2. Melissa

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Xander is kissing me again. His lips are just as tender and soft as I remember. He starts to pull back, but I grind my hips, and he moans, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

I relish in the way he firmly grabs my hips, forcing me down onto the cock straining his jeans. His tongue dances with mine. He tastes like the sharp, smokiness of whiskey, and sweet like caramel. I moan into his mouth and his breath catches in his throat.

"Fuck, don't make that sound, Mel," Xander whispers against my lips, but I'm too drunk on lust to decipher what he is saying to me, and I lean in to kiss him again.

"What sound?" I playfully lick his lips and he growls.

"Mel, tell me to leave." I pause leaning back from Xander, but he loops his arm around my waist, not letting me get too far away. He stares at my lips, whispering, "Tell me to go home."

We both know we shouldn't be doing this. Daniel would kill Xander. Father would kill Xander, then they would ship me off to a convent, but when I look into Xander's stormy eyes, I can't tell him to go.

"Stay with me, Xander." I give him a light peck on the lips.

His eyes are hooded, glossed over and guarded until he watches me lick my lips his guard shatters. "Fuck it."

He pulls my body flush against his chest. His lips are possessive. He digs his fingertips into my hips as he grips my ass, and I bite his lip in retaliation, "Don't tease me like that, Sole."

My knees dig into the marble of the front steps, and I realize I'm about to lose my virginity on the front steps of my childhood home. "Xander."

"I already gave you a way out, Sole." Xander's voice is rough, and breathless as he bruises my lips in a punishing kiss. "No backing out now."

"Xander!"

He grunts, pulling back. "Melissa," his voice is gruff and rich with lust. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I just—I can't lose my virginity on the front steps. Take me to my bedroom." Xander groans, possession clouding his features.

"Are you sure you want to do this with me, Melissa? I'm not the guy you deserve." Xander hesitates, looking me over as if I am a wounded bird, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt.

"I want you, Xander."

"Okay I'll make tonight special," he says after what seems like forever.

Without another word, he scoops me up and over his shoulder, followed by a sharp sting to my bottom. "That's for prolonging my wait."

I giggle uncontrollably as Xander massages my ass and takes the stairs two at a time, "My door is third on the left!" He smacks my ass again, "Xander!"

"That's for your fine ass being next door to your brother all these years."

I playfully punch his toned back, yelling for him to put me down, but it's like trying to fight a mountain. Once we enter my room he throws me onto my king size bed. I pull my robe off and sink into the comforter.

I watch Xander lick his lips as he unbuckles his belt. I regret not wearing underwear to bed tonight, because I can feel my slickness drip between my thighs. I cross my legs, trying to get some friction, but Xander tisks at me. "Are you hiding from me?"

He places one knee on the bed and takes his shirt off with one hand. His eyes never leave mine. I can't help but feel a flutter in my stomach as he starts to undress. His muscles glisten in the dim light, and I can almost taste the skin I'm about to touch.

Like a predator stalking his prey he slowly crawls up the bed until he reaches my ankle. Xander wraps his hand around my ankle and when I think he's going to kiss up my leg, he pulls me down underneath him. I shriek and he laughs.

Xander grins as he reaches up, gently caressing my face with his calloused hands. His breath feathers over my face, and he trails his hands down and over my pebbling nipples. I arch my back desperately, following the trail of his fingertips. He grins devilishly, playing me like a harp. His eyes fill with hunger as he dips his hands into my shorts.

"Fuck, Mel, you're soaked." He gently spreads my legs wider, his fingers teasing the edge of my sex, slippery from my arousal. I moan as he dips one finger between my folds, teasing my opening. "Shirt off."

His command is direct, as he grazes over my clit. I shoot up against him, "Now." Xander puts more pressure on my clit, and I roll against him, ripping my shirt off revealing my nipples standing at attention.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he breathes, his eyes never leaving mine as his hands cup my breasts, his thumbs gently brushing my nipples into even sharper points. I arch into his touch.

His mouth reaches my left nipple. His tongue swirls around the peak, slowly and deliberately, eliciting a shiver from my core before pulling it into his mouth and I lose control. "Shit, Xander."

"Yes, Sole. Tell me what you want." He runs his fingers through my hair, his fingers brushing over my scalp.

I arch into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer and whispering, "More, Xander. I want more."

He growls and repeats the process with the other nipple, biting, twisting, and tugging until I am gasping for breath.

My body is on fire, mounting with desire as he continues his assault on my clit with his small, diligent circles. His movements feel too good, and I squirm away from him, but he releases my nipple and presses his body into mine, locking me in and growling, "Don't run from me." He pulls my shorts off, spreading my legs for him.

I huff, but my response is caught in my throat as one of his fingers goes knuckle deep inside me, "Xander! God!" I grip the comforter, listening to the amused laughter as he kisses his way down from the valley of my breast down to my core.

His lips kiss my clit, "Mmm, just like honey."

Xander pulls the bead into his mouth and I scream out. No one has ever touched me there, let alone kissed me there. The sensation is unbelievable. I can't run away again, so I grind on his face, searching for more. Xander's moans vibrate against my center, and I feel the pressure building.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull him even closer and he tongue-fucks my entrance as he rubs my clit and I explode, shattering against him, "Good girl, Sole. You look fucking delectable when you cum."

His praise causes pleasure to rush over me, but once I come down, embarrassment creeps over my face but Xander looks at me, his lips shining with my release and a wicked grin, "My turn, Sole."