I think Alexis comes all over her tits at the same time, but I’m not paying attention. All I know is I’m traveling through space, whizzing past stars, over the end of the fucking rainbow.
Ho.
Lee.
Shit.
At some point we all come back to earth. Max is singing something softly. What is that song?
Oh, Rhianna’s Diamonds in the Sky.
Perfect.
After several more delicious sticky, sweaty minutes, I reluctantly allow Theo to roll off me. Cum floods out of her, and it’s hard to resist the urge to scoop it up with my fingers and press it back inside her pussy.
The struggle is real. I want all our cum up there, like she’s a heart-shaped chocolate full of gooey, white filling.
Cum-mallow.
I sniff her hair as she snuggles into the crook of my arm and decide to find Tee some chocolate scented shampoo.
Feniks spoons her back, and Max is a champ, getting up and fixing her a glass of iced water and a warm wash cloth.
“I love you guys so much,” she murmurs, virtually asleep already.
“Love you, Tee. Forever and ever, amen.”
Our-men.
Or rather, her-men.
45
“So…” Willow prompts. “Why the long face?”
I raise an eyebrow.
She sighs. “Apart from the looming end of the world, that is.”
“It’s Wes,” I groan. “Or, more accurately, it’s me, failing Wes.”
“Babe.” She reaches out and takes my hand.
“I hate it, Wills. I’m, like, bursting with Lumina right now, and am I giving any to Wes? Nope, not a drop. It makes me feel like the shittiest person alive.”
She nods, understanding. That’s one of the many brilliant things about Willow. I don’t have to over explain.
“The old ‘needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few’ path was always going to be rough.”
“Just don’t start banging on about the Trolley problem,” I grumble. “Dono has already gone there, and it didn’t help at all.”
Willow gives me a sad smile. “It must be hard on him too.”
“It is. We both feel like total shits.”
“There is one thing…”
When she pauses, I look at her. “What?”
