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Willow

I peeled my eyes open after the best night’s sleep in years. My body ached in all the right places. It was a satisfying ache that I’d be reminded of in the coming days after the fun night.

I was finally warm, after months of cold, wintery weather, I was toasting up and my toes in particular were thrilled about it after using the human hot water bottle beside me all night.

Evidence of my increased body temperature was the fuzzy pyjama bottoms, once warming my legs were now discarded on the floor like they hadn’t been my lifeline for the past three months.

Instead, I wore my retro Newcastle United tee and standard, thoroughly un-sexy panties.

I stiffened with embarrassment, shame desperately teasing at my consciousness of me wearing such revealing clothing next to Jack.

Ignoring my internal monologue, like a contented cat, I stretched my body, arms straining above my head. I arched my back, accidentally whimpering at the delicious throbbing in my arms and thighs.

A warm hand snaked around my waist, gently lifting up my T-shirt, and revealing my stomach. I gasped at the unexpected touch as fingers sleepily tickled over my soft skin, sending my muscles into an uncontrollable spasm, goosebumps following every touch.

A hand flattened on my stomach and pulled me into a solid wall of bare muscle. Feeling confident, I ground my arse into the bulge behind me, eliciting a groan of frustration.

I’d awoken the beast. A smile formed at my lips, relishing the ease in which I could make him lose his mind.

I hauled an arm back, reaching behind me and around his neck to feel his thick hair, as I continued to grind into his covered erection.

It was a tango I wanted our bodies to perfect together.

Simultaneously, the hand on my belly crept below the waistband of my underwear, the delicate touch teasing as he caressed down between my legs.

“Please—” I begged. I moaned louder, now grinding my hips to angle his fingers into where I desperately needed them. His movements were autonomous like he knew exactly what I needed, when I needed it. “I need you.”

“Where?” he whispered.

With him, words failed me. He was both too much and not enough in every way. “Everywhere— ”

Finally, his fingers slid between my lips, and he released a shuddering groan at his reward, nipping at the skin along my neck and grinding his solid erection into the small of my back.

I knew I’d be willing to give him whatever he needed as long as he didn’t stop touching me.

His fingers whispered through my slit, spreading my wetness from inside me, up to my clit and back again.

There was no holding me back, for every delicate touch of his, my hips would grind to meet him, only for him to tease me and pull his fingers back briefly.

“Jack, please!”

“Poor baby, what do you need?” he mocked mercilessly.

“I need— ” I breathed out, the ability to speak lost on me. He withdrew his fingers completely when I didn’t answer, eliciting a frustrated whine. He toyed with my nipples, and electricity shot to my clit.

“Use your words, Willow. No words, no cock.”

“You— I need to come. Please, Jack, I need you—” I squeaked out, just as he ground his cock into my arse. I reached for his hand from my breast, returning it to its rightful place between my thighs. He rewarded me with two fingers against my clit.

I cried out, gasping for the release he was so resistant to allow. I clung to his short, wavy strands of hair as an anchor. Our moans merged into one, as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, his thumb pressing against my clit as I rode my way to my orgasm.

“That’s it sweetheart, let me hear you scream. Come around my fingers, then I’ll let you come around my cock.” His words sent me tumbling into an abyss, rasping his name as my hips stiffened and my insides convulsed around his fingers.

I knew in that moment that I was done. Nothing would ever be the same without Jack Lambert.