“Jesus Christ, Hazel,” he groans. “Fuck. I’m looking forward to fucking your ass. I’m going to fuck you so deep and so hard in your tight little ass.” He presses his finger into my hole, making little circles around the rim as everything inside of me draws tight and suddenly I’m screaming, crying out as I turn inside out and Xavier moans loudly, rolling his head back against the wall as he comes.
As his spasms subside, he lowers his head back down and smiles at me, and kisses me softly. Our eyes flicker as they dance back and forth, looking deeply into each other’s. For the first time that I can remember, he doesn’t feel like my stepfather, and I realize that we’re becoming peers. Two humans that hold the key to the other person’s ecstasy. He’s my lover.
With a swing of his arm, he lowers me onto my side-foreheads still touching, legs still interlocked, his cock softening but still inside of me. I’m dizzy with happiness, inhaling his breath and his skin. It’s the closeness I crave and need.
“So much for being quiet,” he chuckles, and I breathe a laugh. He doesn’t seem to care, and crazy though it may be, I don’t either. Part of me hopes that Melanie did hear.
“I love you, Hazel,” Xavier whispers, dark brown eyes searching mine.
“I love you, too, Xavier,” I whisper back.
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Xavier
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I Wake Up In the basement den, hours after sneaking out of Hazel’s room while she slept. I do a workout, wake Hazel for school, make breakfast, and I’m pleased when we manage to get out of the house without seeing Melanie.
Hazel is irresistible in her private school uniform, red hair plaited into two long braids down her back. Her lips look fuller than ever, swollen from kissing, and I’m pathetically proud of myself for getting her to school without having to pull over and fuck her in the car. I’m only semi-hard when I drop her off at school and it feels like a triumph of willpower.
She walks into the school without stopping to talk to anyone, and I watch a group of girls eye her as she walks past and then whisper to each other. I frown, not for the first time thinking about how happy I am that it’s the last week of high school. Next week these girls, whoever they are, won’t matter anymore. Next week I won’t have to worry about Kye Knight. The only thing I’ll miss about Hazel being in high school is her uniform.
A short time later, I’m frowning at my phone, waiting for the coffee to brew, when Cynthia walks into the office kitchen. She doesn’t walk, she sashays like a cat. There’s something uncannily feline about Cynthia.
“Hello,” she says silkily, reaching into the fridge and pulling out one of endless bottles of kombucha she always seems to have in there. “And how’s Daddy this morning?”
Warmth spreads to my face as I snap my attention to her. “Cynthia…”
She grins. “No one’s around. I miss our little chats, Xavier. I haven’t heard from you for a while.”
I drop my phone into my pocket and give her my full attention. I’m texting my lawyer, Patrick, about getting Melanie out of the house today, and at this point I’m basically just harassing him anyway.
“No, I guess not,” I say gently. “Sorry if it feels like I dropped off the face of the earth or something. The truth is, I met someone.”
It feels strange to say it that way-to describe Hazel and I in adult, relationship terms-but that’s how it feels. Like I met someone. Or rather, like I found someone. Someone who’s been there all along, just out of reach until now.
“Oh, that’s great,” she says sincerely. “I’m happy to hear that, Xavier.”
I study her face. She’s been such a surprise, Cynthia, from those first fumblings in my car outside the restaurant, to our wildly inappropriate phone calls, she’s so much more complex than I originally took her for. Complex, and unflappable. I wonder if Cynthia’s looking for love, or happy to just keep exploring her own sexuality for now.
“Things, uh, okay with Bob?” It pains me to ask. It feels like a betrayal to his wife, but I want to show interest in Cynthia’s life too-with no judgment.
“Eh.” She shrugs. “I don’t know. I think he’s trying to reconcile with his wife. I’m on sugardaddy. com now.”
“Oh!” I breathe a laugh. I didn’t know so blatant a site existed, but it sounds like a good fit for Cynthia. “Well, that sounds like it could be, uh…very lucrative for you.”
“Yes.” She smiles. “I’m having fun.”
My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket, heart sinking when I see who’s calling. It’s Melanie.
I sigh. “I have to get this.”
“I’ll see you later.” She winks and struts out of the kitchen.
I watch her leave and then take a breath before answering. “What is it, Melanie?”
“Well, hello to you, too, mister.”
“What do you want? Is Patrick there?”
“No.” She sounds offended. “Patrick is not here. You don’t need to send your fucking henchman. I’m leaving.”
“Oh.” My shoulders drop an inch. “Great.”
She snorts. “Well, don’t sound too happy it. Christ, Xavi”