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I considered him in silence, wishing I could skip this part of the conversation. Yet, how could I demand full disclosure from him after throwing a tantrum, suspecting he’d lied to me, if I wasn’t willing to be equally open with him about everything?
“He gave me an ultimatum.” My throat closed off as an invisible hand threatened to strangle me to death. God, I didn’t want William to feel like I was now going to become his responsibility. That’s the main reason I didn’t want to tell him. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust him.
I swallowed past the dread and cleared my throat twice before speaking. “My dad gave me two weeks to end things with you, or he’ll cut me off one hundred percent. And yes, that includes Parsons. He’s already paid for next semester, so I’d be on my own next fall.” My hands slid down to his ridiculous chiseled abs, and I circled each of his muscles with my finger as I waited for him to reply.
“You’re letting me pay for your last year at Parsons.” He did a Jedi hand wave in front of my face, and I laughed.
“I say we make our last two weeks count.” I giggled.
William pinched my waist playfully, and I let out a sharp cry. “Someone’s being a bad, stubborn girl.” He groaned with frustration and flipped me so my back was against the sofa, and his warm body crawled on top of mine.
“And here I was thinking I was a good girl,” I stretched the joke.
“Don’t joke about breaking up again.” His hand slid inside my pajama top until he found one of my breasts. “You’remine, Guille.” He squeezed it gently, flicking the nipple with his fingers until it became hard. “Mineto touch.” He pulled down my pajama bottoms along with my underwear and let it bunch below my knees. His fingers teased my entrance, and he cursed under his breath when he found me soaking wet for him.
My neck fell back on the sofa and my eyes shut for a few seconds when I felt his fingers touching me. But I needed more. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, quickly helping to get them off his legs with my feet and letting them fall to the floor.
“Mineto fuck.” He moved inside me in a quick thrust that filled me all the way to the hilt, the stretch making me whimper from the sudden but perfect friction.
“William,” I said between gasping breaths. My fingers brushed through his soft golden hair, and I held on to it as hemade his point clear thrust after punishing thrust.
“And I—take care—of what’s—mine.”
William was not letting me think straight. Beneath the heavy layer of pleasure clouding my thoughts, his words were making me want to cave to his desire to take care of me in every single way, including financially. I wanted to please him in that sense, but I didn’t think I could, even if I could pretend to be okay with it to avoid any arguments.
William pulled out and flipped me over onto my belly, only to thrust back inside. Harder this time. “Get on your hands and knees.” I did as I was told, and he didn’t slow the pace for a second. “That’s my girl. Now tell me you’ll let me take care of you,” he said, bunching my slightly damp hair in his fist, making my neck arch to the side so he could kiss me. He devoured my mouth in a slow, deep kiss and broke it off moments later, his lips an inch away from mine. “Say it.”
“I—I can’t,” I said, the words coming out choked with a moan. “Not your—respon—responsibility.” How was I even putting words together into a sentence? I didn’t know. I was so out of breath, and my limbs and my lips were going numb with pleasure.
“That’s not it.” He released my hair and buried his fingers in my hips to pump harder and faster into me.
My silence frustrated him, but it wasn’t 100% intentional. I couldn’t freaking think! He pulled out with a groan and flipped me over again to have me sit on top of him. The way William moved me around so easily to his liking, always present and focused on my pleasure, was one of the hottest things I enjoyed about our sex life.
His hands moved to my waist and rocked me back and forth with such power that I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered. I openedthem and was met with his intense, icy-blue gaze full of need.
My mouth dropped open, and my release was curling up my spine and about to explode behind my eyes. My vision was blurry, and I couldn’t hold back from yielding to his wishes any longer. “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.” I was so close to the edge that I feared he would stop just to teach me a lesson.
“Be nice and say please.” He pistoned up and down as he continued to sway me back and forth.
“Please… don’t stop!”
“You’lllet metake care of you.” His words were a rough, authoritative command. “Say it.”
I found my release and ran my arms around his neck as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed against the very core of my being. Moments later, William came, and his harsh, jerky movements unraveled me for a second time.
So, in an act of love, passion, devotion, and impulsivity, I pressed my lips against his ear and said, “I’ll let you take care of me.”If my plans to earn a scholarship and find a way to cover the remaining costs myself go south.
But I didn’t say that.
December 31, 2010
I woke uppanting and disoriented, my forehead moist with cold beads of sweat. “Where the fuck am I?” The room was pitch black, and a second before I started panicking, I made out William’s bean bag and guitar stand on the floor next to me.
We’re in Sagaponack.
The bedroom door flew open. “Billie?” Lily rushed in. “Are you okay?” She sat on the bed next to me.
