He urges me to tell him and I explain that with Austin and Xander being cousins, I feel really guilty for kind of coming between them.
He reassures me:
‘Clary, I love Austin but he needs to accept that I am in love with you and that’s non negotiable. We both fell for you without knowing: we had talked about being into a girl here but without going into specifics, so we had no idea that we were talking about the same girl. And you didn’t know that we were related. You were getting to know each of us and if he wants to be mad at you or me about it, it’s his choice. You don’t need to be concerned. These things have a way to fix themselves. You just wait.’
Xander is absolutely my rock: he always knows what to say to make everything better and sometimes I can’t believe it that when I met him, a couple of weeks ago I detested him.
‘Wanna play with dangerous, pointy things, my little Katniss?’
He smirks.
We get bow and arrows and we don’t get very far because every imaginary mistake I make, every target I hit, every annoying bullseye he hits, it’s an excuse to kiss me or touch me.
I jokingly argue that I am not learning anything and I want my money back, when a loud thunder, followed by lightning breaks the quiet and hazy afternoon.
For a short moment it’s like if nature had stopped to watch: not a sound, not a movement. Every tree stands still with no breeze moving the foliage, every bird or bug is gone and everything is eerily quiet.
I smell that earthy, wet scent that is an unmistakable sign of rain and I have to admit that it’s a smell that I really like.
Then one huge, cold drop of water lands in front of me: for a second it seems like it’s a solitary raindrop but before we have a chance to put away all the gear we were using, we find ourselves under a torrential downpour.
The rain comes down violently and noisily and thunder and lightning accompany it to make the storm a force to be reckoned with.
Lake Emerald’s forest is so green and lush because of the abundant rain fall and in the summer it isn’t uncommon to have storms like this one.
Sometimes they last only a few hours, sometimes up to a day or two and even if we have lots of paved paths in the resort, if the rain lasts for more than one night, walking around can be slippery and dangerous and we have instructions to find shelter and wait the storm out.
Xander grabs my hand and shouts, to be heard over the storm:
‘My cabin is the nearest place to go. Can you walk or do you need help?’
I tell him I’m fine but he decides to carry me.
‘I don’t want to take chances after you twisted your ankle the other day. Hold onto my neck.’
I tuck my face against the crook of his neck, inhaling that sexy scent of sandalwood and amber and before I know, he deposits me on the porch of his cabin and ushers me in: we are both drenched, hair, clothes, soaked through.
The staff cabins are different than the guests ones but of course they are still very nice because most of the staff is made up by former guests and everyone is somehow connected to the alumni who own camp, it’s so exclusive that paying the fees to attend doesn’t secure you a spot, there’s a full application process in place.
So, while the guest cabins have two bedrooms that are shared by 4 guests in total, the staff cabins have two bedrooms which are private to each occupant and a communal area and a shared bathroom.
We are alone in the cabin: the other bedroom’s door is open and obviously empty.
‘You know, it sounds crazy but I never asked you who’s your roommate...’
‘Joel.’
‘Oh... you guys know each other quite well, right? I recall him introducing you around the first night...’
‘Yes, we are childhood friends. Our moms have been best friends since before we were born and for a while we were next door neighbours. He’s my oldest friend. Why?’
I shrug and when his gaze stays on me, I fess up:
‘Look, don’t make a big deal out of this because it’s in the past but I used to have a monumental crush on Joel. He just really never even noticed me. I don’t think he had ever even spoken one word to me before this year. I guess he saw me as a kid... Kind of like I used to be with Logan until last year.’
He looks at me without saying anything for a long moment and then he asks:
‘Baby, don’t take this the wrong way but I need to know if you have still feelings for Joel...’
I shake my head immediately:
‘Feelings is a strong word. It was more of a crush because of his looks. I don’t really know him, to be honest. And I had no idea about love, and now I can tell you with certainty that I just found him handsome. I don’t really think I like the way he acts...’
Xander surprisingly defends him.
‘He’s not a bad guy, Clary. I admit if you don’t know him it might seem that way but... My girlfriend definitely has a type... He looks not too dissimilar from Logan...’
He’s smirking again and I think about it for a second:
‘I suppose. Even though Logan looks more like Chris Hemsworth in Thor, while Joel is more like a young Brad Pitt...’
He laughs.
‘I see you have put some thought into this...’
I give him a playful slap on a shoulder.
‘Don’t be all jelly now... You have no idea how much I fancy you...’
His smirk grows wider.
‘Hmm... How much is that? I think you need to elaborate and even better, demonstrate...’
‘Well, if you’d like a comparison to Hollywood actors, you are stuck right in between Matt Lanter and Paul Walker. And that means incredibly hot. First kiss worthy at the very least...’
He takes my hand and smiles while showing me to his bedroom and closing the door behind him.
‘I think that was the right answer: you just won a kiss.’
‘Just a kiss?’
I whisper when his lips are at a breath of distance from mine.
‘Several, it all depends on how well you play your cards...’
He closes the distance between us and slants his lips onto mine: his kiss hot against my cold skin, our chests close, his arms around me.
His mouth is so warm that it makes me shiver and he breaks the kiss for a moment.
‘Oh, baby, you are ice cold. I’m sorry, I’m such a bad boyfriend...’
‘No, you are perfect: your lips are warm, they are all I need...’
I kiss him and open my mouth for him and while his tongue caresses mine for a few moments, he pauses again and says:
‘You are a little icicle, you are going to catch something and then I will have to nurse you back to health rather then go ahead with my plan of doing really, really wicked sexy things to you... So I think to warm you up, we should get you out of these wet clothes...’
His fingers start undoing my shirt’s buttons and I smile at him.
‘Oh, I see, you are one smooth operator! You are taking my clothes off out of concern for my own health...’
He kisses my cheek, his fingers continuing to open my shirt.
‘Well, I am genuinely trying to get you out of these wet clothes to avoid you catching a chill, if you want some warm pjs or if I should use my body heat to warm you up, is entirely up to you...’
He whispers with a fire in those incredible turquoise eyes.
‘I vote body heat...’
I say as he unfastens the last button and his lips find my neck.
‘I was hoping you’d choose that option...’
He moans against my neck and on his way down to my shoulder.
‘I... It’s scientifically proven that body heat is most effective against hypothermia...’
I pant.
‘Hmm, you are one smart...’
He finally opens my shirt and stops breathless: I am wearing a turquoise green alter bra entirely made of lace.
‘Oh, sweet Jesus! Please don’t tell me that this bra comes with a matching...’
I undo my skirt and let it fall on the floor, revealing a lace matching Brazilian thong (which covers more than a g-string).
Xander gasps taking in the underwear set I chose thinking about him.
‘Baby, this is the sexiest, most beautiful...’
I step closer to him and touch his rock hard abs under his damp t-shirt, lifting the garment off his skin and over his head and throwing it on the floor in a heap with my own wet clothes.
Next, my hands fly onto his belt and his shorts soon follow the rest of our clothes onto the floor.
Xander’s body is utter perfection in his navy blue boxer briefs: broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips and hard, chiselled muscle everywhere, tanned, smooth skin. He’s about 6 ft tall, so a good 3 inches shorter than Logan but he’s just as fit and toned while not being as buff and big.
His hands reach the small of my back while he kisses me deeply, without rushing and guides me towards the queen sized bed in the middle of the room.
We climb under the covers and we lie down sideways, facing each other.
He hugs me onto him for a long moment to warm me up, the skin on skin contact and his scent making me feel warm and safe.
His hands aren’t as smooth as Logan’s, they have just a hint of roughness which I know comes from all the sports he plays, especially wind surf.
That roughness though feels heavenly when his hands run up and down my body, in an effort to warm me up but also to feel me up.
He kisses me with an urgent determination, while one of his hands cups one of my boobs and his touch through the thin lace sends a jolt of electricity everywhere but the immediate effect is that it makes my nipple harden against his palm.
My breathing gets faster and I start feeling the muscles on his back, scooting closer to him and causing our whole fronts to come into contact.
‘Clary...’
He moans against my mouth while his other hand finds one of my buttocks and starts playing with the edge of my panties there, touching my skin under the lace.
My body is humming with all sorts of pleasant feelings and when I feel him getting hard against the side of my crotch, I feel that wetness starting to happen and I grab his biceps to help me push myself closer to him.
‘Xander...’
‘Baby... Do I need to stop?’
He pants breaking the trail of kisses he was delivering to my neck and shoulders.
‘Oh for heaven‘s sake, don’t you dare stop! Please tell me there’s a plan here, because if you do stop, I think I might die...’
He hugs me tighter.
‘Do you trust me, Clary?’
‘With my life but now swear you won’t stop.’
I plead biting his bottom lip.
‘Baby, if at any time you want to stop or what I’m doing doesn’t feel good, I need you to tell me and I swear I won’t get upset...’
‘Kiss me, please. There’s nothing you’ve ever done to me that didn’t feel good...’
‘Clary, I love you...’
He says against my lips, one of his hands sneaking inside my bra and tracing the side of my boob, moving gradually towards my nipple and then pinching it between two fingers.
That makes me gasp and sends one of those squeezing, clenching jolts to my core.
I try to move my hips nearer to his but he keeps me still and shifts me on my back while his body is still sideways but now partially lying on me.
He gives me some light, slow kisses that make my lips feel warm and tingly and then his other hand starts descending from my clavicle to my chest, down to my waist until it stops for a bit on my stomach.
His lips have travelled to my ear and he breaths on me:
‘How are you?’
I meet his lips with mine for a deep kiss and then say that I feel really good.
His hand starts moving from my stomach downwards on top of the lacey underwear and stops on one side where the seam of my underwear uncovers my thighs.
He tickles softly the side of my thigh, skimming up to my hip and then back down on the inside of my thigh.
Then his hand swipes lightly on my centre, still atop the lace of my underwear.
It goes upwards and the feeling of pleasure it leaves behind makes me tighten my thighs and clench up with a gasp.
His lips trail down my neck to my boob and stop in place of his hand to close around my nipple once, twice and then sucking lightly on it.
That feels almost too good and a moan escapes from me, my breathing speeding up.
His mouth alternates between light swipes of his tongue and sucking and the feeling is way too good to describe.
Now one of his hands is holding gently on my waist while the other one is at the side hem on my panties again but this time, it sneaks inside my underwear to find my smooth, hairless skin.
Now it’s Xander’s turn to gasp and his eyes glow looking into mine for a second while he whispers with his mouth still around my nipple:
‘Clary, you will be the death of me...’
For once in my life, I am unable to come up with anything to say and I look at him with my lips slightly open and an almost unbearable anticipation of what he’s about to do to me.
His fingers move towards my centre and when they find it they start stroking very lightly at it in an up and down motion at first and I feel a bit embarrassed because he can certainly feel my wetness.
He uses it to coat the tip of his fingers and slide against my flesh more easily and his movements start to become circular and I feel like I am on fire but in a very good way.
My centre is warm, I start becoming more wet and that tingling, pleasant feeling starts becoming more intense.
My breathing starts coming in short, laboured gasps and he seems to know how good he’s making me feel because he increases the pressure of his finger and that causes a moan to escape my lips.
He keeps touching me in the same spot, where there’s a little ball of flesh that is becoming more and more sensitive, radiating pleasure everywhere, making it hard to breathe and cancelling everything else around me except the movement of his fingers and how good that spot feels.
For a second it almost feels too much, it’s so good that it almost hurts, all I feel is that little spot of my body tightening and the rest of my muscles clenching and tensing everywhere in my body.
‘Xander...’
I moan and he doesn’t stop touching me but whispers in my ears.
‘Yes, baby. Let go for me, please...’
And then for a second the whole world stops: my breathing stops until a massive wave washes over me and that nub of flesh he’s been rubbing and stroking starts pulsating which each wave of unbearable, intense pleasure.
For a moment everything else disappears, I see white, I don’t know if my eyes are open or closed, I only know that he’s still touching me there and kissing my neck which adds to the feeling.
Those waves spread everywhere, up to my fingers and toes and as they gradually fade, they leave me with the most pleasant, tingling numbness.
My breathing slowly goes back to normal and Xander takes his hand out of my panties and holds me tight in his arms.
‘Oh, my god.’
I gasp when I can finally speak again.
‘That was incredible: wow!’
He smiles, looking into my eyes and he looks happy but his eyes are dark, still full of excitement and I feel him hard and throbbing against my hip.
I shift slightly in his arms so I can look better into his eyes and I say:
‘Well, now I believe I was promised some guidance into pleasing you...’
He strokes my jaw, gently and his voice is a little lower than normal when he says that I don’t have to.
‘Oh, but I want to, more than anything else. I want to make you feel the way you just made me feel... And of course I can just go ahead and try but you need to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t because I have never done this.’
He closes his eyes.
‘I just want
you to know that I won’t be mad if you don’t...’
‘I love you Xander. Please, help me make you feel good...’
He nods and kisses me passionately and intensely, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.
My hands start traveling down, under the covers, feeling his pecs, his toned and sculpted abs and then touching that tender skin under his belly button, where the fabric of his underwear begins.
‘That feels so nice...’
He says with his eyes closed but I take my hand down and feel his hardness through his underwear.
I stroke him with a downwards movement and he gasps.
‘Oh...’
I ask him if it’s all right and he nods, his eyes fixed on mine.
So I stroke him the same way a couple more times and his breathing rate goes up a notch, his gorgeous chest raising and falling visibly.
His boxer briefs have little buttons at their opening and I unfasten them one by one until I can slide my hand in his pants and touch his skin.
He’s warm, like I expected but his skin there is like nothing I have ever touched before: it’s taut because of the hardness but the top part, the one that feels almost heart shaped is the smoothest, softest skin I have ever touched in my entire life.
When I wrap my hand around him, I feel him harden even more in my grasp and that gives me a thrill and makes the skin he has just touched between my legs tighten a bit in response.
But I want this to be about him, so I ignore my greedy body and start moving my hand up and down his entire length, enjoying the feel of him and listening for his breathing which is now coming in shorter, sharper gasps.
‘Am I doing OK?’
I ask him and he nods and when he speaks, his voice comes out huskier than normal:
‘You are doing great... You need to stop now if you don’t want me to...’
I tighten my grip on him and give him a slower, more deliberate stroke first downwards and then going back up. I repeat the same movement a few times and his breathing speeds up even more.
‘Baby, seriously, are you sure you want to... I’m really close...’
I kiss his neck and I increase the rhythm of my movements until I hear him groan and I feel his pleasure gushing in my hand, warm and silky.
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