With every beat of my heart, pain is pumped through my veins, images are forced into my mind, and yearning builds. I ache to rotate my hips and revel in something real, to bury my hurt in pleasure. Xander and his thick cock are so very tempting.
Tears leak down my cheeks and settle into the crisp white sheets. I’m pathetic. A pitiful little girl who was incapable of pleasing her fiancé. I sniffle, wiping my face in an attempt to pull myself together, but it’s impossible. My heart is shattered, open and bleeding, and my mind is hellbent on punishing me.
“Ivy,” Xander mumbles, tugging his hand free and running it across my stomach. “Are you okay?”
I push backward, arching against the solid rod that’s settled against my cheeks. I moan at how good it feels. His returning groan is gruff and husky, sending pulses of want flickering to my clit. I’m torn between another meltdown or burying my pain in desire.
His fingers trail to the edge of my tee and slip beneath the hem. My breath catches, but otherwise I don’t react. “I can make it better,” he murmurs, more awake now than before. He grips my breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers. “Let me do this for you.” His breath blows hot against my neck. “All you have to do is ask, Ivy.”
My eyes fall closed as I waver between heaven and hell.
Completion and destruction.
Agony and ecstasy.
I roll to face him, my mind made up. “Please, Xander.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
His lips smash into mine. No hesitation. No second-guesses. He’s sure and swift, pinning me to the bed and expertly parting my lips with his tongue. Want throbs between my legs as we tangle, and I lose myself to the new and exciting passion that consumes me.
“Xander,” I moan as his lips leave mine and trail across my cheek. “I’m … I don’t …” Each time I start, I pull back.
I do. I can.
I need to communicate something, but I’m unsure what. “Please,” I beg, fisting his hair as his lips dip below my collar. “Make it stop.”
He lifts his head, pausing. I can’t see his expression, but I sense my desperation has given him pause. “I’m an expert,” he says, his voice steady. “This is what I do. But I need you to acknowledge that it’ll never go beyond this. I only fuck, but I’m damn good at it.”
You’d think his words would turn me off, but they don’t. They’re exactly what I need to hear. I’m not looking for love. I’ve had that, and it’s nearly choked me to death. I want to feel good, to be driven to heights I’ve never before imagined. This man with his extra-large dick and professional background must be capable of delivering that dream.
I bring my lips to his ear. “Fuck me with your giant cock, Xander,” I whisper, gripping his shoulders. “Take away my pain.”
His breath whooshes out of him, and he moves swiftly, flicking on the bedside lamp. He smirks as I shield my eyes from the light. “I’m going to need to see this.”
The memory of his beautiful, perfect cock pops into my mind, and I smile. “You’ll get no complaints here.”
His eyes roam over me as he pulls open the nightstand drawer. “Perfect.”
He returns with a row of condoms, and instead of questioning him, I eagerly await my second chance to gaze upon the giant appendage. Without a shy bone in his body, he yanks his shorts down and tosses them to the carpet before he sheathes himself in latex. Naked and insistent, he’s all over me in a heartbeat.
He licks, sucks, and nips, tweaks, plucks, and pinches. His touch is perfect and precise, driving me out of my mind. I assumed his cock would be the only magical part of this journey, but I was so very mistaken. His tongue is a mystical gift sent straight from heaven, and his fingers are long, slim, and divine.
It takes him all of ten minutes to have me naked and writhing against his mouth like a wanton hussy. Two more minutes and I’m clawing at the sheet beneath me, needing something to tether me to this world as my first orgasm rockets through me.
As clarity returns, I realize he’s already hovering over me, a cocky smirk gracing his lips. “More?”
My arms weigh ten thousand pounds, but I fight like crazy to lift them anyway. I tug his shoulders and crash our lips together. It isn’t passionate or toe-curling, instead frantic and messy, but it represents everything I’m feeling.
“More,” I say, locking a leg around his waist and pulling him flush against me. “Give me everything you got.”
He chuckles, and it’s a husky, sex-filled sound. “It’s a considerable amount.” He pushes his condom-wrapped cock through my slit, teasing my entrance. “I think for now, we’ll stick to the basics.”
He pushes inside, stretching me to the threshold of pleasure and pain. I moan as my pussy pulses, dragging him deeper. “More.”
His lips descend, scraping against my neck as he thrusts inside. I cry out as his teeth sink in, my body arching to give him access to all of me. I grip his shoulders like a lifeline as he begins to thrust in earnest. My nails sink into his tender flesh as I try to hold on to my sanity. My mind is spinning, delirious with pleasure. I’m being battered in places that have never been touched.
“Please, please, please,” I chant, my muscles seizing as the first flutters move through me. “Oh, God!”
“Almost,” he rasps, lifting to his knees and hooking my legs across his elbows.
He fucks me until I forget who I am and what brought me here.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sunlight burns the back of my eyelids as awareness seeps in. I’m warm and comfortable, surrounded by soft blankets and heated skin. I nestle deeper into the comfy cocoon, appreciating this moment of quiet numbness.
“Mmm.”
The sound goes straight to my core, and I tense as everything comes barreling back. I don’t run. I don’t scream. I don’t cry. I simply take a minute to process, and even when I come up short in the reasoning department, I don’t freak out. I allowed this, chose it even.
And it was spectacular.
“I can hear you overthinking from here,” Xander rasps, burying his nose in my hair. “Just breathe, Ivy. Nothing’s changed. We’re two people, stuck together for the holiday, who found comfort in each other.”
I nod, taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly. “You’re right.” I grip the blanket tighter and hold it to me as I roll over, effectively trapping it between us. My muscles stretch and whine at the sudden movement, causing a secretive smile to lift at the corners of my lips. “I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life.”
He smirks, his bright morning eyes twinkling. “What? The ex couldn’t pull off four in one night?”
I close my eyes against the burn of tears, ashamed of the truth. When I reopen them, concerned blues wait patiently. “More like, he can hardly pull off one.”
His brows fly high up his forehead, but he quickly tries to mask his surprise. “I’ll refrain from passing judgment,” he says, moving to where we’re chest to chest with only the blanket separating us. “But I can promise to run that number into double digits if you’d like.”
I smile at his offer, though an uneasy feeling creeps into my stomach when I remember the reason for his experience. “I don’t know, Xander,” I hedge, looking away from his gaze. “I mean, they were fantastic.” I pause, licking my lips at the memory, and bring my eyes back to his. “But I’m not as sure in the light of day as I was in the dark of night.”