Chapter 34 The Hickey
Lana’s Point of View
I had never felt so much intense and insane sensation or stimulation in my life; it was explosive and sharp, and in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter in the world. It was just me, naked from the waist down, with Xavier’s fingers rubbing hard against my clitoris.
The world blurred in my vision as I felt another sharp jolt rip through me, and this time, I felt myself climbing even higher, reaching that formidable peak, as if I had gotten the answers to everything I was searching for.
A sharp scream escaped my lips, but it was muffled against Xavier’s palms, my eyes rolling backwards as I came hard. Yet he didn’t stop. The vibration grew even more intense the more seconds passed by, my legs shook, and my whole body convulsed.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Xavier murmured in my ears, his voice dark and deep, filled with so much lust and need. “Come for me.”
“Ah,” A gasp escaped my lips as he freed me, my body still trembled softly, as I struggled to catch my breath. A sudden wave of dizziness or more like tiredness crashed over me, and I leaned my head back, unwilling for more.
“Don’t tell me you’re about to sleep.” He murmured, snuggling even closer, his hands trying to slide between my thighs again, but I pushed him away—clasping my thighs together, trying to prevent him from reaching me anymore. “We are not even done yet.”
I was too tired, already. The moment I climaxed, it seemed like the entire body was drained of its strength.
My eyelids dropped over my eyes, and I just gave in, drifting into sleep—I don’t care what happens, when I wake up in the morning, I will think about what was going to happen next.
“Hey, sleepy head.” I heard someone shaking me in the distance, and my swollen eyes squeezed open to see Noah’s blonde hair, and he grinned the moment I opened my eyes. “You’re going to be late for class.”
I grabbed my head, as I sat up in my bed, and the events of the previous nights flooded my head, my eyes popped out almost immediately, my body wrenched away, trying to hide away the shame, embarrassment, and guilt that burned in my face as I twisted from Noah.
My senses were heightened, I was completely covered in Xavier’s scent, and I wondered if Noah could smell it too. It felt as though every single thing I did last night with Xavier was written on my forehead.
And Noah could see it. And he could smell it. And he would judge me.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked curiously, his palm reaching my forehead. “Your face is so hot, do you have a fever?” “No,” I muttered silently.
Speaking about Xavier, where the hell is he? Just as I was thinking, Xavier stepped out of the bathroom, completely dressed, he was combing his hair, and the moment I laid eyes on him, I felt my heart stop in my chest.
Even though I was fully clothed, and I didn’t know how I got clothes, there was still a slick wetness between my legs, reminding me of all the things we both did last night, and my face reddened.
“Let’s get going, Noah,” Xavier said, yanking him off me. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, like a father to a child.
“Wait,” Noah moaned as he was being dragged off, and I clutched the bedspread closer to my chest, checking down the wetness that had drenched the bed.
I quickly dashed to the bathroom, changed my clothes, and changed the bedding, hiding it away. After class today, I should take it to the laundry to have it cleaned.
The rest of the day happened normally. My body was so tired, like I needed more sleep, but there was something more intriguing about this.
That wasn’t sex.
Whatever happened between Xavier and me was not sex.
He just stimulated me, it was just masturbation by the other person—fingering… That was the word, but it wasn’t even penetrative.
And I felt that much pleasure?
It made me curious what penetrative sex was going to feel like. Xavier had offered to show me if I wanted it. I could do it with him; I was certain that I didn’t want to be that reckless. I was only curious because I had been too coy for a long time.
I am eighteen years old already.
I’m old enough to have sex now… if I really want to, I could, my eyes darted slightly towards Xavier, who seemed very focused in class.
I could do it with Xavier, but then my heart stopped in my chest. What about Christian? I still haven’t decided what to do with him yet.
I wasn’t so sure if I liked him, and even if there is a secret part of my heart that liked him, I haven’t decided if I want him or not.
“You don’t know how bored I was yesterday without you.” Christian moaned loudly as he tumbled onto the bed. He came to my class as soon as we were done to make sure I didn’t run away—just like he promised last night.
“You look tired.” He noticed, as he turned on his side, that I sucked my lips in. “Do you need more time to rest? Do you want to go to the clinic?”
“No,” I answered almost immediately. “I am not sick; I will get to work right away.” “Um?” His eyes narrowed as he rolled out of the bed, stalking towards me, my hands folded upwards instinctively, as he reached for me.
“What is this?” He asked curiously, his fingers tugging down at the collar of my shirt, exposing, and then his curiously icy blue eyes flickered back up towards me. I tugged violently at the collar of my shirt, wondering what he was talking about. It seems like I am missing the spot because his gaze narrowed even more.
“Why do you have a hickey on your neck?” He asked curiously, and my eyes popped as I yanked my collar back against my neck.
I took a step backwards.
“Huh, maybe it’s the one you gave me?” I said, turning away from him, but he grabbed my arms and spun me around.
The cold wall hit my back, and he leaned into me, blocking all my possible escape routes. “I didn’t give you this hickey, and it looks very fresh.” His eyes narrowed at me, and I swallowed hard. “Your eyes tell me you know what I mean.”