I was expecting him to aggressively fuck me with his finger, but he didn’t. He just pushed them deep into me and curled them over and over against my G-spot, forcefully tugging my climax from me. His thumb slid against my clit and he released his hold of my mouth and used his other hand to pinch my nipple.
“Xander… Xander…” My voice screeched loudly as I begged.
“Don’t you fucking scream or you’ll be indicted on sexual misconduct charges before you manage to get dressed. Is that what you want?”
I pushed my head back against his shoulder, my neck strained as I shook my head.
“Do you want dear old Angela to hear you come apart in my hands?” He leaned in and sucked on my neck, overwhelming me until I became defeated by a storm of sensations.
I bit down on my lip, twisted my hips, and rode his hand to a release that ran up my spine and caused me to spasm from the pleasure. I broke skin on my lip and tasted blood in my mouth as I tried to writhe away from Xander. The intensity was too much, but still he continued to tamper with my pussy, causing aftershocks that made me want to shout out.
He pulled his fingers out of me, and I slumped against him. He slipped an arm around my waist, kissed my neck, and said, “You’re so fucking amazing.”
“Do all our sessions have to start this way?” I asked.
“If you want me to talk, you have to give me some incentive.” He bit my neck, causing another shiver to tighten my muscles.
“I’m really beginning to enjoy all this sexual misconduct.” I turned around and straddled him, rubbing his erection through his pants.
He pulled my hand away and shook his head. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
I pouted. “Come on, you want to. I can feel how much you want it.” I tried to grab him again, but he held both my hands behind my back.
“Do you remember a few weeks ago when you forced me to come down your throat? Right here in this office.”
I nodded as I tried to hold back my smile. It had been so much fun making him lose control.
“Do you also remember how you wouldn’t let me touch you afterward? I really wanted to fuck you until you made those sweet sounds that make my dick harder.”
I stared at him because I was pretty sure where this was going.
“Well, turnabout is fair play.”
I scowled at him. “Your dick’s going to suffer if you don’t let me give you some relief.”
“But you want to make me come more than I want to come, so get off my lap, Dr. Shaw. We have a session to commence.”
I stood up and grumbled, “I hate you.” I turned and started to pull my clothes on, then yelped when he bit me on the ass. I threw him a dirty look over my shoulder.
“What did you say?” He cocked an eyebrow at me with a huge grin on his face.
“I said I hate that you’re keeping my favorite toy from me.” I bent down and kissed him before walking toward my desk. “But you’re right. I’m going to have to start reserving three hours for your appointment if we keep this up.”
I returned to my chair with my notepad and glasses. Xander watched me as I slipped them on. I smiled at him. He knew I had a weakness for his dimples and I knew he had a kink for my glasses and garters. I watched him make an adjustment at the front of his pants as I settled into my chair.
“Where did we leave off last week?”
“Guilt,” we said in unison.
“You’re harboring way too much guilt, Xander. And the person you want forgiveness from can’t give it to you. You have to learn to forgive yourself.”
“It’s a lot easier said than done.” He slumped into his chair, massaging his forehead with his fingers as though a headache were building. As soon as Xander stepped into my office for a session, his demeanor changed. Talking to me about his past sickened him, but he refused to seek help elsewhere.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He stared at me as if to continue but didn’t respond.
“What happened after the accident? How come this isn’t all over the newspaper somewhere?”
He stiffened and broke eye contact. He covered his mouth with a fisted hand, and the silence stretched on for quite a while. “My dad made sure no one ever knew I was the driver.” He turned back to me, then said, “And I let him, so how could I not feel guilty?”
“Do you wish you would’ve taken responsibility?”
He snorted. “Every. Single. Day.”
“I know this is going to be a long road for you, but I feel like you’re regressing. All the progress you made before we went to California evaporated when we came back.” Something changed with Xander after his meeting with Marcus in California. But after almost a week, he wasn’t letting me in on that front.
“I’m not regressing. I’ve just been facing the fact that I impacted a lot of lives.”
“Continuing to blame yourself will not bring her back.” And it wouldn’t help the insomnia that had become increasingly worse in the past week.
“But you’re biased. You want to believe I’m blameless so you can keep fucking me.”
What?
“So you think I can’t separate my personal feelings from my profession?” I put my notepad down and glared at him.
“I think—no—I know you didn’t want this thing between us, but you can’t control it, so you need to make it okay for yourself to be with me.”
“I want to make it okay for you! I want you to see that people make mistakes—huge ones—but that doesn’t make you a bad person.” I stood and walked across the room.
“And what if that mistake ruined lives? Cost someone their life?”
“Xander, listen…” I sat on the coffee table, facing him. “You don’t have to explain to me how much at fault you were in this accident.” He gave me a look when I said accident. “You have to figure out a way to forgive yourself. Covering this up was a shitty thing to do, but it’s too late now. What is it going to take for you to realize you’ve already atoned for your sins? Twelve years of remorse for something you never intended.”
He rubbed a hand over his face. “When everything gets taken away from me. Turnabout is fair play in any situation, Avery, and I feel like it’ll be coming my way soon.”
And I felt like he was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was hard for him to embrace happiness, and that was something I fully understood.
The Walls Have Ears
Avery
As usual, Xander was awake when I got up for work the next day. I rolled over and straddled his naked form, leaning my forehead against his.
I loved looking at him in the morning, with his hair all messy, a slow, lazy smile on his face that revealed his dimples as his good morning greeting.
He ran his hand over my back and over my ass, gripping it and pulling me against his morning wood.
I grinned. “Is this one of the times you’ll let me make you come?”
“You’ll just have to try and see how much I’ll let you have.”
I reached down and curled my fingers around him. It excited me to get my hands on his cock. I wrapped my hand around his hard length, the heated flesh throbbing against my palm, and then I whispered into his ear, “I want you to give it all to me. Every inch of your hard cock.”
He growled, his cock twitching in excitement. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
I shifted on his lap, positioned him at my entrance and slowly slid down his long, thick member. His head fell back against the pillow and he grunted as I began to move. It wasn’t long before he dug his fingers into my ass and met me stroke for stroke. His hip punched up as I came down.
I didn’t think I was going to come so quickly, but his cock was pushing me over the edge. In the midst of my pleasure-induced haze, I’d slowed down. Xander wasn’t having it. He smacked my ass and flipped me over so my back hit the bed as he took over with fierce determination. I shrieked as he slammed deep within me. He smothered my cry with a kiss that took my breath away.