I pull her into me, groaning as she moves again.
“Faster, Billie,” I beg.
She moves faster, and my balls tighten.
“Oh, I’m so close,” I tell her.
She slows down. “Don’t you want to be with me more?”
“Ofcourse I want to be with you more.”
“Good. Quit talking.” She speeds up then, out of nowhere, slows again.
“Fuuuuuuck, Billie,” I yell out.
“Come on, Xander,” she coos. “Quit, and I’ll give you more of this.” She circles her hips again.
“Yes. Do that.”
She stops. “If you want it, you’ll quit.”
Is she seriously withholding sex?
I push her off me, even though my dick wants to explode.
She narrows her eyes. “You don’t love me.”
“You know I love you, Billie.”
She glares at me. “If you loved me, you’d let my parents pay for your school, and you’d quit your paramedic job.”
I scoff. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t ask me to do something like that.”
“We never spend time together anymore. You’re making this choice.”
“Everything I’m doing is so we can have a good life. It’s all for our future.”
“You don’t need to be a paramedic anymore. Let my parents pay and go to school. We can see each other more.”
“No. I don’t accept handouts, and you know it.”
“Xander, I will not waste my twenties waiting for you.”
I jerk my head at her. “Waiting for me?”
“Yes. Sitting on the sidelines and only seeing you every so often.”
“What exactly are you saying? Why don’t you be crystal clear so I don’t misinterpret this.” I glare at her.
She softly replies, “You don’t love me anymore, do you?”
I roll my eyes. She’s just being dramatic. I pull her into me. “Of course I love you. I’ve only ever loved you, Billie.”
“Then quit.”
“I won’t do that, and you know it.”
She pokes my chest with a finger. “Quit, or we’re done.”
