Chapter 26

Ella

When the sun came up the next morning, dread filled my heart at knowing I had to go next door and face Will. I had promised him I would help with Avery because I knew how sensitive Avery was to change. I knew that if I didn’t watch him, he would end up at some random sitter’s and be full of anxiety and fear. That was the last thing I wanted to see happen to him regardless of where his father and I stood. When I got there, Avery was awake, jumping up and down in excitement because I was going to watch him. Instantly, my mood lifted, and I smiled at just how happy my presence made him.

That was what made dealing with Will worth it, the look on Avery’s face when he opened the door. Not only had I fallen in love with Will, but even before that, I had fallen in love with Avery and his sweet little face. Will left for work without saying much to me, and I could see on his face that he was trying to respect my wishes and stay out of my hair. Avery and I had a blast playing with finger paints, board games, and silly putty, and all before noon. He was obviously in vacation mode, and it made me laugh. During lunch, we sat at the table eating our sandwiches and talking.

“Do you like college?” Avery asked.

“Do I like it?” I laughed. “No, not really. But it is important.”

“Why?”

“Because it will allow me to be a teacher like I’ve always wanted to be,” I explained. “Without going to college, I won’t be allowed to teach.”

“But we miss you when you’re gone,” Avery said. “My dad really missed you this time when you were away.”

My heart somersaulted in my chest. “He did?”

“Yeah,” Avery said, biting into his sandwich.

“And how do you know that?” I asked.

“Because he told me,” he said. “He looked really sad a lot, so one day I asked him what was wrong, and he said, ‘I really miss Ella.’ I gave him a hug and told him that I missed you, too.”

“That was very sweet of you,” I said, trying to hold back the emotion bubbling to the surface.

I watched Avery eat, thinking about what he had just told me. If Will really didn’t care about me, why would he tell his son that he missed me? Why would he be sad and mopey if all I was to him was a fantasy and a replacement? Everything had been so messed up between us, and it was difficult to know whether he truly missed me or if he just missed my “sweet little pussy.” Some of the things he said resonated with me so loudly that it was hard to believe anything else.

Sure, there were moments, especially at the beginning, when he really made me feel wanted, feminine, and seductive. He made me feel like we weren’t just lovers but were friends. Friends who could share our lives and talk about the way we felt. Over time, though, it was like he shut himself off, not allowing himself to feel those things for me anymore. He treated me like a challenge, not as a woman with feelings and needs. It wasn’t about the sex to me. It was more about my time with him. That was something he wasn’t seeing at all. It wasn’t a question of whether I desired him or not. I did, very much, so much so that it was hard to say no to him when he wanted to have sex. But I needed to protect my heart above all else, especially with this baby on the way. I knew if I was going to do it on my own, it was going to hurt me at times.

When Will got home, I barely looked at him. I gathered my things, kissed Avery on the head, and went back to my parents’ apartment. I scrounged around in the kitchen for some food and made myself a sandwich. I sat there at the breakfast bar thinking about my life and my future. Not just my future, but the future of the child growing inside me as well. I sat there for a couple hours, drinking my water and just being there in the quiet of the empty apartment. My parents were at work, and Taryn was out with friends. It was nice to just be for a little while. When I was about to get up, though, there was a knock on the front door. I opened it and found Will standing there.

“Hey,” he said. “I wanted to see if you wanted to come over and chat for a bit.”

“Sure,” I said against my better judgment.

When I got back to his place, we sat and chatted for quite a while about nothing important, just life and work and how things had been going while I was away. It was a really nice conversation, and I found myself falling into a comfortable place with him again. I looked into his eyes as he smiled about Avery’s new love of planes, and I could feel the pull between us. He felt it, too.

He leaned in and kissed me softly, his lips barely touching mine. He opened his eyes and looked at me for a sign, but I didn’t say anything. Not yet.

“I feel so close to you,” he said, shaking his head. “I want you more now than I ever have before.”

I couldn’t control myself at that point. Between the hormones and the emotions, I was ready to have sex with him. I leaned forward and kissed him, heavily this time. He reached up and grabbed my face, our emotion turning to passion. The way he held me, the aggression behind it, turned me on more than I already was.

“I want you, too,” I said softly. “But this can’t be anything more than a one-night stand, and this will be the last time.”

He looked at me, his eyes dark and his face serious. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he stood up and reached down, scooping me into his arms and carrying me back to his room. When we were inside, he gently set me down on the floor and ran his hands over my face, kissing my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids before gently pressing his lips against mine. There was something different in the way he touched me, and I couldn’t figure out what had changed. He reached down and pulled my sweater off before tossing it onto the dresser. His hands ran over my shoulders and behind my back, and then he unhooked my bra and leaned down to catch my breast in his mouth and gently massaging my nipple with his tongue.

As his mouth warmed my breast, he moved his fingers down to my pants and unbuttoned them. He pulled down the zipper and began to pull them off, looking up at me as I used his shoulder for support when stepping out of them. After that, I walked forward and did the same for him, undressing him sensually until we stood wearing only our underwear. Our mouths moved passionately. He scooped me up in his arms once again and laid me on the bed, biting his lip as he pulled my panties off and tossed them to the side. He tugged on his boxers, freeing himself from their constraints, and climbed onto the bed and lay down next to me.

He kissed me softly for a moment and then reached over, pulling me on top of him. I looked deep in his eyes, but he didn’t smirk or give me a coy look. He leaned up and kissed my cheek, lingering for a moment.

“Sit on my face,” he whispered, sending chills up spine.

I climbed onto his face and gasped as his tongue immediately started to work me, running through my folds and massaging my clit. I looked down at his huge cock standing erect, waiting for me. I leaned over and dove my head down, the passion in my belly greater than I had ever known. My hormones were working double time, and I was already almost to the point of release. He groaned into my pussy as I took his cock deep into my throat and moaned from the feeling of him licking me. For several moments I was able to concentrate on his dick, but that didn’t last long. I sat up and grabbed my breasts, rolling my hips against his mouth. The fire in my belly had already ignited, and as Wil reached up and pushed his finger inside me, I arched my back and screamed, feeling the rush of an orgasm explode inside me.

My body thrashed and shuddered with a pleasure I had never known. Even before my orgasm fully subsided, I was ready for more. I rose off his face and crawled on all fours next to him before looking back and biting my lip.

“Fuck me like this,” I whispered.

He sat up quickly and positioned himself behind me, rubbing through my juices before guiding his cock inside me. I screamed out, pulling my head back as his big dick completely filled me. I lifted my ass farther into the air and moaned as he grabbed onto it, rubbing his finger on my ass and creating a whole new sensation inside me. I was wetter than I had ever been. I could tell he had noticed from the groans and growls escaping his throat. It was so fucking sexy to hear him enjoying himself that much, though I could tell he was holding himself back, trying to make it last as long as possible. I reached between my legs and softly rubbed my clit, my fingers grazing the base of his shaft every time he pulled out and plunged back inside me.

He gripped my waist tighter, and his movements got faster and deeper with every passing moment. He groaned and pulled out of me, holding his red, pulsing cock in his hand and taking a deep breath to hold his climax back. He lay on his back and pulled at me over, wanting me to finish on top. I straddled him and grabbed his erection before slowly lowering myself and moaning loudly, wanting this feeling to never end. I closed my eyes and rode him, grabbing onto my tits as I felt every inch of his shaft pulling and pushing inside me. He grabbed me by the waist and started to bounce me faster. The look on his face told me he was ready for release. I reached down and feverishly rubbed my clit, wanting him to feel me come all over his cock.

Just as he slammed me down on him and held me there as his body stiffened, I erupted in waves of pleasure, my pussy vibrating around his dick. He groaned loudly, his body convulsing and his hips pushing up as his erection pulsated inside me, spilling his seed while my juices exploded and ran down his long, hard shaft. We stayed suspended in position, waiting for the waves of our orgasms to diminish. As they did and our muscles relaxed, I climbed off him and caught my breath.

Immediately, I jumped up, searching for my clothes. That had been so perfect that there was no way I could allow anything to ruin it. I’d told him it was just a one-night stand, and I didn’t want to go back on my word. Before I left his room, silence surrounding us, I turned back and looked him, giving him a small smile. Then I walked away. This time, he let me be.