents aren’t always wrong, even when we don’t want them to be right.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. Not wanting to go into anything too deep after a long day, I snuggled down on the couch and curled up to face him. “Tell me your favorite story from traveling.”
“Hmmm…” his mouth pinched, and his head tipped to the side. “Probably not my favorite, but a good one was when an entertainer flashed me his balls in Covent Garden.”
“No,” I gasped.
“Yup.” He shuddered, and we both laughed. “Probably one of my favorites was when I went to London for a year of college. On the holidays, I didn’t really have anywhere to go and not enough money to fly home even if I wanted to, so a buddy and I rented a van and road tripped through the isles in Scotland. It was cold as fuck, but worth it. Even if I did almost die of hypothermia.”
“Oh, my god. Tell me everything,” I demanded excitedly.
He huffed a laugh but did as I asked.
Somewhere along the way, I must have fallen asleep because the next morning, he was gone for work, but I woke up covered by a blanket with a pillow tucked under my head.
Imagining Willem tucking me in had me flashing back to my conversation with Felicity, and I couldn’t ignore the flash of heat that shot through my limbs. That same heat followed me to the bathroom, where I finally gave in and released the ache with the image of Willem’s large, strong body as my muse rushing me to one of my strongest orgasms I’ve ever had.
Four
Willem
Three days since that night she fell asleep with me still talking. I hadn’t noticed, not allowing myself to look over, in fear I’d get caught staring at her chest again. I hadn’t noticed until she’d fallen over, her reddish hair bright against my black T-shirt. I’d frozen, not ready to rid myself of the gentle press of her head on my shoulder. Instead, I’d turned the tv off, brushed the hair back from her fair skin, and listened to her soft puffs of breath as my eyes traced the freckles decorating her nose and cheeks.
I’d never seen her without makeup, not that she wore much, but it’d made a difference giving her a more youthful glow. It’d been just the reminder I’d needed in the moment. Her sense of humor and the confidence she exuded just entering a room made me forget she wasn’t even twenty.
It’d been then I’d slowly extracted myself. I’d almost made it when she’d sighed and whispered in her sleep, “Tuck me in, Will.”
Will.
When was the last time anyone called me Will? It spoke of familiarity and comfort.
A couple friends called me that. Tessa tried to, but I’d hated hearing it in her voice.
But watching the shortened version of my name fall from her perfectly pouty lips shot straight down my spine to my cock like a live wire. Half-sitting half-standing, I’d watched her lips and silently begged to hear it again. I’d stared as images of sliding my dick between the plump curves flooded my brain. I’d almost groaned at the thought of painting them with my cum just to watch her lick it off.
She’d shifted, and I’d finished standing, worried she’d wake to find my hard length tenting my pants. Needing to get away as fast as I could. I’d adjusted her to lay on the couch, firmly keeping my eyes above her neck and covered her with a blanket before practically running upstairs to take a cold shower.
Three days, and I’d taken a cold shower almost every morning and night without even seeing her.