Page 45 of Save Me

I blush over my inexperience, something that you could argue got me into my little fix with Oliver. In fact, I wonder if he still would have wanted me if I wasn’t a virgin. It seems very important to both him and whatever this ‘Mayfield’ mystery is. Not wanting to spoil this time with Xander, I shake it out of my head, and sit back on the bed. I then slide back onto the pillows, trusting him completely when he crawls on top of me with his muscles flexing and straining to hold himself away from my chest.

We kiss, just like teenagers our age are supposed to do when they’re dating, before he finally rests between my legs. I use my hands to feel all over his upper body, his hair, his arms, until he eventually threads his fingers through mine. As our urge to get closer to one another takes over, I push him away to remove my t-shirt and reveal my naked breasts. I swallow hard, trying to gauge his reaction to something no one else has seen since I was flat-chested and very much a child, when such things weren’t considered important. I see his eyes turn dark when he finally gazes over them, taking in my puckered nipples and stroking the backs of his fingers over them. I take a deep inhale as he begins to kiss them. I will happily admit that I am enjoying the feeling of him being here with me, worshiping my body with softness, consent, and respect.

Soon his mouth travels south and his hands reach for the top of my pajama bottoms. He pulls them slowly down to reveal my knickers. His eyes meet mine, as if seeking permission to take our heavy petting session to the next step. Knowing this is beyond stupid, I throw all caution to the wind and nod, before arching my back for more. At first, he kisses me through the cotton of my panties, but soon pulls them to one side and touches my sex with gentle strokes. When he hits that spot, my nerves, I gasp even louder, knowing what is to come, but chasing it with care-free abandonment. His open-mouthed kisses to my wet lips become deeper, his tongue working faster against my clitoris while I pant over the building crescendo to something so intimate, I feel a little emotional. Being new to this, it doesn’t take much of his tongue work to send me over the edge, causing me to bite down on my arm to silence my cries.

He watches me coming back to Earth with more heavy panting, trying to acclimatize myself after he just brought me to orgasm without a lot of effort. He chuckles and moves back up to kiss me again. However, I decide to take control of the situation, telling myself that I can give as good as him, so flip myself over so that I am now straddling his torso. The look of shock on his face is all I need to convince myself that I’ve made the right decision. Encouraged by my newfound confidence, I plant gentle kisses all the way down his chest, and into his chiseled abs before releasing his hardness.

I knew Xander would be big from his pressing against me, but being new to all of this, my eyes still widen when I take all of him in at once. His hand drops to the back of my head, and I quickly shake the enormity of him away, moving down to kiss, to lick, to suck all of him into my mouth. I have no idea if what I’m doing is right, but the hiss he releases through his teeth tells me it can’t be that bad of an experience for him. I go gentle at first, exploring him, getting used to the sensation, but I soon take him as far as I can go, sucking while simultaneously pumping him with my hand. His heavy breathing soon turns into moaning as I work him until he suddenly pushes me off and releases with a muttered curse.

I watch on in awe, half-stunned, half-fearful that I’ve done something wrong, for as soon as he recovers, he jumps up and paces away to the bathroom. When he returns, my humility hits me full force, and I lie still and quiet, unsure of what to do or say. I’m only half-relieved when he climbs back into bed beside me, kisses me gently on my lips, then starts to stroke my hair as we lie side by side just looking at one another.

“Did I do something wrong?” I finally break the deafening silence with my whisper.

“God, no!” he gasps with a deep-set frown, then pulls me in that little bit tighter. “Why would you think that?”

“You pushed me off and ran to the bathroom?” I state the obvious and he laughs at me, obviously amused by me being so inexperienced.

“I’m guessing that was your first time?” he asks, and I smile timidly, knowing my eyes are showing a different emotion, one of humiliation. I truthfully nod, for there’s no hiding how green I am when it comes to sex. “I didn’t want to do that and put you off ever doing it again. I honestly didn’t come here expecting any of this, Beth, though I’m not gonna lie, it was a pretty fucking awesome surprise!”

“Oh,” I say with a giggle as he waggles his eyebrows with his cheeky grin. “Does this mean I’m one of your groupies now?”

“No,” he replies with all cheekiness wiped clean from his face, and his hand taking a firm grip over mine as he kisses it. “You’re just mine. End of!”

We kiss again, cementing what we’re beginning to feel for one another. As soon as we break apart, I can’t help but sigh sadly, realizing just how much I want his words to be true. However, I know that ultimately, I belong to Oliver.

“Stop it!” he snaps, pinching my chin gently between his fingers. “Don’t even think about that asshole. I need you to trust that I will sort this. I will stop you from ever being his.”

“He took my first kiss today, Xander,” I mutter, staring at his jaw tensing up, “but I don’t want him taking any more of my firsts. I want them to be with you.”

Xander smiles, one that shows just a hint of his own doubt, but he soon shakes it away and rubs his hand over my cheek.

“But I can’t have what I want,” I say quietly.

“Hey, we have till the end of next summer, remember? Beth, it’s going to be hard to get out of this. One of the main reasons I came over here tonight is because I found someone who knows something about Mayfield.”

His confession has me leaning up in surprise, with my eyes widening, and my attention being solely focused on what he has found out.

“What…who? What do you know?” He looks away in such a way that instantly tells me that whatever it is, isn’t good news. “Tell me, Xander, I need to know.”

“Mayfield is like a highly selective club, one that’s been handed down through generations over hundreds of years. It’s made up of thousands of members across the country, most of who are very wealthy, and some with a lot of power. They have influential people in their pockets and are very, very traditional. There is one central council that governs them, and it would seem Oliver Lawrence is very high up in said council,” he says with a heavy sigh. “But he has his sights on being their president, a position that is currently held by a guy named Carl Steele. Oliver is relatively young for such a position and needs to be taken more seriously. Apparently, Steele has encouraged him to get a wife to show he is serious and committed to the organization.”

“But why me?” I ask with exasperation in my voice. “I don’t get it!”

“I can’t answer that, Beth, except for the fact that you’re young and beautiful. Most Mayfield women are married before they turn twenty, especially amongst the top families. It’s like a weird mafia cult or something.”

“How reassuring!” I huff sarcastically. “Surely if it’s that traditional he would be trying to find a Mayfield family to marry into, wouldn’t he?”

“That’s what I thought and also what my informant thought. Beth, they’re dangerous and know how to make people disappear, and, as you’ve heard, once you’re in, you’re in for life. No one leaves. You have to reconsider; you can’t marry him! Maybe your family would be better off losing it all if it means you don’t get caught up in all of their shit, and so…fuck it, so we can be together!”

“If we lose everything, Xander, there would be no you and me. We wouldn’t be able to stay around here. Riley and I certainly wouldn’t be able to stay at Fairfields.”

“Well, that’s the other thing,” he says, brushing my hair back with gentle affection; it being the only thing he can offer me right now, “until we figure this out, it’s probably best we don’t show any interest in one another at school. A lot of Mayfield families attend, including our very own principal. And being from California, Oliver Lawrence has a lot of support amongst them.”

“Shit!” I gasp as the enormity of it all hits me. He rubs my arm before pulling me against him and holding me close. “I’ve got to find out what it is about me that he wants so badly.”

“I know, baby,” he says, kissing the top of my head, “we’ll figure it out though. I’m not losing you!”

After we kiss a little more, with our minds full of Mayfield and the fact that I’ve signed up to something akin to the Mafia, I fall asleep in a fog of a post-orgasm haze, as well as worrying thoughts over my precarious situation. When I finally wake from a night full of nightmares, I discover cold sheets beside me. It has me feeling both disappointed and relieved to find Xander has crept out and gone.

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