Page 69 of Puck with Karma
He gets closer, forcing me to step back until I feel the wall behind me. I stare at his face, a little shocked by how angry he looks. He thinks I am up to no good. The easy thing to do would be for me to confess to him about my brother. But something is holding me back.
I reach up and hook my finger inside the collar of his shirt, trying my hardest to look and sound seductive, all in the hopes of distracting him from whatever is happening with my family.
“I like playing games with you,” I whisper. My lips stretch into a fake smile, and I pray he doesn’t catch on.
I pull on his shirt to bring him closer to me and lift myself on the tip of my toes to reach his mouth.
Xander wants to resist me. I can feel the tension in his body. But, in the end, he allows me to kiss him. Our mouths are already open by the time they touch, and my tongue dives in with zero hesitation.
My hand drops to his jeans, confident of what I’d find there. His erection is impressive, and when he pushes himself against my hand, I flex my fingers around it. Since he has a pair of boxers on, there is some interference from the material.
“Take me out,” he mutters in between kisses. “Now,” he adds more forcefully when he thinks I’m taking too long.
I moan into his mouth, willing him to get back to kissing me, then push his jeans down his hips. His cock juts forward as if looking for me.
Xander’s hand comes to the back of my head, squeezing tight, fingers wrapping in my hair. I pull my mouth away from his in an instant.
“Don’t pull on my hair. My extensions…”
They cost an arm and a leg, and I don’t want to have to get them redone.
Xander’s mouth lifts into half a smile, the intensity in his eyes almost knocking me off my feet. The fingers in my hair squeeze just a bit tighter. He leans down more to get closer again.
“I don’t give a fuck about your extensions,” he growls into my face, and I shiver. I want to protest, say something, anything. “But I do care about you,” he continues.
My eyes fill with tears in an instant. It’s as if he is echoing my thoughts from earlier, from before he came to my place. He is always on my mind, and I was so scared he didn’t feel the same. But he does, he just said so.
I bring my arm up and wrap my fingers around his wrist, pulling gently.
“Let go of my hair, please.”
I’m not sure if it is thepleaseat the end or what, but he releases me right away. I take a moment to just stare at him. My one hand is still wrapped around his hardness and my breathing is shallow.
Xander raises an eyebrow in challenge.
“Are you gonna do this or what?”
I try to fight back the laughter.
“How do you know what I am about to do?”
“All signs were pointing toward you sucking on my cock.” God, he sounds so damn obnoxious. But I love every second of it.
“They were, huh?” I do my best to sound amused, but my voice is too breathy for that to happen.
“They weren’t?”
I don’t answer his question. Instead, I just drop to my knees, pulling his pants down around his hips as I go. There is zero hesitation when I just take him in my mouth, going as deep as I can from the first try, no prep work at all.
“Fuck,” he gasps from above me.
My eyes move to look up at him. His hands are propped against the wall behind me, and his hair is falling into his eyes with his head bent like that to look at me.
Our eyes connect for a brief second, freezing us in this moment. It feels important somehow. He is sending me some sort of a message, and it scares me. Its intensity is too much, so I just close my eyes and break contact.
I gag when he pushes into my mouth a bit more forcefully. It’s as if he wants to punish me. My hands clutch to the backs of his legs, digging my fingernails into him through the material of his pants, hoping that it hurts him. That seems to only spur him on.
He doesn’t give me a chance to process what is happening when he pulls back, then pushes back in. His movements become fast and methodical. Saliva pools on the sides of my mouth before running down my chin and sliding onto my chest.
