Chapter 19 Worth While
Lana’s Point of View
I stood frozen with shock, as my body was smushed against Xavier’s broad chest, as he was having a go at it. It was a terrifying yet exciting experience. I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest, and I was so fucking turned on by the way his body tensed.
His breathing was hoarse, rough, as he kept pumping on his hands; the tip of his manhood hitting me in the thigh.
What the hell is going on right now?
Everything was happening so fast that my brain could hardly process it. I stood there wordlessly, my face hot, and my cheeks probably red. The muscle in his arms strained, and he let out another strangled groan, and then I felt a sticky wet substance shot against my thigh, as he jizzed all over my trousers.
“Ah,” A pained moan escaped me when his teeth sank into my shoulders, groaning along with his release.
“Fuck.” He mumbled as the violent spasm stopped, and he kissed my shoulders where he had previously bit me, his tongue darting out to suck and lick me as if soothing the pain.
The warmth of his body seeped into me as he trailed the kiss up to my neck, and then he grabbed my chin, finally looking me in the eyes.
“You smell so good.” His breath was hot against the skin of my nose, and in the minute, I felt—no, I hoped that he would kiss me as he looked at me with such lewdness; but he didn’t kiss me. He stepped away from me, his breath still rough.
“You have done it, Alan.”
“What?” My voice came out as a squeak, and my eyes searched his for answers. “What is going on?”
His hand still grabbed my shoulders, and this was now a competition between my brain and my willpower, daring me not to look at his dick, or the seeds of his manhood smeared along my trousers.
He turned away from me, adjusting his privates, and my eyes darted towards the whitish-looking liquid smeared, he painted on me.
That was supposed to be his cum? Xavier just cummed on my thighs. I stared down at it with a devious hunger, wondering what it was going to taste like, if he had done it in my mouth.
“How long have you known?” I decided to ask instead.
“You’re terrible at hiding it,” He answered casually, followed by a sharp zipping sound. “Noah would have found you out on several occasions had I not helped.”
So, does that mean that all this time he knew that I was a girl? And he did nothing or said nothing about it? My eyes narrowed. Was that the reason he was interested in my business? Always worrying and trying to help me?
“So, you have known for a long time,” I muttered as I finally found the courage to walk away from the door he slammed me against. “Why did you say nothing?”
He just shrugged.
“Nothing in particular.” He answered, and I studied his face; there was no ounce of shame in those expressive green eyes of his; the only thing there was lust, they flickered down towards my legs, and he pointed. “You should clean that up.”
“Don’t you think there should be some sort of explanation of this?” Since he was talking about it, I should put in a piece of my mind as well. “Just because you know I am a girl doesn’t give you the right to do this. This is sexual harassment.”
He stepped towards me, and once more, my heart began racing again. “It isn’t sexual harassment when you wrote lewd scenarios about me in your book.” The moment the words left his lips, my eyes widened almost immediately again.
“My b-book?” I stuttered, taking a step back. “What book?”
He strolled towards his bed, and I followed him. My eyes widened when I saw the reddish-brown cover of my diary.
“Did you read it?” I asked curiously, as I rushed forward to snatch it from him. “Yes, I did.” He smirked. “You have a very interesting mind; are you probably going to write this down as well?”
I pressed the book against my chest; my eyes flickered back to him with unspoken worry.
“Are you going to report me?” I asked curiously, and he leaned into me, his fingers taking my chin in between his fingers, as he tilted my face, forcing my eyes to meet his. “Please don’t.”
“I am not going to report you.” He answered. “If I wanted to, I would have done it a long time ago.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes, as long as you keep this a secret.” He muttered, pointing down to my legs. “You can’t breathe a word of it to a single soul.” “I won’t tell anyone,” I assured him.
“While you are in here, I will do my best to protect your identity; you can depend on me for anything, too.” He said suddenly, and I felt my heart freeze in my ribcage. Wasn’t it the same thing as what Christian promised me, but the next sentence threw me off guard. “So, is it okay if I do this sometimes?”
My heart was pounding like crazy in my chest, it was almost as if I was going to have a cardiac arrest or something.
“Do what?”
“I’m not saying we should have sex outrightly, but if it’s something that you want, I can make all your dirty dreams come true.” He leaned into me, and I took another step back.
His fingers reached for my chest.
“I suck really well, better than you imagine, and not just there…” His fingers were down from my chest towards my lower stomach, and they hovered just inches below my belly buttons. His eyes lustfully darted back towards mine. “…Here too, I can make you cum so hard you will forget how to breathe.”
I felt my pussy twitch in response to the threat.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, trying to shut out the impulsive thoughts in my head.
“I know you are sexually attracted to me, Alan.” He continued without any form of guilt on his face. “I don’t mind if you want to use me as a life-size dildo or sex doll—as long as you make it worth my while.”