Page 63 of Why We Break

Shaking my head at them, I make my way into the kitchen, filling a glass of water before heading into my bedroom. Stripping down, I throw my head into a knot on top of my head and jump in the shower before Will gets here. Once I’m done, I dry off and grab my favorite oversized sleep shirt and some panties to throw on just as I hear the sound of Will’s truck pulling up the driveway.

I make my way to the front door to greet him, smiling as he opens the door and immediately pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard.

“Hey, Han. God, I missed you,” he whispers in between kisses, pushing me against the wall and caging me in with his body.

“I missed you too,” I admit, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth back to mine.

After a few more minutes of frantic kissing, Will pushes my back so that I’m leaning against the wall, before reaching down and pulling my shirt off over my head. Since I didn’t bother with a bra after the shower, I’m left standing in front of him in nothing but my panties.

“God, you’re so freaking perfect,” he groans, running his hands over my body in a slow caress.

I’m still caged in between the wall and his body, and I’m about to pull him closer so that I can wrap myself around him like we did in the shower, but before I can Will leans down and picks me up, carrying me to my bedroom.

As soon as we reach my plush, white bed, he throws me down gently, leaving me to sprawl across the comforter as I wait for him to join me. Deciding he needs a little encouragement, I rise from my position on the bed, reaching out and starting to pull off his clothes until he’s standing naked in front of me.

“Somebody ready to get to the good stuff tonight, huh?” he teases, and I reach out and trace my fingers lightly down his already hard cock in response.

He hisses a breath through his teeth, pushing his hips toward the direction of my hand. I can tell he’s about to tell me to stop, knowing he usually won’t come until I’ve finished at least once. Deciding to push his resolve a little bit, I lean forward, sinking to my knees on the floor in front of him and running my tongue across the head of his dick before teasing my tongue down his shaft.

“Holy shit, Hannah. You have no idea how incredible you feel. But we need to stop if you’re gonna come on my cock,” he insists.

Looking up at him, I pretend to consider what he’s saying before whispering, “Maybe later,” and taking his cock down my throat.

He lets out a moan of surprise, shifting his hips to give me better access. “God,” he mutters, as I find a rhythm and start to take him deeper each time.

“So pretty when you’re on your knees for me,” he praises, running his fingers through my hair and rocking his hips to lightly fuck my face. I look up at him from my position on the floor while he slides in and out of my mouth, and as soon as we make eye contact he lets out a curse, before pulling back and reaching down to pull me up off the floor.

I debate arguing with him, but before I can get a word out, he reaches around, lying me face down on the bed with my ass up in the air in front of him. “You look so fucking perfect sucking my dick, but I told you I need to be inside you,” he explains, lining himself up and sliding inside my pussy.

I moan at the feeling of him starting to fuck me, immediately starting to writhe under him, desperate for him to find the spot inside me that drives me wild. After a few gentler strokes to make sure he’s not hurting me, he starts to build a rhythm, kneading my ass with his hands as his thrusts get harder.

I’m lost in the sensation, bucking my hips against him and chasing my release when his fingers reach around, pulling my back to his chest. He wraps one hand around my neck, not hard enough to hurt, but more in a show of dominance that has my pussy clenching around him.

Using the other hand, he reaches down and flicks my clit over and over, mixing up the intensity and frequency until I’m a babbling mess. “That’s right, baby. Come for me and squeeze my cock with that perfect pussy,” he praises.

The combination of his words, the possessive way he’s holding me, and the hand teasing my clit as he fucks me hard pushes me over the edge, and my orgasm slams into me, causing me to scream at how good he feels. As my climax starts to fade, Will’s fingers press into my hips, his motions becoming more and more frantic until I feel his cum filling me.

“So damn perfect,” he mutters, reaching down and twisting us so that we’re both lying across my bed. After a moment, he slides out of me and wraps his arms around my shoulders, letting me rest my head on his chest.

I cuddle next to him for a minute before he brushes his fingers through my hair. “God, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this. Pretty sure I could hold you every night for the rest of my life with no complaint,” he mutters, dropping a kiss on the top of my head and pulling me closer.

I nod in agreement without thinking, before I realize what he just said. Alarm bells start going off in my head. This was not a part of the casual, just sex relationship we agreed to. I tell myself to calm down, but instead, I feel my heart start to race and I start to panic.

I realize with a start that, despite my best efforts, there’s nothing casual about the relationship Will and I have. I’ve sworn up and down that he means nothing to me, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

God, I already walked away the first time when we let ourselves believe in a future we’d never have, and it damn near broke me. My heart breaks at the realization that I’ll have to do it again, despite the fact that a future with him is all I’ve ever wanted.

I feel my eyes well with tears as Will lays beside me with his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around me. Knowing I can’t let this go any further without losing even more of my heart, I push the tears down and steel myself to get this over with.

“Okay, so this has been fun and all, but I think it’s time you leave. We can’t keep doing this, Will.”

CHAPTER 48

WILL

Ifreeze at her words, half expecting her to laugh and tell me she’s joking. Opening my eyes from where I was savoring the feeling of having her in my arms, I look around for the source of her words, confused when I come up empty.

“Hannah, what’s wrong?” I ask, recognizing the look of panic that’s suddenly on her face, but she appears like she’s lost in her own world. “Hannah, I swear to God, just talk to me.”

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