Chapter Twenty One – Cici

I pace the apartment in a state of panic while I wait for Will to come home. I cannot believe that I got caught when I was outside with my mom. I was sitting around just trying to work out how I’d gently break the news to him when he finally got home when he called me with the news. I’ve been watched. This Kingpin guy who’s targeting him has been watching me, and now he’s told on me like I’m a naughty school child. He knows everything about me, and it seems like he’s coming for me. Maybe even Jordan too. I feel like I should run, but Will has told me to stay. He has police protection surrounding the building anyway, so maybe I am safe here. I just feel weird.

I can’t sit down, I can’t be calm, I keep shaking and trembling like a leaf. Without Will here, I won’t feel okay again. The danger feels like it’s surrounding me, closing in on me, crushing me. The life has been sucked from me and I don’t know how to get it back. I’m a jittery bag of nerves, I’m not doing well being alone.

The door swings open and I immediately dive on Jordan’s basket, trying to protect him from the intrusion. I don’t know who it is, but I need to protect my child in case. My eyes dart around the room, I’m looking for anything that I can use as a weapon if it comes down to it. I’ll do anything to care for Jordan…

“Are you okay?” Relief floods me as I hear Will’s soothing tones. “Oh, Cici, you look freaked out.”

I tug my fingers through my hair, shaking my head rapidly as I push myself into a standing position. “I am freaked out. I’m fucking scared. I don’t know what’s happening and someone’s watching me and…”

Will stops my rant, just as it’s about to burst free from my lips by wrapping his arms around me. I rest my head against his chest and I listen to the calming pace of his heart beat. He isn’t a mess like me, which helps.

“Sorry,” I finally continue. “I know I shouldn’t be like this, I know it’s my fault, I just…”

Will pulls me back and he stares into my eyes. He’s giving me a very intense look. “Cici, this isn’t your fault. You should be able to go and see your mom without all of this bullshit. This isn’t because of you. This is my job that’s dragged you into this. I’m sure if you’d known, you would have kept away from me at the wedding…”

The thing is, I wouldn’t. It’s a big pain in the ass and there’s a lot of hassle surrounding me and Will, but he’s worth it. The way that I feel about him, the butterflies he gives me, the love which surrounds us both, it’s all worth all the other stuff. And of course, there’s Jordan as well. I wouldn’t change him for anything.

Knowing all of this, I push myself up onto my tiptoes and I kiss Will hard. I don’t even know what I’m doing, my head is everywhere. I just feel like I want him. I need something to distract me from all this craziness. I want my brain to switch off and to be a slave to the sensations instead. This isn’t how I should be acting, but I am.

Will grips onto, he immediately sees where I’m going with this and judging by the way his hot tongue is exploring the inside of my mouth he wants this to. Fuck Kingpin, fuck the police officers watching the building, fuck the rest of the world. Right now, it’s just us and after the shitty day I’ve had, that’s amazing.

Will tears at my clothes so I do the same to him. All I want to do is be naked. I want to feel all of his nude body as well. I need to touch his strong muscles, to remind myself how powerful he is. I want to feel his shoulders, to rub his back, to feel his butt, and I also need him driving inside of me, sending me spinning.

“Oh fuck.” Will walks me backwards until I hit the hallway wall behind me. It’s ice cold, but it does nothing to cool down the burning desire that’s racing through my whole system. “Oh, fucking hell, Will.”

He nibbles my earlobes as he yanks my trousers down, he nips at my neck while he pulls my top off, his mouth brushes all over my hyper sensitive skin while he strips off my underwear. I try my hardest to undress him at the same time, but I’m nothing more than a whimpering mess. Thank God Jordan is asleep!

“You…” Will growls as he takes control and he undresses himself in a hurry. He’s flushed all over, burning under the intense desire. “You are so fucking sexy, Cici, what am I going to do about you?”

He slams into me, pressing his thick, naked, muscular body against me and I toss my head back in ecstasy. I wrap my legs around him, lifting myself from the ground, and Will carries me without any hesitation. Even with my post baby body he makes me feel all sweet and delicate. Will leaves me feeling feminine.

I rest my forehead against Will’s as he slowly slides that magnificent length into me. I should have learned my lesson last time, I know we should be much more careful now, but today I’m going to rest on my contraception alone. I can’t stop this moment now, it’s far too hot. I’m on fucking fire, I’m fizzing everywhere. Every single one of my nerve endings is electrical, and I need some satisfaction from Will. I need to feel all of him.

“Fuck me,” I beg him in a whisper. “Fuck me hard. I really need it. I need you.”

Will gives me one chaste kiss on the lips, before he slams into me hard, forcing a guttural groan out of my mouth. My throat hums with the vibrations that he has slamming through me. It’s fucking incredible.

“More,” I beg. “I need more. I need… oh, I need everything from you.”

My ass hits the wall behind me with every thrust which gives me a strange pleasure and pain sensations. The contrast is amazing and it helps to force any thoughts from my brain. I don’t want to think about anything but him. Now, with his face buried in my neck and his cock plunged into me, he is consuming me.

“Fuck, Cici.” I can feel Will’s knees buckling. I don’t think he can handle it. His thighs have tensed but his whole body is trembling, so I slide down from him and hit my feet on the ground. Then, with a cheeky grin and a wink. I let my body take control of things and I drop to my hands and knees. I poke my ass out towards him and I beg him silently to take me in this way. I need an angle where I can get every inch of him.

Will drops to his knees too with a thud and he positions himself behind me. He rests his hands on my hips as he drives himself into me, sending me insane. I can feel him everywhere, it’s like he’s brushing against every part of my core. Even my clit is burning up, pooling pleasure inside my stomach.

I get really into it, as I push my ass backwards into Will, rolling my hips as I do, and Will grabs onto my hair as I do. He doesn’t pull it, I only get a light tug every now and again, but it’s a reminder that he has complete command of my body right now. I love that feeling, the being dominated. It’s exciting.

The orgasm starts as a pressure in my toes. They almost cramp up because I’m so tense. Then it works up through my legs, pausing at my knees which are growing redder and rawer by the second. My thighs are next, then my butt and more core. Just as I feel like it might explode, Will does something very shocking. So shocking that it actually makes me stop moving for a moment while I try to digest his actions.

“Did you just… spank me?” I demand. The sting in my ass suggests that he did.

“Only a little bit. I can never do it again if you didn’t like it? I just wanted to… try something.”

While Will tries to explain himself, my brain is reeling. I actually did like that a little bit. It wasn’t hard, it didn’t hurt, it was just playful. And it’s something that I haven’t done before. I really enjoy having brand new experiences with Will, there’s something about that which connects us.

“No, I…” I pant out. “I didn’t hate it. Just don’t do it any harder.”

I arch my back, pushing myself into him again and as his cock slides right the way into me, a groan flies out of my mouth. Will pulls his hand back and he spanks me lightly again. Now that I’m expecting it, it feels good. It’s a strange sensation that really intrigues me. I roll myself into him, begging for more.

It isn’t long until I can feel the intense bliss again. Only this time as it creeps through my body it’s even more intense. I can feel it rocking at my core, screaming inside of me. I let out a yell, I don’t even care if the whole world can hear me. Luckily, I already know that my son’s a heavy sleeper so this won’t bother him. I cry out, feeling something freeing from my chest. I’ve been locking things away for far too long, so it’s good to get rid of it all. All the good stuff, all the bad, it’s a weight lifting off of me and I love it. My heart races at the speed of light, my brain spins somewhere high above me, finally not thinking about anything, and my body caves to the deep, dark desire that swirls intensely inside of me. For a moment, I’m me again.

“I love you,” I gasp out on impulse, adding a bit of romance into the mix. “I love you, Will.”

He doesn’t answer me, I think he’s too gripped by his own pleasure that he’s desperately hungry for so I don’t push him on it. It’s nice to have this moment that’s just for us, even if Will is trying much harder now, we don’t always get it, so I don’t want to fuck it up. And anyway, the bliss is getting too much for me…

“Oh fuck!” The orgasm washes over me like a tsunami, almost knocking me to the floor when it does. I think the intensity of the past few weeks has gotten to me, and letting it out is good. It feels like a relief in more ways than once. The vibrating, shattering pleasure is one thing, but the release of emotions is something else. I guess I didn’t realize just how much I needed it, but now that it’s happened, I’m so damn grateful.

I can feel my walls contracting around Will and that seems to be the thing that tips him over the edge. He falls to the ground, planting his palms by either side of me as he does what he can just to keep himself upright. He grunts, he groans, he lets all of it out. I just hope that now, he feels as fucking good as I do.

We fall next to one another on the floor in a panting, sweaty, desperately naked heap. As we lie there, I turn my head to look at Will and I smile at him. He doesn’t return the happy expression though, he’s glowering all over again. Maybe even more so than before. I can see something churning, ticking in his brain, and I have a feeling that whatever it is, I’m not going to like it.