Wrecked

by H. P. Landry

  “Jeez, you’re making me nervous. What’s up?” I bit my lip and waited for him to say something, but his hypnotic stare had me breathless. He just stared, and I started to get hot because I didn’t understand what was going on.

  “Did you really think that avoiding the inside of this house was going to stop me from wanting you?” What the? I swallowed hard and nodded my head silently. “Mylie, when are you going to learn that your presence alone is like a drug? I count the minutes until I get to have my next hit, and you’re clearly becoming my addiction.”

  “I, —I don’t know what to say,” I whispered with a trickle of fear. I couldn’t look into his eyes any further.

  He bent forward, and his hot breath was against my neck. My breath was lodged in my chest, and his full lips grazed my right ear, and with his deep timbre he whispered.

  “Let me say what I have to say. You are mine, and you want me. I can tell by the perk of your nipples and the clenching of your thighs. You want me, but you’re scared, and I won’t have that. I will have you, and when I do, you will regret denying me my pussy because it is mine.”

  His hand trailed my thigh into the apex of my sex and gripped as the palm of his hand pressed the seam directly to the most sensitive part of my body.

  “Are we clear?”

  FUCK! I was right; it wasn’t good. It was fucking hot!

  Damien

  I looked through my office window just in time to see Mylie, as she walked hand in hand with him, Xavier. Her brilliant blue eyes twinkled with mischief, a side of her I had never seen before. From the corner of her eye she saw me watching through the window, and her body tensed, but she quickly tried to replace her smile.

  Xavier turned to see what she had seen. His eyes narrowed, and he turned to look into her eyes as he slowly pulled his hand up and caressed her face. He held her chin tightly and spoke to her. Her eyes widened as she tried to shake her head vehemently, but he smiled which only made my skin crawl. This wasn’t right.

  He whispered in her ear, and I saw as she swallowed and did a slight nod. He kissed her cheek, and then he turned her around as he placed a hand in the small of her back. I watched Mylie, but I felt like spectator who watched a prisoner who walked to his or her own execution. The uneasiness lingered with each step she took through the lush campus. Once again, I had pushed her into his arms, and the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach made me heave into my trashcan.

  Dear God, please let me be wrong.

  “Damien! Are you all right?” I looked up to see Andrea rush towards me, but I quickly raised a hand to deter her. She abruptly stopped and sighed, “Are you seriously still upset about yesterday?”

  “After what I just saw Andrea, it’s safe to say I am fucking livid! She—,” I tried to compose myself, but she rolled her eyes and sashayed to the window.

  “Dear Lord, you’re jealous? That is just pitiful.” She threw her hands in the air and walked to the chair in front of my desk. Her black pencil skirt showed her thigh high stockings, and her red stilettos bobbed furiously as she shook her crossed leg.

  “It’s not jealousy Andrea. There is something wrong with that guy; I can feel it, and your little stunt pushed her into his arms.”

  “Who is the guy anyway?” She casually looked at her red manicured nails that matched her lips. The woman was the epitome of pin up M.I.L.F. if ever there was such a thing.

  “Xavier Bane.”

  “Oh, well, isn’t that interesting, my daughter dates his brother. He is an American all- around good -doer, what could possibly make you feel any other way but jealous?”

  “Jesus Andrea! It isn’t fucking jealousy, something is off!”

  “God! Relax Damien. Fine! I will look into it, okay?”

  “Why would you do that?” I narrowed my eyes.

  “Jeez, paranoid much? Should something happen to her then it would be just as much my fault as it is yours. Call it a show of good faith if you will.”

  “Thank you Andrea.” I was sincerely grateful because I knew there would be no way I could find out the details in the same way she could.

  “I should thank you darling,” she purred.

  “Why?”

  “You silly man,” she laughed, “because I’d have to get intel. from my sexy, wrong- side- of- the- tracks, clit violator, that’s why.”

  The mischief and excitement in her eyes reminded me of our playtime, and it instantly made me hard. She got up, and I watched her firm ass as she walked toward the door of my office, but I had to know.

  “Who?”

  “Malory.”

  She looked over her shoulder and winked. Andrea sauntered into the hall where a group of freshman stared as she walked down the marble floor. They were doomed and so was my hard on.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Mylie

  This was a feeling I had never felt before: scared and horny. He pushed me into the faculty bathroom. I was breathing rapidly, and I was afraid but excited. How did that even work? I recalled what Xavier said after I saw Damien, “Did you share my pussy?” I had shaken my head furiously because I hadn’t, but the pounding in my ears made me mute. Xavier smiled, and my heart skipped a beat.

  Dear Lord, what does that smile mean?

  “I think I need to check. Would you like me to check Mylie?”

  My mind screamed No! but my body betrayed me. I felt my sex tingle with excitement. I just nodded.

  He kissed my cheek and whispered, “Turn around Mylie and walk.”

  The sound of Xavier’s quiet breathing and the faint click of the door lock brought me back to the present. “Take off your shorts slowly.”

  I froze in place. Jesus was this about to happen? Here!

  “Do as you’re told Mylie.”

  Shit!

  I slowly unbuckled my brown leather belt, and then unbuttoned my shorts. I looked up to see Xavier’s fiery stare and felt a sense of empowerment come over my body. I bit my lip and unzipped my shorts and slowly pulled them down my hips, just enough to let them fall around my ankles with my eyes still locked on him.

  “Sit at the edge of the sink and spread your legs.”

  I walked slowly to the sink while my mind was racing, a barrage of screaming voices that all unanimously said, what in the fuck are you doing Mylie!

  I closed my eyes, but once again my body ignored the voices. I obediently pressed my ass against the cold granite as my hands gripped the edge and pushed my body firmly on top of the sink. I scooted forward slightly but held my legs together.

  My heartbeat was rapid and erratic, while it simultaneously synced with the throbbing between my legs. I peered up through the fringe of my dark lashes, and I watched as Xavier licked his full lips, his eyes ablaze with desire. I slowly parted my legs and watched as he let go a breath I didn’t know he had held but then he gave a wicked smile.

  No man has ever seen my vagina, but I couldn’t deny how much I loved his eyes as he devoured the very sight, and that instantly made me wet with want.

  “Open your eyes Mylie.”

  I did as I was told and looked down between my thighs, past the golden strands of his hair into Xavier’s penetrating eyes, as my bottom lip began to tremble. He kept his eyes locked on me. He slowly stood up and with the pad of his thumb pressed against my lip.

  “Don’t be afraid, baby.”

  His gentleness calmed the fear that plagued my mind, and he slowly kissed my mouth. I felt his tongue pass through my lips and tasted his sweetness. I pulled his face towards me and ravished his mouth. He groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair, plunging the kiss into an all- out passion-ridden war between our lips as my legs locked around his narrow waist. I felt his hardness press against my sex, and my body was screaming MORE but my head was saying STOP!

  He pulled my head back and exposed my neck as his lips nibbled and sucked. I panted with desire, and the throbbing worsened. I tightened my legs and grinded my aching sex against his hardness. With a swift movement, Xavier pulled my spa
ghetti tank top off and threw it against the wall. His breath caught when he saw I had gone braless, the slight frown between his brows alerted me to a change in Xavier.

  “Tsk tsk Mylie. You’ve been very naughty. Walking around campus without panties, which I would’ve let go, but braless, too.” Shit! The fear had returned. “Did you think that I would be okay with that?”

  His mouth trailed kisses down my décolletage and latched onto my right breast as he ravished and sucked my nipple. A moan escaped my lips, which only enhanced his attack as he started on my next breast while his fingertips rolled my nipple. His ministrations sent a ripple of fire that directly connected to the most sensitive part of my body.

  “More,” I pleaded with him as my body had longed betrayed my protests. Yes, I wanted him! I needed to feel him.

  “We have time baby.”

  He unlocked my legs, and I groaned which only made him smile more wickedly. He dropped down directly in front of my sex and slowly parted my wet lips, exposing my concealed swollen nub. He gently blew air, and it literally made me whimper because I have never felt such want in all my life. His hot breath came closer, and I lifted ass to meet his mouth, but he pulled away.

  “Stay still.”

  My urge to protest overwhelmed me, but I knew if I did I would put off what I wanted most. I obediently sat still which only elicited a smile from his mouth and once again his lips came closer,

  “Do you want me to lick my pussy?” he asked teasingly. Oh just lick it already!

  My mind was screaming while the throbbing had overwhelmed all sense, and I nodded.

  “I can’t hear you Mylie,” his mouth was mere centimeters away and the heat from his breath sent even more tingles.

  “Yes,” I barely whispered. I watched mesmerized as his lips slowly parted and… A knock on the door stopped him. NO! My mind roared as a groan escaped Xavier. I saw as he mentally debated, but there was another knock, and he quickly pulled my clothes together and threw them to me. I quickly dressed. When he saw I was dressed, he opened the door, but there was no one there.

  Are you kidding me? Ugh!

  “Don’t worry babe, we’ll finish later.” He sinfully winked.

  Damien

  I knew she would be here soon, and I didn’t know how this would work. She hated me, yet we had one semester to work together. I could take the easy way out and simply talk to her when I needed to and have her work ready.

  Yes, that could definitely work and––. A knock on the door announced she had arrived, and I took a deep breath.

  “Come in.”

  The door opened only partially, and I saw Xavier whispering in her ear. She giggled and then playfully pushed him away, which only caused him to wrap his arm around her small waist. She gradually rose on the balls of her feet in her brown gladiator sandals and gave him a slow lingering kiss. I tried to look away, but I was the victim of my own doing. He smacked her ass playfully and whispered something in her ear as she blushed and smiled sweetly.

  The rush of jealousy filled every cell of my body, and I felt unhinged and angry, but this wasn’t her fault. It was my own, so I pushed it down and waited. She pushed the door wider and that was when Xavier saw me standing there as she walked into the office.

  “Mylie, remember what I said earlier.” Her eyes widened, and I watched as her cheeks turned a lovely shade of crimson. “We’ll finish what we started later.”

  Her mouth hung open, and he smirked my way. The show was for my benefit, a pissing contest of sorts, and it only fueled the once buried rage. I gave him my best are you serious look, but really thought game on mother fucker.

  “Mylie do not forget we have a staff meeting at three o’clock this afternoon that all personnel and teacher’s aides are required to go to. They will go over the standards and expectations of the school, and we will review their handbook.” I tossed the book towards her side of the desk, which made a satisfactory thump as it landed. “We’ll be there a while.”

  I smirked as Xavier stomped down the hall. I looked back to Mylie who had her hands on her hips glaring at me. Aw, fuck me.

  “Did you really have to do that?”

  “What,” I feigned innocence and simply shrugged.

  “You know damn well there isn’t a meeting, and you did that just piss him off,” she mumbled under her breath, “which I will have to pay for later.”

  “Does he hit you?” I stood up from my desk as my chair slammed against the wall. “I’ll kill him.”

  She threw up her hands and yelled, “No! He does not hit me! Relax.” The girl had me deranged and acting irrational. “He would never hit me. How could you even think I would let someone do that?”

  “Your track record against attacks isn’t too reassuring, sweetheart.” I heard the slap before I could stop it from happening, and I knew I deserved it. It still stung, but I just glowered and said nothing.

  “Jesus! What’s wrong with you?” We both turned around to see Andrea.

  She glared at Mylie with such ferocity that I thought it would knock me on my ass. Then she quickly gave me the same look. “Damien, you have no right to talk to anyone that way. I don’t care about your history, but I will be damned if you talk to this girl like this again.” Not only was I shocked, but Mylie apparently was as well. She stood with her mouth agape, a wide-eyed expression, turned towards Andrea, and that only solidified that I was brash asshole.

  “I apologize Mylie. I may have spoken out of --,”

  “Oh save the bullshit!" Andrea said exasperated, stalking out of the office and slamming the door shut.

  “Oh God. I am so sorry Damien. Shit!”

  She collapsed on the chair, and her body quaked with silent sobs. Her caramel hair cascaded over her soft porcelain skin while glistening wet trails fell over the curves of her rosy cheeks, the salty tears resting only when they crept into her full cherry lips. I watched the woman I loved with every fiber of my being break down, and I couldn’t resist the urge to hold her.

  The wall that we had put up over the months no longer mattered because she needed me as much as I needed her. I walked briskly around the mahogany desk only to stop when I stood before her. She peered up with red-rimmed blue eyes and a trembling bottom lip. I could no longer deny my love for Mylie, and I pulled her up into my embrace where she finally released her pain and cried her heart out. The cruel reality was, I never wanted to let go, but we would only have this moment… one moment where she was mine and I was hers. Eventually she would go back to him.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Mylie

  Lord, I am going insane!

  As I stared into those hypnotizing blue eyes, I finally found what I never knew I was looking for. I finally saw that Damien was everything I hated and loved, but it wasn’t until this moment that I realized how lost I truly was. My soul was drawn to his very aura, but the ache within my heart was an undeniable reminder that it would never be a reality. Through my pride and stubbornness, I had forever wrecked what Damien and I could have had. I was but a galaxy within a black hole, something so majestic and extraordinary, and it was irrevocably lost to me.

  If for this moment I would allow myself to take comfort. I would savor it like a wandering woman in a vast desert looking for singular drop of water that only Damien could deliver. Was it right that I found such reassurance from him? No, especially since I chose Xavier, and my body reacted to him on whole different level.

  For years I had tried to understand how Malory could leisurely have fun between the sheets with multiple partners. One day I asked when in a drunken stupor.

  Her response was When you feel the power of passion within your body, it becomes an addiction. You are completely enthralled, on the precipice, waiting for the next dose of orgasmic bliss.

  I understood now because Xavier made me burn when I was frigid, but Damien found and warmed my soul, something that had been left in the Pennsylvanian mountains the night my life forever changed.

  “Listen,” I tried
to push myself out of his warm embrace. I knew this was wrong, but it felt so good.

  “Just a little longer. Don’t move.” He sounded so defeated and conflicted all at once, and it broke my heart that much more. Why did it have to be so complicated? I could have this one moment, but so many people would get hurt because of my selfish needs.

  “Damien, please—I can’t do this.” It hurts too much was what I wanted to say, but he didn’t need to know how much I hurt inside.

  “Mylie, please let me think that you are mine. I know you are going to go to him. I accepted it, but please let me pretend that you want me as much as I need you.”

  My heart was beating so hard. My head was spinning feeling his breath in the curve of my neck as he inhaled the scent of my coconut shampoo. Didn’t he understand how much I wanted him? Hadn’t he moved on with Ms. Sway Too Much?

  His nose skimmed the edge of my jaw, and I felt like he touched every erogenous zone on my body with one smooth glide. His mouth was so close to mine, and I felt his quiet respire that brought a tremble down my body. I knew I had a choice at this moment. I knew just moments ago I was enthralled in the act of passion with Xavier, but I didn’t love him. Was I sex drunk? I didn’t know, but what I did know was that I wanted Damien. I would test these waters because I had to know.

  I pressed my lips to his. I opened my mouth just enough to suck on his full delicious bottom lip as my body quivered in anticipation. Would he go with it, or would he push me away? He didn’t make me wait long. He plunged into our kiss as his hands reached up to hold my face. Then he pulled away. He only stared at my lips,