Page 63 of Puck with Karma
“No,” I cry out. “Why?”
My heart is beating out of my chest, fear squeezing it with force. Xander has pulled completely out. He is on his knees in between my legs, his erection still very much alive, chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing.
“Turn over.”
At first, I’m not sure what he’s talking about. My vision feels somewhat foggy, and I can’t focus much.
Silently, Xander grabs me by the hips and squeezes.
“Turn over.”
Finally understanding what he means, I lift my legs from around him, then manage to turn on my belly. I feel him when he comes closer, one hand sliding under my belly. I let out a yelp of surprise when he lifts me on my knees in one abrupt move.
“I could’ve done that had you asked.”
I am trying to be funny in a moment that’s too intense for me. Xander doesn’t react. Instead, he presses a hand in between my shoulder blades, directing me to drop on my hands. Without a word between us, he positions himself at my entrance and slides right in.
“You are too perfect,” he whispers in my ear. “What am I missing?”
He drops his mouth on my shoulder and sinks his teeth into my skin.
Apparently, that is what I need to finally come. I let go, nothing else registering anymore. I can feel Xander pounding into me from behind, but between that and the pain he is inflicting on me with his teeth, I am a complete goner.
I’m not sure how much time passes until the world around us starts making sense again. He pulls out of me and drops to the side, then puts a hand on my hips and pulls me down into him.
“What the hell was that?” he mutters behind me, face buried in my hair.
My breathing is coming heavy, and I can’t speak. Instead, I just lean back against him and try to gather my thoughts. I’m not quite sure what just happened either.
A couple of minutes into it, and I feel over heated. I move away from him, a bit disappointed when he allows it. We bothfall to our backs and stare at the ceiling.
“I can’t believe I’ve only known you for a week,” he finally says.
I can’t tell if he is happy about it or not. There is no wonder in the tone of his voice, just possible disdain.
“It feels like a lifetime,” he continues. “So much has happened since the day I ran into you.”
Laughter bubbles in my chest. “Literally.”
Xander turns his head to look at me. When he just stares without saying a word, I start getting nervous.
“Are you okay?” I finally force myself to ask.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he shrugs. “I just fucked the most beautiful intern we have.”
I know he means to tease me, but his words hurt. And it’s not like I expect him to show affection or a promise of a future between us. But I still want him to respect me at the end of it all.
As if he can sense my inner turmoil, he turns on his side and brings his hand to my face. He cups my cheek gently and turns my head so I can look at him.
“I’m an asshole.” His voice sounds soft now, but still unapologetic. “I worded it all wrong. But you really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen or been with.”
My eyes fill with instant tears. I have no idea why I am this emotional. I’m not sure how to respond to anything that he just said. I get sidetracked when his fingers start running through my hair until they reach the spot where I had to pull my extension out.
“I have an appointment this afternoon to get that fixed,” I tell him, but he just looks confused. “My extension,” I remind him.
“You don’t need that shit, babe.” I love the lopsided smile he gives me. “But go for it if it makes you happy.”
“You don’t think it’s shallow?”
