Insomnia (Sexual Misconduct Volume I)(14)

"I'm sorry. But just don't, okay?"

She nodded, turning her gaze back to the road.

*~*~*

When we got back to my place, Avery followed me into my bedroom and looked on nervously as I started stripping off my clothes.

"Maybe I should go."

"No." I wasn't going to let her leave and distance herself from me. I'd  make her understand there were things I couldn't tell her.

"Can we talk about it?"

"No." I pulled down my boxer briefs. She looked away.

"If you can't open up to me, then I can't stay." She tried to walk to  the door, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her. Her back pressed against  my naked chest; my cock pressed to her ass.

"I don't want to talk." I kissed her neck. She shivered. "I don't even  want to think. I just want to fuck." I kissed her shoulder as I pulled  down the zipper of her dress.

"Can you help me forget, Avery? ‘Cause I really need that right now."

"This won't solve anything." Her tone was stony, but she melted into my hold.

"I know." I wasn't looking to solve anything tonight. I was trying to  lose myself. Her dress slid off her shoulders and tumbled to the floor. I  picked her up and carried her to the bed. She scooted back and watched  as I rolled a condom over my cock. I wanted to bareback her so bad, but  this wasn't the time. She held a hand against my chest when I crawled  over her, holding me off so she could get the last word.

"You're going to have to let me in sooner or later."

"Later." I pushed away her hand, pulled down her bra, and sucked one of  her nipples into my mouth. She arched into me, moaning and writhing.  This I could handle. I'd lick, suck, and fuck her all day if possible.  But when I thought about talking to her about my past, all I saw was her  walking out the door, and that wasn't an option. I tore her panties off  then slid a finger across her wet slit and watched her come apart,  grinding into my hand as she whimpered softly. I swallowed up her soft  pants, plunging my tongue into her mouth.                       
       
           



       

My cock was hard, and I needed to own her. It was wrong to pull her into  my shit, but I was a selfish bastard, and I needed her. I wanted to  embed myself so deep in her she'd never be able to get rid of the  imprint I left there. I rubbed my cock against her wet cunt, made her  beg me for it.

"Please … "

She made the sweetest sound as I pushed into her. I slung her legs over  my arms, smothered her with my body so she'd feel me everywhere. Her  nails dug into the back of my neck, seeking purchase as I fucked her  into the mattress.

I had this fierce ache to keep her clawing in me. Somewhere along the  line she'd become mine. Her pussy was hot, wet, and gripping me, but I  focused on her. Her facial expressions, the sounds she made, the  desperate way she pushed into my thrust. I sucked on her neck, needing  to leave a lasting memory on her skin. She bucked and hollered. "Xander!  Oh fuck …  Yesss!"

Her pussy clamped down on my cock. Her orgasm rippled through me,  pulling mine from me. It jarred me as I spilled into her. It was a  rough, dirty claiming, but it was what I needed to feel like I was on  solid ground. The oddest part was I went in trying to claim her, and I  was pretty sure she'd just claimed me. I fell over her-shuddering-my  hips jerking involuntarily as her clenching pussy wrung out the last  drops of my orgasm.

It seemed like hours passed before I pulled out, tied up the condom, and  tossed it into the trash. When I returned, I tucked her beneath me and  within minutes fell asleep.

Somewhere along the line, I felt her wiggling out from under my hold. I  reached out and caught her wrist as she stood. She looked down at me and  tried to pull free. "I'm just going to the bathroom."

"Don't you fucking leave me," I mumbled, still half asleep. She nodded and I reluctantly released her, dozing off.





House of Cards


Avery

It was 2:08 in the morning when I got home. I pulled open the front  door, pushed it shut behind me, and kicked off my shoes. I sank onto the  chair in the entryway and buried my face into my hand.

I was reeling-completely off course and out of control. I couldn't come  to grips with my Susan being Xander's mom. All these years and I never  pried into her life, never asked details about her kids and a husband.  She was always so vague-never giving away any names. It was always my  son or my husband. I was so grateful for all she'd done for me I never  pushed for more.

The feeling that something was being kept from me increased when Ian  showed up. I didn't need to be told he was Xander's brother, because the  resemblance was uncanny. The only thing that set the two apart was that  Xander was stockier, and Ian had more of a dirty-blond thing going on  with his hair. Something awful was brewing in that family, and I was  afraid to find out the truth.

I'd let Xander in, and I couldn't handle being betrayed by people I  trusted. Even Susan had been different that afternoon, nervous and  scared-almost like Xander and me being together was her worst nightmare.  She went through a lot of trouble making sure I didn't know who her  husband and children were. I just couldn't figure out why.

I heard a car pull into the driveway and looked up in time to see  headlights turn off. I hoped it was Ellie. She'd been coming home more  often-albeit really late-but at least she came home now. I looked up  with the knock on the door and stared straight at Xander through the  see-through glass portion. He stood there, hands in the pockets of his  jeans, hair all bedraggled, and a deep frown marring his face.

I watched him, not sure if I should let him in, because the further I  let him into my life, the deeper he could hurt me. He nodded his head  toward the door, signaling me to let him in, but I couldn't move. It was  in my nature to help people, to get them to open up to me. Xander was a  sealed vault, and if he couldn't let me in, then why should I do the  same for him?

He removed a hand from his pocket and ran it through his hair, turning  his back to the door. He stood there-frozen-much like I was. This thing  between us was so unexpected that it had shaken us both. One thing I  knew for sure was if I opened that door, my heart wouldn't be far  behind. It was the turning point. The point where I'd be able to walk  away without being too hurt, or the point where I opened the door to  everything that was Xander-including accepting he had secrets. Secrets  that haunted him at night and made his family anxious.

He walked down the short flight of steps and went to stand next to his  car. He didn't get in. He just leaned against the car, staring at my  front door, his head hung low and his hands stuffed in his pockets.                       
       
           



       

My brain told me to turn away, but everything else in me screamed at me  to open the door, and it wasn't long before I listened. I unlatched the  door and stepped back in, waiting for him. He stared for a few moments.  It seemed he was fighting the same battle with walking away. In the end  he gave in, much like I did, and walked through the door. He looked  totally unsure and defeated. When he stopped a few inches from me and  looked me in the eyes, his green irises were more like a stormy gray in  the dim lighting. His hands were still buried in his pockets and he  looked almost afraid to try to touch me.

"Why'd you leave?" His voice was a raspy whisper. I knew I told him I wouldn't, but I'd needed space.

"You'll never let me in."

"I will. You just have to give me time." He finally took his hand out of  his pocket and ran it down his face. "Let me do this when I'm ready."

"Will it hurt me?"

"I just want you to see the good in me before I tell you the ugly."

I reached out and touched his face, the growth on his chin scratching  against my palm. "I already see the good. Whatever ugly thing that's in  your past doesn't negate what you are now."

He snorted. "I'm going to hold you to that."

He reached out and hooked an arm around my waist, pulling me in and  covering my lips with his. The kiss was soft and searching at first.  Gentle licks and soft nips at my lips. But as usual, the chemistry  between us ignited as soon as we touched.

Our sweet, tender kiss turned animal-like. The kind of kiss that was so  untamed neither of us had any control. His tongue moved hungrily against  mine, seeking the kind of pleasure that left us sated yet utterly  ravaged.

My back hit the wall. His fingers dug into my thighs as he lifted my  legs over his hips. He ground his erection against my pussy, and I knew  I'd combust with a few clever thrusts of his hips. He moved his lips to  my neck, biting and sucking. He was always consumed with marking me. So  much so he didn't hear the door open and made no move to stop.