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“You feel perfect,” I breathed into his neck. I rocked my hips underneath him, feeling him sink deeper into my soaked pussy. Every slow thrust drove me to surrender a little more. “Harder,” I pleaded. “Faster. Please, Will.”
Instead, Will pushed himself up, green eyes staring down at me, hands pressing mine into the pillow above my head. My pussy spasmed around his heavy cock.
“This is so right, Andie.” He bent to drop one soft kiss on my lips, and I writhed against him. “You and me, like this.”
Then he fucked me.
I didn’t care what my roommates heard. I forgot them. I forgot they existed, forgot anyone existed except Will and me. My shrieks filled the room as Will drove his cock into my soaked core, tight and melting and spasming around him. The bed bounced beneath my back. My breath came out in gasps. I arched my back under my cousin, begging for I didn’t know what, until he crushed his lips against mine. His lips tasted like salt and pure need, his tongue hot and seeking in my mouth.
“Will, oh God—“ I gasped. My shrieks were turning into sobs. My fingers wanted to fist in his hair, but all I could do was clutch his hands in response as he held me down firmly.
Will had never fucked me this hard. I’d never fucked him back this hard, bucking against his unyielding body to meet every thrust that rocked me to my core. All I could do was open up to him more and more, let him in deeper and deeper, until he let out a long, low animal growl.
His cock pulsed as he came inside me. Each little jerk tugged at my pussy, pulling soft pants from my mouth. Strong arms pressed against mine. Will’s growls into my neck mingled with my sobs of need at every spurt of cum deep into my tingling pussy.
When his thrusts slowed, he collapsed on my chest, releasing my hands and massaging my prickling arms. As sensation came back, Will pulled me even closer, one hand dropping to cup my ass. We stayed tangled together, his cock still buried inside me. Minutes passed until we both sighed, stretched, and slowly rocked our hips apart.
The only sounds were the voices, horns, and rumbles of cars from outside. Cool smoky fall air drifted through the open window. My fingers twined in Will’s. As breakups went, I'd failed spectacularly. I'd just made my own job harder.
“Tell me one thing you want that you haven't gotten,” I said suddenly.
He rolled onto his back, pillowing his head on one sculpted arm, and stared up at the ceiling. “My parents should be like yours. Split up.”
I opened my mouth.
“I know, Andie,” he said before I could protest. “I know it's not great. I know you wish they were still together. But at least your parents are honest about it. My parents are going to stay married forever. The perfect couple.”
The bitter edge in Will's voice was a world away from his usual smoothness. I didn't flinch. I'd heard it before. He'd heard it from me too.
“They both get something out of it.” With my fingertip, I connected three dark freckles on his arm. His summer tan still colored his skin, fading but golden. He knew the many freckles scattered on my arms just as well. He'd traced them with his tongue more times than I could count.
“They sure as hell do.”
“What else do you want?” I asked softly. “Anything?”
He shifted on the bed to face me. “It would be nice if nobody knew who I am. So when I do something or get somewhere, it's not because I'm Richard's son. I'm not wondering if anything I do matters, or if it's all my fucking dad.”
“Really? What would you do if you were a regular person?”
He gave me a long look. “Work for things. Like you do.”
“Will.” I cupped his cheek, then pulled my hand away. “I need a break.” There was just no good time to say it. Every time would be like this. But oh God, how it hurt to speak those words. And his face, just for a second, betrayed that same hurt, flashing deep in his eyes. I swallowed hard and forced myself to continue. “I think you do too. We both need to figure ourselves out and we’re so wrapped up in each other. Each weekend, we go down a rabbit hole together and stay there for 48 hours. We can’t — it’s not like we can date, and even if we could—”
“Why not?“ Will broke in. I stared at him. He seemed completely serious. Maybe that was what came of being raised the way he was. Living above the rules of society, not caring about being judged.
“I can't keep wanting you so much,” I blurted out. “It’s too hard.”
“What do you mean?” Will looked bewildered. “I’m right here. And I don't understand that. You want something, you get it, it feels good. That's how life should go.”
“I want other things, too.”
“Is this about my parents? You don’t owe them anything, Andie. They have nothing to do with us.” I wanted to believe him. “Or you care what people think? I don’t. Is it about the summer? When you first came?” He rubbed his hands over his face and blew out a long breath. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
“I know,” I said softly. “It's just all— I can't right now. I need to focus. I love my job and I can’t afford to lose it. I need to sleep at night. Not think about you all the time.”
Green eyes stayed on my face. I made myself hold Will’s intent gaze, feeling very naked. “Something’s wrong at work? I can help you.”
“No, Will,” I said more forcefully. “Thanks. But no. I don’t want your help. Or your parents’. I need to do it alone.”
