22. Chapter Twenty-Two
Another day goes by and my mother continues to give me the silent treatment. On the third day, just before she leaves for work, she finally breaks her silence and turns towards me.
“So, are you still being defiant? You know pursuing music will never bring you happiness. It won’t lead you anywhere.”
I look at my mother, her words piercing through me. The silent treatment was one thing, but now she’s attacking my dreams. Taking a deep breath, I calmly reply.
“Mom, I get it, but music is my thing. It makes me happy, and I think others can benefit from it too.”
She scoffs, and with a shake of her head says, “You’re just wasting your time. Choosing a career in music is a risky move. You should think about your future and pursue something more stable.”
“I told you already that I don’t want a job like yours.” I return my attention to my e-reader. I snuggle into the comfy couch. “I’m done discussing this with you,” I add, my eyes still focused on the screen in front of me. Feeling frustrated, I let out a sigh. It’s tiring having the same back and forth with her over and over again. Why won’t she let me do what I want?
I sense her presence, lingering close by, watching me intently, eager to speak. Yet, I choose to keep my focus on the novel I hold in my hands. It”s my refuge and escape from the ongoing argument.
“You’re impossible,” she mutters, grabbing her keys from the countertop. With a pissed look on her face, she heads towards the door, forcefully slamming it shut as she leaves.
I glance up from my e-reader and look through the front window to see her walking towards her car. The cloudy, gray sky hangs above, mirroring the inner turmoil swirling within me. There’s a tangible sense of anticipation in the air, as if even nature itself is pausing, waiting with bated breath.
Taking a deep breath, I feel the weight of my dreams, pressing down on my chest. I can’t help but wonder if my father experienced the same emotions whenever she criticized his love for music.
The car engine roars to life, and within seconds, it speeds off down the street.
I shut off my e-reader, get up from the couch, and head to my bedroom. Just as I reach the middle of the hallway, I come to a sudden stop upon hearing a knock at the front door. A smile spreads across my face because I already know who it is. I race towards the door, casually tossing my e-reader onto the couch as I pass by.
The door swings open with a forceful pull, and I am instantly breathless at the sight of him. Xander always has that effect on me. His tousled hair falls over his forehead, adding to his irresistible charm. A mischievous grin lights up his handsome face, sending a thrill through me.
In one swift motion, he lunges forward, his eyes ablaze with desire. The air crackles with electrifying energy as our lips collide, sparks flying in every direction. Our hearts pound, syncing in perfect rhythm. I find myself completely immersed in the kiss, consumed by its intensity and the way he kisses me.
As he pulls back, he leans his forehead against mine, his breath coming out in heavy spurts.
“I”ve been itching to get you out of that skirt and have a wild time every time I saw you today.”
After Jade caught Xander and me next to my car, I was sure she would expose us, considering what she had seen. But, to my surprise, she hasn”t said a word to anyone. Not only that, her hurtful cruel words about my weight have also stopped.
Nevertheless, Xander prefers to keep our activities and our relationship, or whatever this is under the radar. I’m not even sure if he’s mentioned anything to Ace. I don’t know if he’s embarrassed about people finding out what we’re doing, but I don’t care. I get to spend time with Xander. His gaze never suggests he is embarrassed by me. Every time we are together, I can see a burning desire in his eyes, the way he yearns for me. No one has ever looked at me like that. And I gotta say, I fucking love it.
I also have a feeling that he’s not hooking up with any other girls like he used to. I’ve noticed that he hasn’t disappeared with Jade or any of those other easy bitches. Whenever I see him at school, he’s sitting with Ace, completely ignoring all the other girls he used to hang out with.
But what I do know is that our time is limited. He”ll be leaving soon to chase his dreams. Meanwhile, I will cherish every moment I get to spend with Xander until the day he eventually leaves or starts questioning why the hell he”s spending time with me.
The sound of rain on the roof echoes throughout the entire house.
“Oh my god, it’s raining!” I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the house.
“Yeah, so what? It’s just rain.”
I lead him onto the back patio, where the gentle rain falls, creating a symphony of pitter-patter sounds all around.
Releasing his hand, I run down the back steps, taking them two at a time, to stand in the rain.
Xander remains on the patio, his brows furrowing in confusion, questioning my motives amidst the downpour.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back, letting the cool raindrops fall on my face. The rhythmic patter of rain creates a soothing melody, calming my racing thoughts and turmoil caused by my mother. In this crazy moment, I find peace and clarity.
Xander’s voice breaks the silence. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Enjoying the rain,” I say, opening my eyes, only to find his intense, piercing dark brown eyes locked onto me. The sheer power in his gaze electrifies my veins, awakening my senses and filling me with a profound sense of excitement.
The combination of liquid courage and lust has me feeling unusually daring. Xander seriously got to me earlier when he grabbed me in the house and kissed me with such intensity. Now, it’s my turn to make him feel the same way.
I twist and wiggle, searching for the zipper on my damp skirt. Xander keeps an impassive expression, but I can sense his mind working, curious about what I’m planning. The truth will reveal itself in due time. While he watches me, I slowly lower my skirt and let it fall onto the wet ground. Then, move on to unbuttoning my shirt.
As he takes a deep breath, his nostrils widen. A surge of excitement courses through me as his gaze travels over my entire body, lingering on my bra and then my panties. There is an undeniable intensity in his eyes, as though I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Nevertheless, he remains stationary beneath the back patio, carefully observing my every action.
I have a strong desire to see Xander Williams completely lose control. I yearn to witness the deep longing reflected in his eyes, to evoke in him the same intense passion that his touch always ignites within me.
Driven by this motivation, I slowly trace a fingernail down my stomach. Any doubts I may have had about my weight vanish completely at this moment. His gaze on me, his eyes hooded, almost dare me to continue. As I playfully trace my fingertips along the waistband of my panties, a surge of exhilaration washes over me, setting my stomach abuzz with intense fluttering butterflies.
Without warning, he swiftly moves his hand down and begins to stroke himself through his jeans.
With an intense gaze, he watches me as I rub myself through my panties, my mind consumed with thoughts of him touching me. As I notice a shift in his breathing, it becomes clear to me that his self-control is slowly weakening. In response, I choose to push the boundaries even further.
With a smile on my face, I casually slip my hand into the waistband of my panties. Excitement and desire course through every cell of my being. As I slide a finger into my wetness, a sharp breath escapes my parted lips.
His jaw tightens as his eyes examine my body, lingering at the space between my legs. My heart races as I inhale quickly, closing my eyes tightly.
When I reopen them, he’s directly in front of me, kneeling and looking at me with a desire that seems to plead, as if he wants to devour me entirely.
“Move your fucking hand now!” His voice breaks through the silence. His words resonate firmly in my ears, leaving no room for negotiation. I immediately surrender to his command.
A sudden, sharp tug on my ankle startles me, causing a squeak to escape my lips. His handsome face, wet from the rain, is just inches away from me.
“Stay still,” he demands, his voice velvety and raspy, while the fiery intensity in his eyes sends an electrifying shiver down my spine. Every nerve in my body tenses, yearning for his touch, but it never comes.
He lifts his head staring up at me, blinking through the rain. The longing in his eyes is unmistakable - he wants me, and it”s impossible to ignore. He lowers his face again, fixing his gaze upon my pussy. The feeling of anticipation builds within me, filling me with exhilaration, as I eagerly await his touch.
A shiver runs through me as his fingertips delicately glide over the inside of my wet thigh. A tightness settles across his face, a sign of his self-control. My senses heighten, and my heart pounds like a drum as he leans in, replacing his fingers with his skillful tongue.
The sensation of his tongue on my inner thigh is utterly captivating, almost heavenly, arousing me with every deliberate stroke. I willingly submit to him, longing to be his instrument, eager to be played. The intense sensation of his touch, coupled with the way he gazes up at me, results in a seriously hot experience. My heart dances with excitement as he keeps eye contact, leisurely tracing his tongue along the delicate flesh of my inner thighs.
With every glide over a new spot, he plants a sweet little kiss on it. A shiver runs down my spine, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. And whenever he discovers a spot that elicits a reaction from me, he revisits it once more.
Again and again.
He is becoming increasingly familiar with my body, utilizing all the things that bring me pleasure to push me to the brink of madness. I tightly shut my eyes and clench my hands, exerting every ounce of effort to resist the urge to react.
“Xander,” I add, my voice barely a whisper when his tongue traces the edge of my panties.
Knowing exactly what he”s doing, he gives me that cocky grin, purposefully fueling my anticipation and creating an irresistible desire for more.
As frustration builds up within me, he changes his direction and proceeds to plant a series of tender kisses along my hip. However, he skillfully avoids the area that is pulsating with desire. Unable to control myself, a small whimper of irritation escapes my lips.
“Please,” I gasp, biting down on my lip so hard that it sends a sharp pain coursing through me. Finally, I feel his touch where I ache the most. My thighs quiver as he delicately explores the contours of my most intimate area with his tongue. I am overcome by a powerful combination of arousal and wetness that takes over my senses.
Suddenly, Xander’s movements halt abruptly. He draws his face closer, inhaling my scent deeply. A low, guttural groan escapes his lips, causing my nipples to harden and my heart to race.
There is something incredibly satisfying about the way he responds to me like I am exactly what he wants.
“Xander,” I squirm as he pulls my soaked underwear to one side and slowly trails his tongue along the length of my folds. His eyes remain fixed on me as he skillfully teases me, causing an incoherent sound to escape my lips. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I grip the top of his head as he changes direction, tormenting me with slow, torturous circles of his tongue.
He stops once more, his methods of torment stirring both love and hate within me. I release a tense breath through clenched teeth, observing as his smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. The jerk knows exactly what he’s doing. He finds pleasure in teasing me. Unexpectedly, he surprises me by exhaling a warm breath onto my pussy, causing a whirlwind of sensations to surge through my body. The contrast of the cold rain and his heated breath sets a fire ablaze within me. With his skilled touch, he begins to pleasure me, expertly licking my clit, causing me to writhe and whimper involuntarily.
I am consumed by waves of pleasure, each moment growing more intense than the last. I cannot suppress my helpless moans, as the overwhelming pleasure he brings me takes control. Eventually, I reach the pinnacle, an orgasm so powerful that it takes me several minutes to collect myself. Once I do, I discover him staring up at me with a predatory gaze, his expression exuding undeniable arrogance. He gently adjusts my panties back into position and tenderly places a soft kiss on the lace.
“Now, stick your finger back in,” he says in a raspy voice.
Taking a deep breath, I slide my hand beneath the waistband of my underwear, following his instructions to collect my wetness. I’m remarkably slick. As soon as I comply, he snatches my hand. A rush of warmth floods my cheeks as he runs his nose along my finger before closing his mouth around it. Standing up abruptly, he captures my mouth with his own, leaving me speechless. The moment his tongue explores my mouth, I yield completely to him. Heaven help me, this man is like quicksand, and I’m falling, descending, sinking deeper and deeper.