Chapter 23 Naked Panic In The Sheets
Vanessa
Fuck this! Fuck them all!
My red dress flares behind me as I bolt through the door, heart thumping heavily against my ribs no stopping until I'm right outside the four walls of the building.
It's imposing figure had been a marvel like no other, but right now, it's feels suffocating, making me want to claw my way out and I couldn't be more thankful when no one stops me.
Like they'll care to anyway...
The frigid night wind whips around me, leaving goosebumps in its wake, that's when I realize I had left my coat inside. Wrapping my arms around myself with my heels clutched in one hand, I drift through, my legs leaving imprints in the snow-covered grounds.
A taxi stops right in front of me and the driver pokes his head out, "Miss, are you heading somewhere?"
I lift my head up and look around me, at the long, empty roads far away from the mansion. I don't even know where I am.
I bring out my phone and type my address quickly then show it to him. He reads it then nods. "Hop in then."
As soon as I settle in, everything breaks out like a dam. Ugly, fat tears roll down my face and I continuously wipe it away, while also trying to keep my sobbing to a minimum.
The taxi man probably hears me because he doesn't try to make conversations, right until we stop at the estate.
I get down and reach into my purse for money but the man holds his hand up and his lips curling up in a kind smile. "Don't worry about it, miss. Just take care of yourself." Then he drives off.
A fresh set of tears roll down my face at the first act of kindness to me tonight and I couldn't even thank him.
A hand settling on my shoulders startles me from my thoughts. I twist my head to find Xander looming over me with a distraught look on his face.
"I've looked everywhere for you," he whispers, but I don't say anything, just simply getting up to face him with my arms crossed.
It's then I notice his disheveled look. His hair looks like he had run his hands through it more time than I can count, his shirt rumpled and jacket nowhere to be seen.
Is this... because of me?
Something twists itself deep inside of me.
"I'm sorry. I know this was never part of our contract," he continues. "but I'll–" he pauses, his eyebrows drawing down in confusion as his eyes trail my form as I walk to the door, the click of the lock echoing in the now silent room when I secure it.
I saunter back to him until we're a foot apart. I loosen his tie and get started on his shirt but he grabs my hand, stopping my movements.
"What are you–" I silence his question with a press of my finger to his lips.
"Please," I plead, my voice wavering in a way sane me would've never dared, especially in front of him. "Just for tonight. I know we both want this."
Time seems to crawl as I wait for his response. Tonight, I don't want to think, but just feel. It doesn't matter whether or not I regret it in the morning, that problem is for tomorrow me to worry about.
I see the moment he concedes. The moment his confused frown changes to surprise, then his eyes darken with desire, erupting a flare of heat so strong I think I'll burn.
I don't waste any more time and crash my lips to his, drawing him closer by his collar. He grunts and circles his arms around my waist, holding me with a bruising force that makes me drip into my panties.
Our lips lock in a frenzy - teeth clashing, tongues sucking and hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Within seconds, we're both naked, save for my panties and his pair of boxers.
I push him into the bed, climbing on top of him. I trail kisses from his neck, down to his stomach, palming his erection through his boxers. Finally, I pull it down to reveal a long, thick, hard cock that springs against his stomach. An appreciate moan leaves as I lick my lips, then lick a long line from the slit to the base of his cock, feeling the salty tang of his precum.
"Fuck," he groans with pleasure, his muscular arm gripping my hair. I swallow the head of his cock moaning around him.
Suddenly, he flips us over, making his cock drop from my mouth with a pop.
Then he's burying his face into my pussy and ravaging it like a starved man. He licks, bites and sucks on my clit while pumping two thick fingers inside me. A long moan draws from me as I grind my cunt into his mouth.
I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance next, grimacing as my body tries to adjust to his size. Xander isn't a small man by any means.
His thumb rubs my clit continuously until he's full seated inside me. I feel so full and a wide smile splits my lips.
My legs wrap around his hips and push, signaling for him to start.
He pulls back almost to the tip and slams back inside me. I scream in delight.
"Xander," I chant his name like a prayer. Fire licks up my spine, threatening to consume me and I love every minute of it.
He doesn't relent in his thrusts, and hits harder everytime. I encourage him, glueing his body to mine.
Then his hips start to stutter and I know he's close. His hands skim down my arms until he finds my palms, interlacing our fingers over my head and bites me on tbe sensitive spot below my ears. My orgasm rips out of me at the same time he does. His body crashes on mine.
Then everything goes silent, except the sound of our breaths coming out in harsh pants.
Sunlight filters through the slits of the window, casting it's light upon my face. I groan and shift until I collide against a hard chest. I frown, then look down at the arm encasing my body in a solid grip.
Last I checked, I only have two arms and they're definitely not that huge.
I try to move away but the arm only tightens around me. Who the hell are you?!
I headbutt him. Hard.
A familiar voice hisses, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
My eyes widen and I take a quick look down my body, I am as naked as the day I was born. Then all of last night's memories come rushing back and I scream.
Xander covers my mouth immediately and pins me with an angry look.
I rip his hand away. "Get out of my room!"
The shock on his face is almost laughable. "What the–? This is my room."
"I don't care. Out."
I attempt to stand up but he flips us and pins me under him chuckling, "Not so fast, firecracker."