Insomnia (Sexual Misconduct Volume I)(11)

He moved toward me. I started to pull back, but he caught my legs,  pulled my ass back on the armrest, and spread my thighs. "Don't.  Fucking. Move."

"Xander … " I whined. "You're too … " He rubbed the tip across my slit. I  moaned. "Too …  big … " The last word came out as a screech as he pushed his  cock into me, pulled back out, and pushed in farther. I tried to reach  out and hold him off-slow him down-but I couldn't reach. He stretched  me, filled me to the hilt, leaving me choking on my words.

"And you're so fucking tight." He gave me several short, slow thrusts  before he lost hold of his restraint. He pounded me, his fingers digging  into my waist, his muscles flexing with each aggressive lunge.
                       
       
           



       
His thrusts were deep and wild, building a frenzied need for release in  me again. I rolled my hips into his thrusts, clutching the cushions for  support. Took desperate breaths as my nipples pebbled into aching buds,  my pussy throbbing for release.

"Pussy's so fucking hot."

"I'm gonna come," I moaned.

He shook his head, gazing at me like a man possessed. "Take more."

"Oh …  Fuck …  I can't."

"Take everything I give you and tell me how much you like it."

I needed to come badly, or I needed something to center me, take me out  of the moment, because I was going to tip over. "I like it." He bumped  against my clit and I jolted. "Oh God …  I love it …  I love your cock."

I wanted to feel his skin pressed against mine, his breaths against my  ear, but he kept his distance. We both knew if we added even the merest  touch to our already magnified level of intimacy, this would become more  than a simple fuck. His expression hardened. His fingers dug into my  thigh as he rutted into me at an angle that caused the thick head of his  cock to hit that bundle of nerves on each descent.

He knitted his brows, sweat-drenched muscles straining with the need to  release, and he bit on his lip to keep from shouting. All the effort we  were both making to hold back our emotions was a sign that this was like  nothing we'd ever experienced.

"Ohh fuck …  coming … " He growled the words in between each thrust,  reaching over and rolling his thumb over my clit. The extra stimulation  was too much or just what I needed, because my muscles tightened and I  came …  hard. My pussy clenched as his cock pulsed. The vibrating muscles  of our sexes feeding off each other in an orgasm that kept going and  going in a series of tugs and pulls that drained all the want and need  from our body.

When we finally looked at each other again, we wore the same dumbfounded  expression with a tinge of fear, because the want and need didn't  really go away with that climax. It took root in my gut and grew at a  rapid pace. It was the type of thing I'd crave, that would grow into  some sort of obsession, infatuation, or worse …  love.

I flinched as he pulled out, rolling off the condom, and tossing it into  the nearby trash. He returned, pulling me up the couch and fitting  himself next to me. He splayed his arm over my breasts, his hand in my  hair. His thigh rested between my legs and his cock pressed against my  hip. He'd coiled himself around me as his soft breaths implied he'd fall  asleep soon. But before he did, he whispered the words that echoed in  my head since we'd shared that orgasm. "We're fucked." Both literally  and figuratively, because I knew after this I was ruined.





Who is She?


Xander



I woke with a start. Nude, disoriented, and completely alone. The shrill  sound of my cell phone startled me out of my sleep. I glanced down at  the screen and saw a missed call from Marcus. A quick glance at the  clock showed it had been two hours since Avery had shown up at my door. I  did a quick check of the house even though I knew I wouldn't find her  here. I stopped off at the bathroom before settling on my bed with the  phone. I tried to convince myself not to call her, and it worked for  about half an hour. I knew I wasn't getting back to sleep, and I was a  little pissed she'd come over here, turned everything upside down, and  left while I slept. I tapped on Avery's contact info and sent her a  text.

Where'd you go?

Home. Her response was so quick I thought she might've been up waiting for me.

Why?

I live here.

Smart-ass. I hit the call button instead of replying.

"Hello."

"Why'd you leave?"

"You never asked me to stay."

"I would've if I'd have been awake when you snuck off."

"I find it ironic that you're complaining about falling asleep."

"I'm not complaining about that. I don't even know what I'm complaining  about." I never had a problem with a woman leaving after sex. I couldn't  get them out fast enough, and now …  now I was seconds from asking her to  come back.

"You got what you wanted, Xander," she said matter-of-factly.

I know I did. But was it enough? Would it ever be? Every time I fucked  her, the need grew. The silence on the phone stretched for too long, but  neither of us made an effort to disconnect the call.

"Avery," I said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah." Her tone came across soft and breathy, like she was drifting to sleep.

"I want to fuck you again."

She moaned. The sound brought my dick from half-mast to fully erect in seconds.                       
       
           



       

"Next time, I'm going to tie you to my bed so you'll be here when I wake up. You can be my own little personal fuck puppet."

"Wow …  do you have to be so crude?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm a filthy-mouthed bastard who loves to fuck, and  hopefully I'll get you to be just as dirty. You know …  maybe stain you  with my hot, sticky-"

"Xander."

"Yeah?"

"Goodnight."

I smiled at her dismissal. "Goodnight, Avery."

I hung up with a ridiculous smile on my face and my other hand on my  cock. She would quickly turn me into a sex-crazed maniac. Then she'd  also be treating me for a sex addiction she afflicted me with. Before I  placed the phone down, it began ringing.

"Change your mind?" I answered, expecting to hear Avery's voice.

"Xander?"

Marcus. "Yeah. What's up?" I shifted into a seated position.

"It's about the doctor you wanted me to check up on."

"You can call off the investigation."

"That was quick." He chuckled. "Never cease to amaze me."

"Shut up. I don't need that info anymore."

"Are you sure?"

"Why? What did you find out?" I tensed.

"Nothing." I relaxed, loosening my grip on the phone.

"Okay, so why do you sound so worried?"

"Because I found nothing. It's like she didn't exist before eighteen. I  don't like it, Xander. Anyone who goes to that much trouble to cover  their past has something ugly to hide."

"How much could she have done before she turned eighteen? She's too straight and narrow for anything criminal."

"You of all people should know when you're trying to bury a part of your past, you turn into a completely different person."

"Trust me, I know that, but not Avery."

"You're blinded by the pussy. The taste of it is probably still on your lips."

I smirked because I actually did still taste her on my tongue. "Fine, dig all you want."

"You can't afford any surprises right now, so I'll update you when I  come up with some answers." The line clicked off and I dropped the phone  on the nightstand. Whatever her secret was, it couldn't be as bad as  mine. And maybe if it were, she'd understand. Regardless, I knew who she  was now, and I liked it.

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In the next week, we fell into a routine. We'd text all day, she'd make  excuses as to why she couldn't come over, but by ten p.m., she showed up  at my door and we'd fuck for hours. I honestly thought after a week or  so I'd tire of Avery. But I'd been lying to myself from day one. I'd  felt that powerful pull toward her, and I deluded myself, thinking it  was all about tearing off her panties and sinking my cock in her.

This shit was different. The kind of different I didn't need in my life.  I'd been here before. I recognized the feelings that were growing for  Avery, and it was like a ticking time bomb in my gut.

I wasn't good with relationships and love. I thrived for years on  fucking women and moving on, because love would destroy me. I wasn't the  candy, flowers, and tears kind of guy. I was the jealous, crazed,  obsessed type. If this thing with Avery continued to grow the way it  was, I'd start to fuck it up. I'd take desperate measures to keep her. I  knew it. Saw it coming but couldn't stop it if my life deepened on it.  And trust me …  it did.