12 Days of Forever(30)

I never thought Oliver would do that – replace me with my understudy – because I took some personal time during our hiatus. This is his way of showing me who’s the boss, and I’m fine with that. I can go back to work with my head held high and throw the biggest diva bullshit move he’s ever seen. If he thinks, for one moment, that I’m going to sit by and let some two-bit slut take away my lead, he’s got another thing coming. If he has issues with my form, he must be training her hard to fix hers. There’s a reason she’s an understudy. Unless, of course, the only form he’s concerned with is the one she’s mastering while on her knees.

“You’re hurting my hand and thinking far too hard for this early in the morning,” Xander mumbles into this crook of my neck. I’ve never been a cuddler, but being in his arms like this makes me never want to leave. He has a king-size bed, and we’re smack dab in the middle. No his side, no her side. Not that I have a side, but being in his arms makes me feel like I could.

I hadn’t realized I was squeezing his hand until he said something. I ease up on my grip and try to move closer to him. There’s little space, if any, and my movements cause him to groan. I stifle a laugh and don’t say anything. With my back against his chest, I wiggle again and his hand clamps down on my hip.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He nuzzles deeper into my neck and places his lips against my shoulder.

“Oh, well we can’t have that.” I start to pull away, only to be pulled back against this chest as he continues peppering my neck and shoulder with kisses. His scruff brushes against my skin, causing goosebumps. My hand reaches down in between us, finding him ready and hopefully willing. It never occurred to me what it would mean to Xander when I texted him last night asking him to come back and get me. I want to ask him where he sees us going, but the truth of the matter is, I can’t see past next week. I’d be foolish to make any type of gesture with him that might lead him on. Besides, long-distance relationships don’t work out, and our schedules really aren’t conducive to even trying.

Xander pulls my hand, leaving me with me no choice but to let go of him. He moves us slightly, locking our conjoined hands down onto the bed and pushes my leg up with his, giving him the perfect angle to take me. His cock brushes against me, and I hiss. I’m sensitive after last night and early this morning. Xander has a healthy appetite for sex, not that I’m complaining.

He pulls back and sits up on his elbow. “Are you sore?” he asks as he takes his hand away from mine and trails his fingers over my exposed breast. My skin pebbles, and my nipples peak. Xander doesn’t wait for an answer as he licks my nipple, pulling the bud with his teeth. His hips thrust as he rubs his hard on along my *.

“Answer me, Yvie. If you’re sore, I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I beg as Xander eases into me slowly. I’m sore, but this is worth the ache. His hips move into mine as his mouth dances over my breast. This position is new for me and even though I can feel him deep, I don’t like that I can’t touch him freely. I slide my hand under his arm and let my nails dig into his skin. This encourages him to move faster, and he does.

Xander pushes my shoulder and buries me into his bed, his chest heavy on my back until he sits back on his knees. His hands grip my hips, pulling them back to meet his thrust.

“Oh, God,” I pant out barely able to catch my breath. The sounds of heavy breathing, moaning and our skin slapping against each other turns me on. I move against him, creating more friction. His hands cup my breasts and his fingers pull on my nipples. I scream out in pleasure. With my breasts in his hand, he uses them as leverage to sit me up. My legs slide in between his and his hands guide me up and down. Xander presses his forehead to my back, allowing me to work against him.

When his finger touches my clit I’m done for. “Oh f*ck,” he says against my skin. “I can feel you squeezing my dick.” His words and his touch are what I need to push me over the edge. I rock against him faster, more eager, forgetting that I’m sore as he rubs my clit.

“I’m…”

“I know, baby,” he says as he pushes me back down onto my hands and pumps in and out of me feverishly. Xander slams into me, screaming out as his cock pulses. His hips slow, but he still moves in me, making sure I’m fully sated.

I collapse in a heap, and he quickly follows alongside me. We’re both on our stomachs, looking at each other. I want to ask him what he’s thinking, but now is not the time. He’s likely, just like I am, going to say something stupid and ruin the moment. I know mine would be to tell him that he’s the best lover I’ve ever had, and I can’t get the sensation of the way his muscles move under my fingertips to leave my memory. I’ve tried, but to no avail.