Page 21 of Wicked Lies Grow Wildflowers
“I would rather not, there isn’t much to tell. I’m an only child, my dad left when I was young, and my mother and I don’t have a relationship. She’s just not a great person,” I confess. More than I gave him last time but still vague enough.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I glance at him and his eyes look a little sad.
“Enough about me and my family dynamics. What about yours?” Is his upbringing as fucked as mine was? Unlikely judging by his reaction to mine.
“I have a brother, two years older than me. My mom and dad are still together, and I had a normal childhood. Dad was a teacher and Mom was a nurse. Both are now retired and live in Florida.” Okay, perfect, he has a normal family and I have abandonment issues and probably some PTSD from the narcissistic abuse I grew up with. I can’t help but feel a littlejealous, and now a bit more worried to share just how fucked up my mother really is.
“That actually sounds really nice.” And I mean it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
XANDER
I wassurprised and more than a little happy when Maeren called me asking if I’d come over. I, of course, said yes and dropped everything I was doing—I’d be a fool not to. She’s willingly pursuing me now, which makes me feel less ashamed of all of the stalking considering it’s paying off. What started as a guilty pleasure is becoming something real.
She’s got me watching some ridiculous teenage vampire movie and I’m not even pissed about it. The way she’s curled into me would have me watching commercials without complaint. When the credits come up I don’t want to leave, so I ask her to play the sequel instead.
“Can we watch the next one tonight, too?” I’ll watch every fucking movie in the series just so I can keep her this close to me.
“Really?! You want to watch the second one?!” she squeals, and it’s one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard.
“Yes, I do,” I laugh into her hair and pull her closer.
When the opening scene starts, I begin to rub the arm I have wrapped around her along her hip. I slide my palm under her shirt and feel her silky smooth skin, resting it just above the waistband of her pants, testing the waters. She’s practically inmy lap already, so I pull her between my legs and have her facing the TV.
She smells so sweet as I lean down to kiss her neck. She tilts her head to the side to give me better access and I run my free hand under her shirt and up to her bra, tracing the lace band with my fingertips before palming her breast. I squeeze it as I run my tongue along the shell of her ear, making her shudder.
I’m hard as a rock right now and would do anything to make it go away, but I want to please her first, it’s what any respectable house guest would do. I slip my hand from her hip and into her pants, pausing for a second just underneath the fabric to make sure she’s comfortable. When she doesn’t protest, I run my fingers over her panties, feeling the wetness that’s already soaking through. Hungry little thing, she is.
I pull her face to mine and crush my mouth to hers, hungrily sucking her tongue, reveling in the taste. I pull her panties to the side and work my fingers under them. She’s absolutely drenched for me already. The thought of her being so ready with want for me makes my cock twitch inside of my jeans. I stroke her with a single finger, teasing her entrance before plunging it inside of her. She’s moaning and mewling against my mouth as I steadily pump in and out before adding a second finger, which elicits a louder moan. Music to my fucking ears.
I continue to work her, loving how her body responds to my touch. “You like this, don’t you?” I taunt.
“Mmm,” she moans.
I stop moving my fingers and her eyes flick open, looking confused that I stopped. “Answer me. Yes or no? Do you like how it feels to have my fingers inside of your needy little pussy?”
“Y-yes,” she stammers, breathless.
“That’s a good girl. I bet you’d like my tongue on you too. Wouldn’t you?”
“Uh, umm…” She trails off.
“What’s the matter?”
“I—uh. I’ve actually never… well, no one’s ever done that to me before,” she confesses. Those words are a fucking symphony to my ears.
“No one’s ever eaten this sweet pussy of yours?” I’m incredulous as she shakes her head. “Good. I’m honored to be the first. Lay down on your back,” I command. Knowing no one’s ever had her like this sends a wave of possessiveness over me.
She looks like a deer in headlights but she complies, climbing off my lap to lay back on the couch. I prop myself above her and move my kiss from her lips, down her neck, and across her collarbone. I rip her shirt over her head and unsnap her bra, setting her tits free. I take a perfectly pink, peaked nipple into my mouth and suck, twisting the other, which draws a sharp hiss from her lips.
I switch to the other and devote the same amount of attention to it, snaking my hand back into her panties and my fingers inside of her. I lick down her stomach and when I make it to the waistband of her pants, I pull them off, spreading her glistening pink pussy wide open for me.
She’s beautiful, spread for me like this—my own personal feast to devour however I please. I throw her legs over my shoulders and dive in, dragging my tongue up her seam.
“Oh myGod!” she shouts. She should know better; God isn’t in the room with us, it’s just me and her.
“There’s no one here but me and you right now. You can call me God if you’d like to, though.”
