by Kari Wray
Chapter Twenty-One
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Xander's Story
I watched my father beat my mother to death. I was only five years old at the time. It's one of my first memories. I was supposed to be asleep at the time, but I always woke up whenever daddy and mom had arguments. He'd come in again, drunk as usual, and that night she accused him of having an affair. Which was when things got out of hand. I watched it all, from the top of the stairs, clutching onto the bannister out of fear. No one saw me, and I've never told anyone before now. But I know it happened. I know what I saw. I mean, people suspected it he’d killed her, but he covered it up. Smashed up the house a little, too. Told the police a burglar had broken in. And anyway, daddy was so rich, he had the whole police force in his back pocket.
Want to know the sickest part?
Turns out my mom was right - daddy was having an affair. And the girl he'd been sleeping with on the side was pregnant.
So that's when Caleb came along.
I never knew my own mom too well, but from what I remember of her, she was the kindest person I ever knew growing up.
My new step-mom never liked me. Not from day one. She was always picking favorites. When it was just us kids around - which was most of the time, what with daddy always working until late - she would always spoil Caleb with this and that, and she would give me nothing.
When we were old enough, we were sent off to private schools.
I did pretty good, but it was only Caleb who ever got praised - even though his grades were usually worse than mine.
And when daddy finally passed on, he left almost everything to Leana (that was my step-mom’s name). I was given one-hundred grand; which was only a hundredth of the full inheritance. I know a hundred thousand sounds like a lot, but that was my whole inheritance, and in business terms it’s absolutely nothing.
I had to build Glacis Inc up from scratch, Cassie.
It took me seven long years to get to where I am today. It took a great deal of skill and shrewd investments and an awful lot of blood, sweat and tears.
You know what Caleb did with his share of the inheritance? He blew it all on coke and hookers. He lived in a constant state of partying until Kelly eventually got her claws in him. Kelly’s his wife. She’s just as slippery a fish as he is. They’re made for each other in that respect. Almost every time she sees me, she tries to make a pass at me; she’d drop him in a heartbeat if a better offer came along.
And I’m so scared, Cassie, that Caleb wants you too. You see, he’s never grown up that way. He always wants what he can’t have. He always wants what’s mine. And when I saw that business card, it just brought up such a mixture of feelings and bad blood back to me - things that I’d kept buried under the surface for years.
I know it sounds so stupid, considering nothing much has even happened between us yet, and I have absolutely no right or ownership over you, Cassie, but when I saw that card fall from your breast, it was like I was seeing Caleb taking control of you, like he was throwing it right in my face - making you into an innocent pawn in the stupid game that we’ve been playing all our lives.
I know how awful I must sound.
But please, Cassie. Give me one more chance.
You’re the most important thing in my life right now. I realized that the moment I gave you up.
I want you … Cassie.
I want to be with you.
I want to be able to call you my girlfriend, my lover, and even perhaps, one day … my wife …
Chapter Twenty-Two
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A New Kind of Heat
By the time Xander had finished speaking, there were tears burning in the corners of my eyes.
"I'm so sorry," I said. “You poor man. I didn't know."
"How could you?" he said. "I didn't tell you anything. I just flew off the handle at you … Well, what do you say, Cassie? Can we start again, from this moment forth?”
“There’s something I need to tell you too,” I started.
But Xander held up his hand.
“Enough,” he said. “Enough of the past. Let’s just both start again. We’ve got histories. So what. What matters to me now is this moment right here. Just that and the future. Deal?”
“Deal,” I said, swallowing the lump that had built up in my throat.
I wanted this more than ever.
But knowing the whole story, I also knew just how hurt Xander might be if he ever found out just how far I’d gone with Caleb.
Could it really be true?
Could we really start again, free of the past?
I thought for a moment about myself - about my own life, about the decisions I’d made, about how they’d all led me up to this point, about how I had a right to my own happiness, and decided that I too should be able to start again, from this moment forward.
“I would like that more than anything in the world,” I said truthfully, reaching out across the table and gripping Xander’s warm hand in mine.
“So what do you want to do now?” he asked, a new boyish excitement in his voice. “Now that we’re staring again. We could do anything … We have the whole week …”
“But what about your business meetings?” I asked, confused. “Don’t you have work to do?”
“I cancelled them,” he grinned. “I cancelled everything. I’m sick of going to new cities and never seeing anything. This time, I want to see what London has to offer. And I want you to give me the guided tour.”
“But what if I hadn’t turned up?” I asked, smiling. “What would you have done then?”
“I’d probably have moped around on my own, feeling sorry for myself,” he said.
I laughed, almost spilling my champagne.
“So?” he continued. “Where to? The whole of this fantastic city is our oyster … Where in the whole of London do you want to take me?”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Seriously,” he replied.
“Your hotel room.”
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We were hardly through the door before we were all over each other, kissing madly, tearing at each other's clothes, our hot breath mingling together as we panted and sighed and groaned and kissed.
Tenderly yet forcefully, Xander pushed me up against the wall of the room, kissing my neck as he moved his hand firmly between my legs, cupping my sex with his hot fingers, the silky material of my thong now the only flimsy barrier between his hand and my hot wet slit.
Very slowly he tugged my panties aside, his fingers running tenderly up and down the swollen opening to my pussy, exploring me, then he shifting his attention to the tender, throbbing hood of my clit.
“God, Cassie, you’re so wet,” he murmured before kissing my neck again and I closed my eyes and gasped as he toyed with my swelling clit button, masturbating it in urgent little circles, just the way I liked it, using my own pussy juices as a lube.
Very slowly and sensuously, I began to grind myself hard against his hand. As the eager fingers of his right hand continued to toy with my sex, his left hand began running up my legs and then cupping my buttocks.
I began really grinding myself against him now, and then, all of a sudden, he dropped to his knees on the plush, white carpet so that he had brought his face level with my pussy.
"Turn around," he said.
The urgency in his voice was electric and I did exactly as I was told, turning to face the blank white wall of the hotel room, my ass only inches from his face.
His hands grabbed my hips and brought me towards him, and I felt his eager hot tongue disappear into my wet throbbing sex.
“Oh shit!” I squealed, as he began to fuck my pussy with his mouth, and I leant forwards, grabbing my own ankles for support, feeling him nuzzling greedily at my tender hole.
Then I had an idea.
“I want you too … at the same time,” I whispered, and he seemed to know exactly what I meant.
This position, the 69, was something I’d never done with anyone be
fore, and the idea of doing it for the first time with him made me especially horny.
We quickly shifted onto the plush, cream-carpeted floor, with Xander laying on his back, pulling me urgently over him. I threw my knees over his shoulders, so that my pussy and ass were right there in his face. And again I felt him sliding up my dress, tugging my thong to one side, then pulling my pussy down towards his eager mouth.
This time, his attentions focussed on my clit, as he began sucking it rhythmically, drawing it in and out of his mouth, and I gasped again, feeling my orgasm building in my body in deep electric waves.
I turned my attention to what was right there in front of me, below me: the huge bulge in his suit pants. With trembling fingers I began fumbling with his belt and zipper, tugging and yanking, until eventually I was pulling down the waistband of his white cotton briefs, freeing up his cock.
It sprung from his shorts, completely rock solid, just as large and perfectly formed as I remembered it. Every few seconds, my thoughts were interrupted with another deep wave of pleasure, as Xander continued to suck and lick at my clit, and I had to close my eyes for a moment and steady myself before coming round again, knowing my orgasm was fast approaching.
With a dizzy, swirling head, I lowered my face towards his dick, feeling the heat radiating from it as my mouth got nearer and nearer to it. With my hands planted on the floor at either side of his knees and my pussy and ass grinding hard against his face, I finally closed my lips around the head of his cock, feeling it fill my mouth up completely.
I felt my jaw ache just a little as I fitted as much of him into my mouth as I could, swirling my tongue around his throbbing, hot cock head, tasting the delicious, manly tang of his sweat and precum, feeling him groan, his tongue increasing its work on my pussy in response, his lips sucking at my clit with a renewed urgency.
“Oh fuck,” I murmured, my mouth stuffed full of his cock, as my orgasm hit.
For a moment, I lost control completely, muffled whimpers and saliva spilling from my mouth and sliding down his hot, thick tool, as I came hard against his face, his hot hands holding me firmly in place as my body bucked and trembled, my pussy squirting clear juices into his mouth and slicking down his chin.
When I was finished, I felt his head move away from me, and I focussed my attention on his cock once again, stroking the shaft and cupping his balls as I continued to suck on him, while his hot fingers shifted their attention to my asshole, toying it gently with his fingertips.
“I need to fuck you, Cassie,” he groaned and I too murmured my agreement, my mouth still full of his rock-solid cock.
I pulled it from my mouth with a slick final pop, and it looked absolutely beautiful, shining in the dim hotel lights, glittering with my saliva, the pearly pink head visibly throbbing with his heart beat. With a breathy gulp, I wondered if I would even be able to fit something so big in my pussy.
I crawled forward on my hands and knees, then stopped, thrusting my ass up high into the air, offering it to him, offering myself up to him, and behind me I could hear him tugging off his pants and cotton briefs, pulling his still-buttoned shirt roughly over his head, the buttons popping off it as he attempted to free up his toned, muscular naked body.
I glanced back over my shoulder at him for a moment, and he was just as sculpted and godlike in the flesh as I’d remembered him. His athletic body was slicked with sweat now, his bronzed skin shining in the dim lighting, his defined abs and pecs taught and rippling, his perfect cock jutting proudly away from his body, there between his thick muscular thighs, his balls tight and hairless beneath, as he brought himself towards me, looking down at the bare white ass and sopping wet pussy I was offering up to him, pure animal lust burning in his eyes.
“Fuck, Cassie, you’re beautiful,” he said, breathlessly, staring down at my fully exposed ass and pussy.
Unable to help himself, he ran the fingers of his hand between my legs for a moment, slicking the throbbing, swollen lips of my pussy with my own gooey juices, working the hot wetness into my clit, then up towards my tight little asshole, for a delicious moment slipping the tip of his finger right inside it, causing me to gasp and whimper, closing my eyes for a brief second as another illicit thrill ran through me.
He quickly grabbed a package of condoms from the nightstand and tore one open, slipping the thin, clear sheath over his cock.
Then he straightened, hunching over me, bringing the head of his cock down towards my eager, waiting cleft. I felt the head of his tool parting my pussy lips, then slipping inside, stretching me, filling me, his hot thick girth sliding all the way up inside me. It just kept going; I buried my head in the plush carpet, the pure animal groans escaping my mouth as his huge shaft now ceaselessly plundered my cunt, sliding in and out of me, faster and harder, his hands gripping my hips and my buttocks slapping against his thighs, my tits swinging freely beneath me as he had his way with me, the muscles rippling on his broad chest as he fucked me, harder and harder, using me just as he pleased, taking his pleasure from my trembling and willing flesh.
I reached between my legs and pressed my fingers to my swollen clit, and I only needed to work my hard little bean a few times before I felt another orgasm building and cresting inside me.
Xander must have felt it too, because he tensed up and then fucked me even harder, grunting and sweating, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed his hot rod deep into my pulsing sex.
“That’s it,” I squealed, “I’m gonna … I’m gonna … Oh fuck, I’m gonna come!”
And then once more my body was consumed with pure ecstasy. I trembled and bucked as the waves of pleasure swept through me, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock as I whimpered and groaned with delight.
At this Xander slipped out of me with a deep groan and he flipped me over, so that I fell onto my back, just as he brought himself over me, clutching that huge, swollen, dark pink cock of his tightly between both hands like it was a bottle of vintage champagne, his face grimacing as he tore off the condom, mere moments before his own orgasm hit him hard. With a final deep grunt, he masturbated his shaft with both hands, just once, before his cock spurted out the first in a long series of hot, thick jets, his pure white cum squirting across my breasts, the delicious warmth of it causing my flesh to tingle. And as he spurted himself onto me, I rubbed his lovely, slick fluid deep into my breasts, massaging it into my skin like a fine lotion, my body still trembling from my orgasm.
Finally, Xander collapsed forward next to me, and we came to rest like that, both lying together, tangled, on the hotel floor, trembling and shivering with our mutual pleasure, my head finding the perfect resting place on his heaving, sweaty chest and my breasts shining and gleaming with his hot white seed.
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It was a while before either of us spoke, and it was me who broke the silence.
"This is perfect," I said. I meant it. I’d never experienced anything so right in all my life before. It was like we’d been made for each other. "I wish we could just stay here forever."
"We can if you like,” Xander murmured back.
And at that moment I truly knew that he meant it. I believed him. This man, I realized, really was willing to stay with me — forever — if that was what I wanted.
I nestled in closer to him, savoring the musky warmth of his naked body, resting my cheek on his hot, tanned flesh.
Remember this moment, a stern voice inside me said, because it might not last forever.
Because as perfect as things were, I knew they couldn’t last forever. I knew that I probably hadn’t seen the last of Caleb D. Marchand, and I knew that, if things were to truly work out between Xander and I, then I would need to tell him the whole truth at some point, even though we’d agreed to start again.
But for now, I closed my eyes and lived in the present moment.
The future could wait for a little while.
Coming Soon: Caleb’s Web
Carrie Lawrence, Xander Drake, Caleb D. Marchand and Ke
lly Marchand will all return very soon in Book Two of The Drake Legacy: Caleb’s Web