Chapter 11 Snow #2
“Me, of course. You’re over there with your boring hand for company when over here is the sweetest, hottest, most untouchable pussy in the world.
The perfect, silky hole you want to sink into, and yet you can’t.
Nothing compares to me. Not the roughness of your palm, not even lotion can come close to how good I feel.
” The words pour from me like liquid as pleasure curls and tightens within me.
I shift and writhe on the bed as my eyes slip closed.
My fingers become Xander’s cock.
My hand becomes his and the heat coursing through me is his body heat as he presses against me.
He’s as hungry as I am, chasing pleasure with the same mindlessness that’s taking over me.
I’m so close.
I’m so close and I want him so badly but I don’t want to lose.
I want to be held and fucked and made to feel like I’m floating, and nothing else matters.
My fingers shove knuckle-deep and my hips thrust off the bed as a punch of a moan escapes Xander.
“Look at me,” he gasps. “Snow, look at me.”
Unable to resist the command in his voice, my eyes flutter open.
He’s still on the chair but his fist is moving over his cock with the same desperation my fingers fuck into myself.
His eyes are like pools of ink, and a blush spreads across his chest. The crown of his cock glistens like it’s drooling for me, unbelievably hungry for something it can’t have.
Our eyes meet and I can’t look away. The muscles around his throat tighten, his head tilts, and he gasps raggedly.
“Snow—”
“Xander!”
It’s unclear who comes first.
As I try to keep my eyes on him, my orgasm crests and I come with a yell, eyes closing and back bowing off the bed.
Pleasure courses through me in hot ripples, my pussy clenches around my fingers, and all air rushes from my lungs as I come so hard that my hips ache.
By the time pleasure fades and I’m able to open my eyes, Xander’s orgasm is over.
He’s panting in his chair with a tissue crumpled in one hand while his pretty cock softens between his legs.
“I win,” he says softly. “But you put on a good show.”
“Nuh-uh,” I pant. “I win.”
“How can you tell? Your eyes were closed.”
“Nah, I win.”
Xander chuckles softly, then he rises from the seat and approaches the bed.
Every tingling nerve inside me screams out for his touch.
Just once to soothe the aching hunger in my chest.
It was good, but now that I’ve seen everything he has, it’s not enough.
“You need to get some rest.”
“Is that sexy Xander talking or my doctor?”
“Both,” he replies. “Hold onto how you feel and rest. Do you need anything?”
As the last tingles of pleasure fade, my body calms, and a chill creeps up, but just as I realize it, Xander’s suddenly wrapping the covers over me to warm me.
“You know what I need,” I whisper. “That was…”
“Don’t think about it,” he murmurs. “Just enjoy it.”
“So, you like me, huh?”
“You still need to ask me?”
“You’re breaking the rules,” I point out, not that I care. “You’re my doctor.”
“Then consider this attentive patient care,” Xander replies, clearly not caring. “Rest, Snow. You need it.” Xander leans down and kisses the air a few inches away from my forehead. “And you’re right. You won. From the sight of you, it’s a wonder I didn’t come immediately.”
I fall asleep with pride in my chest and yet a strange sense of loss nestling just beneath my heart.
It was amazing and yet not enough. My dreams are filled with everything I crave from Xander.
His body against mine, his hands in my hair and against my skin, his cock so deep inside me that we become one.
Some of the dreams are so intense that when I wake the next morning, my heart races as fast as it did the night before and dampness beads between my thighs.
I was so close to something extraordinary, but the dream escapes like mist as I wake fully, and the night comes back to me.
I’ve never done something like that in my life. Even with Caleb, our sex life didn’t come close to whatever that was last night.
After showering and dressing, I softly walk through the apartment.
“Xander?”
A soft meow answers me from the kitchen.
Rustle stretches out on the counter and chirrups when I approach, permitting me to pet her.
Xander isn’t here, nor is he in the living room. One full sweep of everywhere I dare to look and I’m back in the kitchen, confused.
Until I spot the letter held onto the fridge by a penguin magnet.
Snow,
Forgive me for not being here when you wake up but I was called into work.
Please eat before you leave, and I made you lunch.
It’s in the fridge. The cats have been fed, so don’t worry about them, but please make sure they don’t sneak out when you leave.
I’ll call you when I get the time, but if you need anything before then, please message me.
Also, this number is a lawyer I worked with before.
I don’t know all the details about your situation, but they might be able to help you with your missing money.
Last night was insane.
Speak soon,
Xander
A smile grows as I skim the letter, then I read it three more times. How sweet.
“Your dad is adorable,” I say to Rustle, who rubs against my arm and then tries to climb over me to get to the note as it crinkles slightly in my hand.
I take note of the number and pocket the note, then open the fridge.
Inside a plastic container with my name on it are some sandwiches, fruit, a yogurt pot, a chocolate bar, and sauces.
My smile grows.
I’ll call the lawyer, and then I’ll find a way to thank Xander that’ll make him look at me exactly the way he looked at me last night.
It can’t do any harm, right?