The waiter came and took our orders, gathered the menus, and left.
"You know I don't mind, right?" I continued where we left off.
"But I do. You've always been there for me. I want to be able to do things for myself and eventually do things for you."
"And you will as soon as you graduate and get a job."
"Whatever."
"What's the matter with you lately? You don't come home. You're so moody and quiet."
She sighed. "I'm just stressed with school and trying to find a job. I'm sorry if I'm taking it out on you."
I nodded, but something nagged at me. We ate most of our meal in silence, only chatting about upcoming exams and school activities. She fidgeted a lot and was anxious. I knew she was looking for an excuse to run off.
Right before dessert, her excuse came in the form of a text message. She checked the message and said, "I got to go."
She threw down her napkin and got up. I grabbed her wrist before she ran off. "What's going on, Ellie?"
"Nothing."
"If this is about what I said about you getting a job, we can talk about it. I can probably get you a job at the hospital this summer."
"It's not." She grabbed her tote bag and tried to pull her arm free from my grasp.
"I only want what's best for you."
"I know, and you don't get that being able to take care of myself is what's best. What would I do if anything happens to you? I'd be hopeless."
"You'd be fine because everything I have would be yours."
She smiled sadly and shook her head. "I love you, Avery. One day I'll make you proud of me." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"You already do," I said before she rushed out of the restaurant. Ellie had a life to live, and soon I'd be alone again, and that was even scarier than having to let someone in. I dropped a few bills on the table and scooped up my purse. I wasn't sure if I was making the right decision, but Xander made me feel alive, and I just wanted to feel that again-even if it was only for a couple nights.
Ruined
Avery
Xander opened the door with a puzzled look on his face. His hair was wet, feet bare, and he wore only a pair of running pants.
"How'd you know where I lived?"
"You may have secluded yourself out here, but the whole town knows where the movie star is staying."
He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. The rippled muscles of his abdomen looked even better than they'd felt when I touched him over his shirt. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to tell you I quit. I can't be your doctor anymore."
He put both hands behind his head and laced his fingers together. The move put the lean muscles of his upper body on display. My eyes were drawn to his dusky nipples, down the smooth skin of his torso, and ended at the very large bulge at the front of his lightweight pants. Before the other day in my office, it had been three years since I had sex. Now I couldn't even look at a half-naked man-well, Xander- without wanting to salivate at his feet.
"Don't do this, Avery. We had a good time the other day. Don't run away from what's happening between us." He looked irritated.
"No, you don't understand. I. Quit." I stepped forward, reached out, and ran a hand over his chest, down his abs, then around his waist. Then I looked up at him and said, "Now there's nothing stopping us."
A slow smile spread across his lips as realization hit him. Then he cupped my face in his hands. "I can't believe I'm even going to ask this, but are you sure? Because once I shut this door, you may never leave."
I smiled up at him. "You're so full of yourself."
"No … " He leaned in, his lips softly brushing against mine. "I'd rather you be full of me." A cocky smirk played on his lips before they came down on mine. He took a few steps back, pulling me along with him, and slammed the door shut.
He kissed me. I reciprocated. It wasn't a sweet, tender kiss. It was an aggressively wild kiss. The kind that was so untamed neither of us had any control over it; it just raged through us. Our lips mashed, teeth clinked, and tongues battled a war we'd both win and lose. Because in the end, the kind of pleasure we sought-the kind of pleasure we knew we'd get from each other-would destroy us emotionally but leave us both physically victorious.
"Xander … " I whined. "Bed."
"Fuck the bed. I want to taste you now." He grabbed both sides of my blouse and tore it open. The forceful move caused my back to hit the door, and the buttons to fly off and scatter. His gaze became glued to my see-through white lace bra. He reached out and ran a single fingertip over my nipple, causing it to pucker under his smooth caress.
"Take it off." His voice rumbled low and gritty. He'd snap soon. He'd jump over the edge and I'd follow him there just to quell a small fraction of the urgency and desire rushing though my body.
I slid off my shirt, then reached behind and slowly unhooked it, letting the straps slowly glide down my arms until it fell to the floor. He reached out, almost cautiously, cupping my breasts in his hands. He took his time familiarizing himself with the weight of them, caressing the skin, then rolled his thumbs over each nipple. My back arched, eyes squeezed shut because I never knew such a simple touch could affect me so desperately. I felt his touch through every cell, and it stole my breath and what little sense I had left.
"So fucking sexy." He lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his warm mouth, His tongue swirling around it. Then he quickly nipped it with his teeth. I swayed. He scooped me up and carried me to the couch.
He yanked my skirt over my hips, tore off my panties, but left the garters fastened. He ran his fingers up my thighs, over my hips, then down over my pussy. I was dragged down the couch by my waist, where he positioned my ass so it pivoted on the armrest.
I didn't remember how I imagined it would be, but Xander was better than any of my expectations. Once he dropped to his knees, he went to work and never stopped. He started low, licking my thighs and pressing closed-mouthed kisses over my pussy. He used his thumbs to spread me open, then slowly licked the inner sides of my lips. My hips jerked up in an effort to rush him, but he continued undeterred.
Heat spread through my body, yet goose bumps formed on my skin. I was feverish from the ache in my clit. He was tortuously keeping me on edge. Licking over, around, and beneath the one place I needed him to.
"Xander … please … please … please … " I'd been reduced to a begging, whimpering mess.
"What do you want?" His words were mumbled against my flesh and the vibration echoed on my clit. I shivered. He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. His lips were moist with my arousal. He licked them.
Fuck, I want that tongue on my clit!
"Aren't you the ballsy doctor who called me on my shit? Own your pleasure. Tell me what you want me to do to this pussy." He leaned in and rubbed the tip of his nose over my clit, and my back bowed from the bolt of pleasure.
"Fuck! Oh God!"
"Don't cry out to him for mercy. I'm the only one who can give you what you want. Now fucking beg me."
"Sadistic bastard," I mumbled when he backed off again. He bit my thigh. I yelped. "Xander … please … put your tongue on my clit … please."
He growled and dove back in. The first sweep of his tongue over my clit was soft and slow … once, twice. By the third time, I lifted my hips and pushed my pussy into his face. My modest side couldn't compete with the wanton fire burning in me.
His smooth swipes turned into a steady rhythm of solid flicks. Then he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. Red-hot heat coursed through me. I writhed. He restrained my hips with his hands. I panted, tossing my head and straining my neck. I'd never felt anything like it. He worked my body into a frenzied inferno I wasn't sure he'd be able to douse.
Then … he proved me wrong. In one swift move, he drove two thick fingers into me, licked the sensitive underside of my clit, and I rocketed into my orgasm. The wild eruption of pleasure was excessive, but I still craved more.
He slowly lapped at my clit, sending steady waves of shocks pulsing through me. Then he stood up, pulled down his pants, and his cock jutted out. Though it had been in me before, I'd never actually seen him fully aroused. It was massive and thick. He had an upturned cock that pointed toward his abs. I watched as he stretched the condom over the plump crown and rolled it down.