Becoming Ella: An Opposites Attract Romance Page 14

  "But that's not really answering the question of why it matters so much to you. What does it matter to you if I get out of my comfort zone or not? What does it matter to you if my dreams come true or not?"

  "Like I said, I care about you, Ella. I care about you so much sometimes that it scares me. All I think about is you being happy and being happy with you. I want to see you happy. Not just content, but wildly happy, like how I saw you this weekend."

  Will's answer turns my chest to goo. I feel all of my anger slowly dissolving. The earnestness in his voice tells me he is genuine. I have never had someone look me in the eyes like that and tell me they want the best for me. The amount of care and love in his voice takes my breath away.

  "Ella," Will starts, softer, "I want to help you with this. Will you let me help you?"

  He looks at me so sincerely, and I can't get over how he just knows. He knows that I want this. That I have wanted this so badly my entire life. I have always dreamed of picking up a book with my name on the spine. I have always dreamed of supporting myself with my writing. But over a lifetime of my mother telling me that it isn't possible, the dream has been silenced.

  In the shadows, I have written and tried to make my dreams come true. On the way, I found people who loved my stories. Doing any writing brings me joy, but being around Will has helped me realize that those dreams are still there. And that they really could be possible. And he wants to help.

  I still don't feel sure of his reasoning why, because I can't believe that he would care so much about me like that, but just for a moment, I want to believe in him and it, and so I nod.

  Will flashes me a huge smile that I return, and he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around the back of his head and pulling him close to me. It feels good to kiss him and be intimate with him.

  Little by little, his lips pressing on mine melts away all of the negative feelings. I feel excited again, like how I did when we were making out on the beach. Like nothing could go wrong. I feel like all I need to be thinking about is making out with Will and enjoying him.

  My mind goes back to dirty land, where I replay images of Will shirtless, water glistening off his abs. I think of how he ground his hard cock against me on the beach and how I ground back on him. We were both so hot and desperate for each other. I think of his hands trailing all over me in the dark van before we kissed for the first time. It sent shivers down my spine and heated me up.

  "Can you take off your shirt?" I whisper, breaking away from the kiss.

  Will chuckles, but I feel his hands fumbling against my stomach as he moves to oblige my request.

  "Can you take off your towel?" he replies as he chucks his shirt across the room.

  I flush but also move to follow through on his request.

  It's only fair.

  And, I want him to feel as excited to see me as I feel to see him. Will sucks in a breath as I chuck my towel across the room with his shirt. Will looks at me as I discovered the biggest secret in the Universe.

  Seeing the honest desire on his face makes me feel more confident, and I jut my chest out at him. I shiver when he trails his fingers on the top of my chest. He gives me goosebumps everywhere, especially when he reaches with his other hand and plays with the sensitive skin around my belly button. I suck in a deep breath.

  "Does that feel good?" he whispers.

  I nod, and he keeps trailing his fingers on my skin. I'm sure that my cheeks are at least five shades redder by this point.

  I want Will to feel the same way I do, so I touch his chest. We feel each other in silence. The only sounds are when either of us goes over a sensitive spot, and we suck in a deep breath.

  It's different than in the van. Now, I can see him. All of him. And he can see all of me. And we can take even more of our time for each other.

  I chance a look down and see that Will's pants are tight around his groin. The sight makes me wet.

  "Is this alright?" Will asks, leaning in and kissing my collarbone.

  He kisses me gently along the line, and I feel my core heat for him even more.

  "Yes," I breathe, reaching lower.

  I don't know where my boldness comes from, but my hands graze his arousal. Will groans against my chest. He moves his hips forward, and I leave my hand there, letting him rub against me.

  "Fuck, Ella," he grunts. He bites the top of my breast.

  I gasp, and he does it again, harder.

  In the back of my mind, I realize that I have a lot to catch Violet up on. After years of listening to her stories, I have experiences of my own. I am struck with the realization of just how perfect Will is to be doing this with. I feel so comfortable with him. It makes me so happy that I feel fat tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I try to hide them by dipping my head into the curve of his neck, but he notices.

  "We don't have to go any further," he whispers in my ear. "We can put our shirts back on if you want. Or I can keep mine off, and you can put yours back on. We can just kiss. Whatever you want."

  His sweet sentiments make me feel even more emotional. I bite down hard on my lip. I don't want to ruin this moment by crying or making Will think that he is doing something wrong.

  Instead of answering him, I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and kiss him with everything inside of me. I pour every ounce of passion and heat that I've been feeling for him into the kiss.

  He groans against my mouth, and I grind against his front, trying to show him just how much I want this. When he opens his mouth to moan, I snake my tongue into his mouth, tasting all of him.

  "You're so fucking beautiful, Ella," Will whispers.

  He tweaks his fingers gently around my nipples, and I arch my back into his hands. I reach back down and run my hand over his hardness, loving how whenever I touch him, he gets rougher. Will bends in close to me, and I feel the scruff of his freshly shaved face rub along my chest as he sucks on my nipples.

  "That feels so good," I moan, cupping his head to my chest.

  Will hums happily, and I clench my legs together, feeling overwhelmed by all of the sensations.

  Will leans back and chucks his shorts across the room near his abandoned top. His cock sticks up at me, and I take him in my hand, precum already making the tip shiny.

  "You see how much I want you?" Will groans, squeezing my hand around his cock.

  It amazes me how he can be so hard, but his skin is so soft at the same time. I take a good look, memorizing every vein and inch. I didn't get to look at him in the van, and now, I can see that he's even more beautiful than I previously thought.

  Will reaches out and touches me where I am touching him. He spreads his fingers through my wetness, and I open up to him, spreading my legs as wide as my twin bed will let me. I moan as he finds my clit and starts to play with it. We play with each other in tune, both of our moans getting hotter and heavier.

  Will thrusts his hips up every time I move my hand down, and I tighten my grip around him, which makes him hiss in pleasure. He surprises me by shoving two of his fingers inside of me. Slowly, Will pumps in and out of me.

  "You like that, baby?" Will murmurs, kissing me as he shoves his fingers so deep inside of me that his knuckles brush against my clit.

  I nod and moan against his lips, speeding up my hand on his cock, the precum that is now flowing quicker lubricating his member. I can tell that both of us are getting close.

  Will groans and I can tell that he is going to cum. Seeing his face tilt back in pleasure is so erotic that I feel myself coming around his fingers. Will's warm cum shoots out at me, landing on my thigh. He curses in pleasure, and I agree with him. When we are both finished, we both let out huge exhales and sink back onto my pillows.

  "How was that for you?" Will asks, reaching for a tissue on my nightstand.

  He cleans my thigh up and my hand, tossing the tissue into the garbage under my nightstand.

  I smile at his sweetness.

  Violet has told me many s
tories of how guys our age are trash in bed. That they are selfish and clueless to how female anatomy works and that they're not worth the time. She's always told me to shoot for mid to upper twenties if I want to have good sex, so I feel like I've lucked out. Both Will and I are inexperienced, but Will's eagerness to please me and check in with me means more than skills some older guy might possess.

  "It was amazing," I answer, cuddling up closer to him.

  "What can I do better next time?" he asks, scooping me up.

  I lay my head on his chest. His heart is racing. He seemed so cool and confident during the act, so hearing him ask that question and feeling how fast his heart is racing is cute. It makes me feel better knowing I'm not the only one who was nervous. Even though we've gone farther, we still have a lot to learn about each other's bodies and sex.

  "You were great," I say. "How was I?"

  Will chuckles and lays his cheek on top of my head. "You were perfect, Ella."

  Will kisses me on the forehead, and we stay cuddled up, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms and each other's presence. A perfect end to a weekend that was mostly perfect.

  15

  "Ella, wake up!" Will whispers in my ear.

  I jerk awake and see that Will and I are still cuddled on my twin bed. Outside I can tell that it is late in the early morning. I blush, remembering the things we did last night. Will and I are both still naked, our warm chests pressed together. My comforter is tucked under my chin, and I smile, thinking of Will tucking both of us in after I fell asleep on his chest.

  "What?" I yawn.

  "I want to show you how to self publish!" he says, smiling big.

  I groan. "You woke me up in the middle of the night so you can show me how to self publish?"

  "No better time like the present. I woke up a couple hours ago. I was trying to get back to sleep, but you kept kicking me, so I decided if I'm going to be up, then you're going to be up too."

  I blush, feeling embarrassed of how annoying I must be to sleep next to. I rub my eyes again, trying to get all of the sleep out.

  "What time is it anyway?"

  "Oh, it's only two. After I show you how to do it, we can go back to sleep for a little while. I think that you move around a lot more when you're not actually tired because when we slept together over the weekend, you were out like a rock."

  "How do you even know that I've got things ready to publish?"

  I inch away from him and stretch out all my limbs like a star.

  "Because I know you," he says, getting out on his side of the bed.

  He reaches for my laptop on my dresser and brings it back to me. I scootch myself up in bed so that my back is flat against the headboard, and Will cuddles in close to me. As it loads, I braid my messy hair down my back.

  I log into my computer, and Will opens the Internet. He types in a whole bunch of things that takes me to an Amazon page.

  "Okay, now put in your bank information and all the other information it asks for. This way, you can get paid, which you definitely will because you're an amazing author, and tons of people are going to read your stuff."

  I smirk and do what he says, following all of the prompts. I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited. Thinking of actually getting paid for my work always sounded like a dream. And if people like Maddie are already doing it, maybe this is a dream that can really come true.

  When I am done filling in all of the needed information, Will starts clicking on the page and showing me how to create an ebook.

  "So this is where you're gonna upload your book. You can put in a pen name, that way, you don't have to worry about putting your real name out there. And I can have Maddie call you and give you more advice tomorrow if you want. And I was thinking that you could put a message on the free site you write on about how you're transitioning to more traditional ways of being self-published and that people can buy your work if they're interested."

  I look through everything that Will is pointing out. It does seem easier than I originally thought.

  "So, what do you think?" he asks, giving me a hopeful smile.

  I smile back at him, overwhelmed with all of the new possibilities. And excited because it really does seem like my dreams can come true easier than I realized.

  I also feel grateful.

  I don't know what I did to deserve Will Keely coming into my life, sticking by me, and persisting in making sure that I follow my dreams, but I am beyond grateful that he's here.

  "I'm going to have to reach out to Maddie to learn everything I can. Thank you for showing me all of this," I say. I close my laptop and set it on the floor.

  Will beams at me, and I reach behind his head and pull him down for a kiss. He obliges, and we kiss softly. We are still naked, but neither of us moves to make it anything more than a kiss.

  We kiss until each of us are yawning again and snuggling down with each other. I think it's the most romantic moment of my life that Will Keely is literally kissing me to sleep.

  I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

  16

  I wake up the next morning with the sun filtering through the window. My face is still pressed against Will's chest. I nuzzle in further, loving how warm he is. His arms tighten around me, and he presses his face into the crook of my shoulder, kissing me gently.

  "Good morning," he groans, his voice deep and raspy.

  I smile and kiss him on the nose. He looks beyond cute all sleepy.

  "Good morning, yourself," I say, pecking him on the lips.

  He smiles at me and wraps me up in a bear hug.

  "You have to go," I whisper laugh as he squeezes me tight.

  "And why is that?" he groans, stretching around me.

  "Because my mother could come in any second. If she sees you naked in here, she's going to flip."

  "I'm sure we could come up with an explanation for it," Will groans.

  I laugh and push lightly on his chest when he tries to lay on me. He weighs twice as much as me, so my arms don't do much. He crushes me as he pecks all over my face, warming up my entire body.

  "You need to go!" I whisper again, sterner.

  Will picks his head up and looks me in the eyes. I try to make my eyes sound as convincing as my voice, but he can tell that I don't really want him to go, and a mischievous grin spreads across his face.

  "I don't think you really want me to go," he says, cuddling up against my chest.

  His soft hair rubbing up against my nipples causes pleasure to shoot through my body. I'm sure Will knows its effect on me, so I try to ignore it, not wanting to encourage him more.

  He is right — I don't want him to go, but we can't get caught by my mother. If she were to see us in here, naked and cuddled up, she would probably call the cops on both of us and claim that she doesn't know us — that we're just two strange young adults who broke into her spare bedroom to have sex.

  "I don't want you to go," I admit, running my hands through his messy hair. "But, I don't want us to get caught."

  "Come out to the van with me then. We'll sneak out, leave your mom a note on the table, and then we can have a great morning together." He reaches for my nipple to emphasize his point.

  I swat his hand away, although parts of my body want to give in. Will grumbles but seems to get that I'm not going to give in and groans as he works on untangling himself from the sheets.

  "Offer still stands, you know," he says, pulling on his shorts slowly.

  I watch as he covers up his delicious body. Part of me wants to take him up on his offer, but I know that my mom would freak out even more if I wasn't in my bed this morning. Besides, I want to start working on what Will showed me last night.

  "I'll talk to you later today," I say. "Okay?"

  Will pouts as he pulls his shirt over his head.

  "I want to see you later today. Not just talk," he barters, slipping his shoes on.

  I roll my eyes playfully. Truth is, I could never be annoyed with him acting like this. It feels
amazing to be wanted like this. Amazing to feel like we both can't get enough of each other.

  "I might be able to pencil you in," I wink.

  Will opens his mouth in mock horror, and I wink at him again. He leans down to kiss me. He kisses me sweetly, and I can tell that he is trying to distract me into letting him stay longer, so I pull back.

  "Okay, I'll go if you promise that you'll let me do as much of that as I want later," Will moans.

  I laugh with him, unable to deny him with the puppy dog eyes he gives me. I slide out of bed next to him, naked. I love the way he looks me up and down.

  I go to my top dresser and pull an oversized shirt out, covering up.

  Before I can turn around, Will comes up behind me and presses me lightly into the dresser. I feel him lean his front against me, and the bottom of my stomach stirs in anticipation. He wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his cheek against my ear.

  "And, you're going to have to let me look at your naked body for as long as I want tonight," he growls. It makes me shiver.

  I moan as he presses himself up against my backside, showing me that he's serious. Will kisses softly along my neck, nibbling at my earlobe before he pulls away, leaving me all breathy and pressed against the dresser.

  "I'm right outside if you change your mind," he drawls, pulling on his last shoe.

  I watch as he wiggles my window open and hoists himself effortlessly onto the tree outside. He closes my window after him, shimmies down the tree, and jogs to Matilda. He blows me a kiss before getting in the back. I stare after him for a minute, replaying last night in my mind. Will's too tempting for his own good.

  I can tell my mother's already left for work when I leave my room. The hallway smells like her perfume, and none of her stuff is here.

  I walk into the kitchen and get a glass of water and toast. I haven't had anything to drink or eat since I got back from camping yesterday.

  I climb onto one of the kitchen island stools and flick through my phone. I pull my message with Violet up.