Page 51 of Why We Break

Before I can change my mind, I lean across the bed to grab my phone and click to change the call over to FaceTime. His face fills my screen, and I feel a rush at the way he’s looking at me.

“Hey, baby,” he mutters as I prop my phone on the dresser. Before I can talk myself out of it, I reach to pull both layers of the remaining sweaters off. Throwing them across the room, I force myself to straighten my shoulders, ignoring the chill from standing in just my bra while glancing back at the screen.

“God, Han, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Will says, leaning closer to the screen. “I knew I should’ve come over this morning.”

“Yeah, and what would you have told Seth when he asked why you weren’t home during the biggest snowstorm Springside’s had in the last century?” I tease, running my hands down to sit on the band of my leggings.

“Hannah, you know I don’t give a shit about any of that. It was your idea to keep this a secret. Otherwise, I wouldn’t give a damn who knows that you belong to me.”

I freeze at that, feeling a panic that I can’t explain clawing at my chest at his words. Why does he keep trying to make this more? A part of me wants to jump at the opportunity to make this into something more than sex, but I know there’s no way that will end well. Desperate to remind him why that can’t happen, I say, “Will, stop being silly. You know we can’t go public even if we wanted to. What would the school say?”

“Baby, you’re more important than any of that. I’m a grown man, and I don’t care how much I love my job. If it comes down to you or the job, I’m picking you every time. Rules or policy be damned.”

My mouth goes dry, and neither of us speaks for a few moments. Finally, Will breaks the silence by murmuring, “Are you gonna stand there, or are you gonna keep showing me that perfect body?”

I shoot him a dirty look, while reaching for my phone. “Actually, now that I think about it, I’m pretty tired. Maybe I’ll just go on to bed and take care of it myself. I bet my fingers feel just as good as yours would,” I taunt.

“Hannah,” he warns, his voice serious, and my stomach dips at the warning in his voice and the desire on his face.

“Fine, but no more of the serious stuff tonight,” I say, throwing my phone down on the bed and sliding my leggings off.

“Hannah, as nice as your ceiling is, I’d much rather see you,” Will adds, and I see him roll his eyes on the little phone screen.

Grabbing my phone, I hold it up to let him see my mostly naked body, and he freezes. “Damn, baby. You’re so fucking sexy.”

I smile at that, lying across my bed and trailing my phone down so he can see all of me. “God, I’ve never hated the snow more in my life,” he groans, as I trail my fingers up and down my body, teasing him by pulling my panties down at my hips a little more each time.

“You gonna be a good girl and take those off for me? I want to see what’s mine” he growls.

I answer by sliding the waistband lower and lower until I pull them all the way off, leaving me completely bare.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he growls, and I hear his sharp intake of breath as I lower the phone to let him see all of me.

“Are you gonna touch that perfect pussy for me, baby?” he asks, and I pull the phone up so I can see his face.

The look of raw desire makes heat rush to my core, and I whisper, “You want me to?”

“Hell yes, Han. Touch yourself, and let me watch you come apart wishing it was me.”

I let out a moan at that, moving the phone down so that he can see my fingers trail down my stomach before brushing softly against my clit.

“That’s right. Tease that sweet little clit of yours. But you don’t come until I say so,” Will demands as I focus on following his instructions. I don’t remember ever feeling this desperate to find my orgasm, and I groan with need each time my fingers brush across my sensitive clit.

“Now show me how wet you are for me, Hannah. Slide your finger inside, and tell me if that pussy’s dripping for me yet,” he instructs, and I immediately do as he says.

“Shit, baby, that’s so fucking pretty,” he groans, watching through the screen as I slide a finger inside myself. “How wet are you, baby?”

“So wet,” I whimper, moving my finger in and out as I feel my orgasm starting to build.

“Han, you’re gonna make me come,” he growls, and I look down at my phone to see the feral look in his eyes. He’s lying back on his bed and I can tell he’s fisting his cock as he watches me touch myself through the screen. “Fuck that sweet cunt of yours and let me watch you come apart for me.”

His words drive my desire even higher, and I lose myself in his command. Reaching down with my other hand to tease my clit, I slide another finger inside my pussy, fucking myself faster as the orgasm I felt building earlier threatens to overtake me.

“Yes, come for me, baby. I want to hear you,” Will urges, and apparently his words are all the encouragement I need because, at that, my orgasm overtakes me.

“God, yes,” I moan, writhing my hips against my fingers as I come, barely aware of Will continuing to praise me on the other end of the line. It takes me a moment to come down, and when I do, I reach for my phone, smiling at the satisfied grin on his face.

“Damn, that was sexy,” he mutters, and I can’t help but laugh.

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