Maddy

I let out a loud cry without a care in the world. I'd be quieter if I knew anyone was home, but luckily, Xander's roommates went out for the night. It's my day off from work and Xan faked feeling sick from his stomach so that he could stay in for the night. He can go out whenever he wants, we have to take advantage of any time we can get time alone at his place or mine. Having sex in a car has become frequent and even though the sex is always great, cars make it harder to do the best positions. I do like riding, but sometimes I want to be fucked, not the other way around.

I'm currently propped up on my two elbows, back arched as Xander slides his length in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. We both finished once already about five minutes ago while I rode him and we decided to go for another round. But I'm annoyed since he's been teasing me for way too long now. I only like it slow until I need more. Right now, I need more. I try and strain my neck to look back at him. His thumbs dig into the dimples on my back. "I need more, Xan," I cry out.

He looks up at me for a second and shoves himself all the way inside of me at the same time. My mouth gapes, but I hold back a moan in my throat. We both always finish a little bit faster in his position but since he's already came once, he won't finish as fast. I can't say the same for myself though. "I'm enjoying the fact that I can see all of you in this position," he says, like always. He takes one hand and starts to rub my clit.

I turn my head back around, my neck starting to hurt and moan lightly. He begins to pump out and into me again at a faster pace all while rubbing circles on my clit. I bite down on my lower lip, wishing I could throw my head back in pleasure. Instead, I splay my arms out in front of me and connect the side of my face with the mattress. My back arches more and I start to feel his length rub against my clit with every pump. He moves his hand away, placing both on my back again.

"That better?" he asks. I nod my head. "Yeah?" he adds. God, why are my vocal cords failing me right now? "Mhmm," is all I manage to say. With that, he fastens his pace into me, sliding in faster and faster. My moans muffle into the mattress and his groans become music to my ears. Something about hearing a guy moan, Xander specifically, turns me on more than it should. "You're so fucking beautiful," he groans out.

I turn my face to get a view of what he's doing. His eyes focus on his length sliding in and out of me. Sadly, I don't have the view that he does. My breathing becomes more ragged and I feel myself clench around him already. "Fuck," he moans. I play with my hardened nipples, the buds sensitive. "Faster," I pant.

He doesn't hesitate to follow my directions and his pumps become faster. I moan each time he fills me completely, giving myself to him entirely. His moans sync with mine and a couple of minutes later, I come for the second time tonight. He takes a little longer after me, slowing his pace as he milks out his own orgasm. My breathing is ragged still as I catch my breath.

He pulls out of me completely, throwing away the used condom. I fall back on the mattress, laying on my back. He gets up to get us both something to clean ourselves with.

After that, he plops down on the bed next to me. He kisses my forehead quickly, laying his head down on the pillow. It's only ten p.m. now but his eyes droop heavily. "Tired already?" I say. He lets out a breathy, short chuckle. "Give me ten minutes, and I'll be good," he says. I roll my eyes and push his chest lightly. I'm pretty worn out too.

"What time do you think they're coming home?" We can't risk getting caught so I'll probably leave before his roommates come home. "I don't know, but don't worry we'll be good. It's not like they're gonna come into my room and the doors locked anyway," he tells me. I nod and inch closer to his warmer body.

He wraps an arm around my waist as I lay my head on his chest. I feel his warm breath against my head as we lay in silence for a couple of minutes. In fear that he'll fall asleep on me, I say, "Talk to me." I feel him shift his head slightly, so I look up at him. He's laying down but his head rests against a pillow that's propped up. "About?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders slightly. "Anything," I reply. I don't want him to fall asleep because once he falls asleep, it's hard to wake him up.

"I saw you the other day," he says. I furrow my brows and chuckle. "Yeah, obviously," I say "we see each other almost every day." This is true. Our meetings are more frequent now, sex or no sex. "No, at school I mean. Walking out of that class you have in Jameson Av." We've matched up our schedules by now to know when we're both available. I work almost every day and if I know I'm getting out late, I'll try to see him before I go to my next class.

"Oh?" is all I say. It comes out more like a question than an actual statement. "You were with some white guy, blonde hair," he says, looking away from me. His jaw tenses slightly, only for a second, but I catch it. A smirk pulls onto my face. "I didn't know we got jealous?" By we I mean him. I'm quite intrigued now. He wouldn't just bring this up for no reason I think. Also, this was like two days ago. I know who he's talking about.

Jason Crest. He's very attractive but I personally wouldn't give him that time of day. We have a class together and he's smart. We talk about class and nothing more, just like we were that day Xander saw us.

"I'm not jealous," he says easily. His face remains expressionless yet I can still tell it affected him at least a little bit. I say, "You don't have to worry about Jason Crest, I'm not one of the many girls who wants to get with him." His eyebrows furrow slightly. "Crest?" he asks. I nod. Oh boy, he's not about to go all broody, protective boyfriend on him is he? Wait. He's not my boyfriend. Ew.

"Why?" I ask quickly after. "Just wondering if he's related to this middle-aged man I know. His last name is Crest too. Maybe it's his dad or something," he tells me. I don't know anything about him, so I'm not sure. "Middle-aged man? I didn't know you had sugar daddies." Why else would he be talking to middle-aged men in Oak Hill? Besides his professors and coach of course. He rolls his brown eyes. "You're weird," he says, not denying it. I know it's not true but I like teasing him.

"Am I wrong?" I question, pinching some skin on his arm. It doesn't seem to bother him at all. "Very fucking wrong," he says. I nod once like saying sure. He rolls his eyes again, playfully, and shakes his head. "I'll be your sugar daddy," he blurts out. My mouth gapes open a bit and I slap his arm lightly. "Are you making fun of my broke status right now?" I say. I'm still currently supporting myself since my asshole parents decided to drop me financially. He laughs. "As long as you keep givin' me what you givin' me. I got you," he winks.

"I don't need a man to support me with anything," I say, making it known. I rather go broke before I let Xander or anyone take care of me with their own money. I know he's joking, but still. He moves some hair from my forehead and leans in, very close to my face. "I know," he whispers before pulling away. "You don't have to tell me twice, baby girl," he adds. My stomach flutters at the term of endearment. His favorite one to use with me.

Ugh, I hate him. Why did those stupid butterflies in my stomach flutter? Die, butterflies, die.

Before I can say anything, he boops my nose. I furrow my brows. "I like your nose, it's pretty," he says. "Thanks?"
I say, again it's more like a question. I've never gotten complimented on my nose. I guess it is cute. I'm cute.

I look at him and raise my brows in surprise. I don't know why I tend to find guys with bigger noses attractive. His is small though, full of light freckles. "Yours is too," I say. He smiles small and leans down to kiss my lips quickly.

We don't say anything for a while again, but this time he just looks at me. He does this a lot and I start to get insecure. I feel like if he looks at me for too long, he'll start finding all my flaws. "What?" I roll my eyes. I anxiously play with the chain that sits around his neck. "Can I not look at you?" he says smoothly. I try to shake my head, but I really can't in the position my head is in. "No, not for that long," I say. He furrows his brows and rolls his eyes. "Why the hell not?"

"Because then you're gonna say some stupid like my eyes are uneven or something," I retort. He chuckles huskily. His tired voice kicked in a couple of minutes ago. I will keep him up at all costs. "Naah, I just enjoy looking at you. A girl like you shouldn't be so pretty," he says, licking his bottom lip. I narrow my eyes at him. "What does that mean? A girl like me?" I question.

"A girl who pisses me off so much that I shouldn't even be laying up in bed with her right now. But I still am because she drives me fucking insane in more ways than one. That kinda girl," he says matter-of-factly. I feel his heart thump against his chest a little faster, but I ignore it. "That's what I thought," I retort. My phone rings suddenly on his nightstand. I sit up and grab it quickly.

What the fuck?

My jaw clenches intentionally and I grip my phone tighter. "Who is it?" Xander says, catching my attention. I don't answer him and click on the green answer button instead. I put my phone to my ear and say, "What do you want?" The line is silent like she's acknowledging my rudeness through the phone. This isn't the first time I've been mean to her, I'm sure she's used to it.

"Why would you block your cousin on social media when she's just trying to reach out to you?" my mother says. I can't believe I didn't block her too. And is this seriously why she's calling me? She couldn't have texted? I don't even know why I answered. "Not only social media, but through her phone number too," I add to her question. I blocked Josephine on everything, basically. "She loves you, Madison. She just wants to know if you're okay." I don't even acknowledge the person next to me right now as I'm fuming. My blood boils, heartbeat spiking whenever I talk to this woman.

Do you love me, mom? I want to say, but of course, I'd never purposefully embarrass myself. Especially not in front of my mother. "I could actually care less. She does not need to worry about me. I'm fine, aren't I?" I say, my voice is icy as usual. She sighs a heavy one. "I wouldn't know," she replies. Yeah, you wouldn't. I feel Xanders hand on my lower back. I'm pretty sure he assumed who it is, or at least who it could be.

"Obviously not. Just leave me alone, mother. I don't want to speak with you," I say "ever again." I don't let her answer me, not wanting to hear her reply. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in. Tears brim in my eyes but I shut my eyes closed, not letting them fall. Xander can't see my face right now. I set the phone back down on the nightstand and turn back to him. The worry about his features makes me feel nauseous. I don't want him to worry about me. I'm fine.

"I'm fine," I assure him. "Just my annoying mother," I say my voice back to being cold. He doesn't flinch at it, accepting me for who I am. "What'd she want?" he asks carefully, I can tell. He doesn't want to push me. "She just asked why I blocked Josephine, the cousin I told you about." He nods. "She said she loves me and just wants to know if I'm okay but I know that's bullshit. She just wants to harass me like she's always done. It's better that she's not in my life anymore," I breathe out.

I lay back down, on the pillow this time. He follows after me and we both face each other, our bodies with space between them. "You should meet my mom. She's pretty cool," he says. I furrow my brows, feigning confusion. "She would like you. You two are very similar, I think," he smiles small and nods his head. I can't help but smile a little bit too. Rather that than be angry at what just happened. "She's an independent, bad bitch with a great fashion sense?" I say to lighten the mood a bit. He laughs and nods. "Definitely. Just a little nicer than you, though," he makes a small space between his index finger and thumb to show me.

"Isn't everyone?" I joke. He grabs my hands under the covers and places them between his warmer ones. "I like you the way you are. Don't change," he says. I raise my brows slightly and smile. "Actually?" I say. He nods once. "Actually." Wow. No one's ever liked me for me. At least a man hasn't. Not that I need a man's approval but, yeah. It's just different.

"Well, then you're stuck with this version of me, Xander Williamson."

"I'm fine with that," he says.