XANDER: Taming The Play Boy

Chapter Nine

SAMANTHA

I pant, my c**t swells and my p***y thumps so bad I want something to calm it.

Turning my head, my nose tip brushes with Xander's.

"Open your eyes, Samantha." He demands but I keep them shut.

One, two and then he pulls his hand out of my shorts. My eyes peel open and I look at him, my lips parted and my breath shaky.

His face is serious, so serious I'm starting to wonder why he's angry, I'm the one whose supposed to be angry at him not the other way around.

"See? You're just like all the girls I've touched before. Easy."

I lift my hand and slap him hard on the cheek. My chest rises up and down but this time it's because of the anger surging through me.

"Get out." I point to the door. This time, he doesn't protest, he turns around and leaves.

I sit on my bed, running my hand over my throat and closing my eyes. Why is he such a bastard.

My p***y still thumps, I rub my thighs together but that still doesn't take away the feelings. Walking to the door and making sure that I lock it. I go back to the bed and lay down, I've never done it before, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Reaching my hand inside my shorts, I place my fingers on my c**t and do what Xander was doing, my rubbing goes fast as my pleasure intensifies.

Oh god, oh..

Faster, harder, faster.

A moan slips out of my mouth and I slap my hand over my mouth to quiet the noises. My body shuffles restlessly as I reach the brink of o****m. I moan into my hand, eyes flash behind my closed lids, Xander. And then I finally come.

My body falls flat on the bed and my hand slips from my mouth. I'm breathing heavily while trying to catch my breath when a ping on my phone pulls me out of the clouds. Thinking it's Kim finally replying, I open the text and read.

"Thanks for the little show."

I frown, I didn't read the name before opening the text. It's from Xander. Realization seeps into my brain.

Just at your bedroom window was what my mom said. I look to the side and sure enough, out my window, I can see a figure moving from the other house's window.

Shit!

I quickly get off the bed and shut my window and slide the curtains closed.

He's such a p*****t.

* * * *

Noah pulls me into a corner and places his lips to mine, I kiss him back with the same urgency. He was right, the first kiss was nothing compared to the ones we've been sharing lately, it's been a week and we've been doing this every time we get the chance. Noah's lips come to my neck where he nibbles and kisses. I crane my head back to give him more access and he wraps his hands around my thighs, lifting me up. My legs go around his waist and I pull his face up by my grip in his hair, slamming my lips on his. The kiss is hard, fast and so f*****g hot it makes my core tingle.

I feel his hard d**k press against my cotton panties and I moan softly.

We've been dancing around this territory for three days now, Noah and I have been friends for a long time, we don't see the need to pretend that he doesn't like s*x a lot and that I've been wanting to experience it for a very long time.

"Can I touch you?" He asks between kisses."

The opposite of Xander, Xander doesn't ask, he just takes, because he knows I want him, but with Noah, he's still holding back, not wanting to make mistakes that might ruin our friendship and carefree make out sessions.

Don't think about Xander. Don't go there.

"Yeah," I answer breathlessly between kisses.

His hand comes to the front of my skirt and he rubs my c**t over my panties. My head throws back and my lips part, his mouth comes to my throat, peppering kisses there.

He slides my panties to the side and dips one lean long fingers inside me and a low moan leaves my mouth. He adds another and curls them, then he finger f***s me until I come.

I'm breathing hard and so is he. He slides me down his body and my shaky feet hit the ground.

"Well s**t, I can't believe we just did that here." He smirks and I smile at him, fixing my hair.

"Yup, me neither." I flatten my skirt and he reaches his hand out to the back of my neck, kissing me one last time.

"No falling in love?" He smiles.

"No falling in love." I wink at him and we make our way down the empty hallway without a care in the world that we are late.

"Uh," he pause when we reach the classroom door.

"What?" I turn to face him.

"I'll just go to the bathroom and finish myself off."

I look down to his pants and his d**k is hard. I bite my bottom lip and smile.

"Well, I wish I could help but-"

"Nah, it's okay. Go ahead."

I smile with a nod and watch him go down the other way to the boys bathroom, then I push the door and enter the quiet classroom.

"Miss Green." The teacher sighs.

"Sorry." I whisper.

* * * *

Xander and I have been acting like complete strangers around each other whether in the cafe sitting at the same table, or any other places where we are forced to hang out together because of our mutual friends. Kim and Brandon are now a serious thing in secret. I just dread the day she'll have to tell Ronan about it, I can bet all my money that it's going to be an explosive world war four.

I rub my temples with my fingers. Today was quite a day. My mind takes me to places I don't want to go. Xander pulls Jessy onto his lap and then they eat eachother's faces. Or the stupid remarks he kept making about all girls being the same, a low jab at me about the other night. I never thought it was possible to love and hate someone at the same time.

I unlock my phone to check if Noah responded to my message but there's nothing. I open i********: and scroll through to pass time, then I go to the notifications and my lips part in shock.

@XanderSmith requested to follow you.

I go to reject but then think through and hit accept. I'm about to turn my data off when he inboxes me. This time, my jaw almost hits the floor in utter shock.

Xander just sent me a d**k pic. I click the screen off and count to three. I'll just ignore him, if he does it one more time, I will block his ass.

I bite my pinky finger, my mind and body fighting to take the phone.

Oh for f***s sake.

I pick up the phone but instead of deleting the picture like I told myself to, I end up staring at it. His d**k is big, huge even. It's long and hard with angry veins popping on the sides. He was hard when he took it. Wait... It that... I zoom in and for sure there's a ring on the side just underneath his crown. His d**k is pierced?

I think about the last steamy movie I just watched, the guy's d**k was pierced and the girl couldn't stop talking about how good it felt inside her everything he hit her g-spot with the cool metal. That movie really made me horny because it had so many s*x scenes.

If he thinks I'll send him a pic of my coochie, then he's damn wrong because again, I'm not like his girls. Not all girls are the same like he puts it out all the time.

Me: p*****t. Do it again and I'll block you.

He reads my message but doesn't reply.

I eye my laptop, the temptation too much. Leaving my phone on the bed, I open the movie again and curiosity only gets the better of me.