Page 17 of The No Repeat Policy

He’s in the shower singing something severely off-key. Ariana maybe? Maybe. Sasha’s not a fan either, or maybe she made a new friend. I’m not sure which. She keeps whining and scratching at the bathroom door while I fret in one of the oversized leather chairs.

This is not the weekend getaway I was expecting. It went really quick from a nice relaxing cabin vacation to get my mind off him, to being stuck in a room with him. I want my “cuddled up in a super thick faux fur blanket with Madison, watching Sasha frolic in the snow, glasses—plural—of wine, laughs, all the good stuff”

vacay. But no! It had to fall into a massive pile of anxiety and being face-to-face with him again.

Xander’s been in there a good half hour. Good thing I peed before he commandeered it.

But tonight. Here. Do I try to see what happened? I feel like he won’t say, but he might. Maybe it was something I did. It has crossed my mind.

Was I not good enough in bed? I thought I did pretty good, but usually guys come back for that, even if I say no. Do I just make conversation, try to act like there’s not this crazy huge wedge between us, just talk? That seems insane. He’ll see right through that, and it’ll probably be even more awkward.

And how do I sleep in here with him in the same room. I’m going to be hard as a brick the entire time. Especially if he doesn’t wear a full set of pajamas.

I could just ignore him. It’s a douche move, but technically that is what he did to me. Fuck, he’s the boss’s son, I can’t do that. How the fuck did this happen again?

“Sasha, stop that! Come here,”

I command, and to my surprise she listens. “What are we going to do, girlie? I don’t think I can stay in here with him.”

The water stops running in the next room. He’s done. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck. I stand and start pacing. Sasha keeps up with me step for step. What the fuck do I do?

A creak signals the door opening. Sasha bolts away and jumps, planting her front paws on Xander’s bare chest. He laughs, gripping the towel around his waist with one hand and patting her with the other.

“Sash!”

I yelp. “Down girl.”

“She’s fine,”

he says. Something between that and his laugh loosens my nerves a bit—only a bit.

“Sorry,”

I say anyway and go to pull her back but stop. He’s wearing a towel, that’s it. One wrong move and it could drop, which wouldn’t be the end of the world, but…

Xander brushes it off, and once Sasha’s had her fill of pats, he heads over to the closet. He must have clothes here just waiting for him. I don’t remember seeing a suitcase. The privileged life must be nice.

I roll my shoulders back, trying to loosen up, but now he’s not only here but half naked. Just keep your mouth shut and your crotch covered. You can at least do that.

“I swear I didn’t know you were my boss’s son!” I blurt.

Fuck me.

“What?”

Xander twists around. He’s holding a pair of briefs in his hand. They’re the compression type, white. Shit.

“You’re Jon’s son. My boss. I didn’t know,” I repeat.

“Yeah,”

he says dismissively and turns back around. His towel drops to the floor and my eyes lock on his perfect smooth butt cheeks.

Immediately I grind my legs together and inconspicuously maneuver my hand over my crotch. Things are getting harder down there and that’s not what I need right now.

“It’s whatever,”

he continues. “Doesn’t matter. You didn’t stalk me here, so it’s fine. But now we’re stuck because I can’t give my dad a good reason to split us up. Let’s just try to make this as painless as possible. Okay?”

“Definitely, super painless,”

I say. What the fuck was that?

His butt clenches as he maneuvers his briefs up his legs, managing to not bend over in the process. Smart man. When he turns, his prim expression is both cute and annoying. Did he see me looking?

“I’ll take the bed. You can have—”

“Seriously?”

I say, and wave toward the massive king. Hell, that may actually be a California king. I know what he said earlier, but I thought for sure by now he’d change his mind. “It’s huge. We’d practically have our own zip codes.”

“Funny, but no. You can have the lounge.”

His words are curt and cold. Nothing like the guy I remember.

I’m not entirely sure what to think, but I’m also not pressing it. It is his house and the lounge is sort of comfy.

“Fine,”

I blurt and pull Sasha back over to the lounge and plop down. “Good night.”

It comes out more irritated than I’d planned, but I don’t take it back.

“Night,”

he says, rolling his eyes and sliding into the massive bed. He pulls the covers over and rolls on his side so we’re not facing each other.

Child.

“Fine,”

I whisper, and nod for Sasha to stick with me.

I tug off my clothes until I’m also in only my briefs and pillage the chair in the corner for a blanket. I take the thickest of them and go back to lay down on the lounge chair. It’s soft. Comfortable enough for a few nights at least. I turn around so I don’t have to face the bed as the lights go out. The fucking king bed would be much better, especially with his body wrapped up in my arms. Fuck.

It’s so quiet. The only noise is Sasha’s occasional whine and the random whoosh of wind against the window. The snow outside dampens it all. It’s almost eerie. It’s definitely not what I want now. Give me some noise. Something to drown out the thoughts of sliding my hand down Xander’s hip with my lips trailing his neck. I faintly remember his taste. So faintly, and that makes me crave it more. And now, this close to him, it’s killing me. My dick is so stiff, and I can feel the precum slather against my underwear with every movement.

Fuck it. I reach in my briefs and wrap my erection in my hand and start to tug. I muffle a moan in the plush fabric of the lounge chair. He’s so fucking close. I want—

He moves. His sheets ruffle around him, and I freeze with my fingers clamped around the head. I grip tighter, willing myself not to make a noise. I could fucking cum right now and it might be the best thing I’ve felt in weeks, but I don’t move.

“Fuck it.”

Xander’s voice breaks the darkness and I flinch.

Fucking shit, he heard me. What the hell was I thinking?

“I’m sorry,”

he blurts.

Sorry? I spring up to a sitting position and swing around. “Huh?”

The last thing I’m doing is admitting I got caught.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

he says again and huffs. “I was an asshole.”

I purse my lips. What am I missing here?

“Uh…I, uh…I don’t follow,”

I say. Is he apologizing? For real? And for which time? Tonight, or back when I fucked the shit out of him and then he never answered my texts?

“Halloween,”

he says. My brows lift and I sigh in recognition. “I shouldn’t have dumped all that on you and then ghosted you the next day. In my defense I hadn’t planned on seeing you again.”

He hasn’t raised from the bed or even turned around, so I’m staring at his back. It’s bit of a gut punch, that last bit. He hadn’t planned on seeing me again, but then again, neither had I before he opened up to me.

“That was sort of shitty,”

I tell him. “It’s okay though. I don’t usually see anyone after the first night anyway. It’s a rule.”

“A rule? So you were breaking your rule then?” he asks.

I huff. “A little.”

He’s quiet for a minute. It seems like he’s gone back to sleep before he speaks up again.

“I saw you in town a few weeks ago.”

Xander’s words are a statement, a matter of fact. “You and Sasha were walking past Fred’s.”

It’s a little dinner place downtown. It’s where I tried going back to see him.

“You saw me?”

I almost recoil. I didn’t think he noticed.

“Yeah. I—”

He stops. “Never mind. It’s nothing. Just…sorry.”

“It’s good,”

I lie. It’s not good. It’s not okay, but it’s better, oddly, so I’ll take it, even if what I really want is him. Not just his body. Why though? There’s something about him that intrigues me. The way he talked that night and seemed so vulnerable. He opened up to me, and I want that again.

I lie back down but don’t turn this time. I keep my eyes on the bed, following the form of his body under the blankets. Maybe he’s not bad. An apology is something, even if it did take weeks and being forced together.

“Ugh,”

Xander groans in the dark, once again getting my attention. “Okay, I’m sorry if this makes me a horrible person, but would it be totally insensitive to want to be fucked right now?”

“Um.”

I don’t know what to say to that.

On one hand I’m holding myself back from jumping off the couch and pouncing him. The thought of wrapping my palm around that ass has me throbbing. The other, well, it feels sort of dirty to be told he didn’t mean to see me again but now he wants to fuck.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

Xander pulls the covers close.

I raise up and get to my feet. Hell no. Don’t you dare take it back now that I’m rock hard, you fucking bitch.

“Don’t take it back now.”

I step forward, not wanting to expect much. “Is it what you want?”

It’s sure as fuck what I want. It’s almost a need now.

Finally, he turns to face me and props his head on one arm. His eyes lock on me and mischief slides over his lips.

“Is it what you want?”

he taunts me, lowering the covers.

My eyes linger down his neck, following the sheets as they unveil more of his soft skin. His chest, abs, that perfect stomach. He stops. Shit, don’t stop.

“Yeah.”

I swallow.

“Are you sure?”

He turns to lay flat on his stomach and pushes the covers farther down.

I can’t seem to stop my eyes from following as his taut round ass is unveiled like a Christmas present. My Christmas present. Fuck. He must have taken his briefs off when it got in bed. He’s lying there, naked, taunting me with his beauty. I step forward tentatively.

“Very.”

And I can’t hold back.

I rush forward, holding back only so much as not to jump on the bed like a ravenous animal. I practically crawl across the massive bed to his side. This is lust, not love, I remind myself and immediately slap my palm against his naked cheek and kiss the other. I eclipse his ass with my tongue while he wiggles and a gentle moan escapes his lips.

“Is this what you want?”

I ask. It’s not really a question. It’s a taunt, a lingering warning of what’s to come.

“Yes,” he gasps.

I work my way up his body, crawling up his side without letting my tongue leave his skin. His taste is exquisite. Savory. It surges through me, making me want him even more. I squeeze his ass when I reach his neck and bite at the skin. He squirms and moans. Then I’m level with him, eye to eye. God, those eyes. For a second, or maybe an eternity, I’m lost in them, wishing I’d never have to leave, but I bring myself back to reality. Focus on his body, Kolton. That’s all he wants. Lust. Only lust.

His breath puffs against my cheeks, and I refuse to hold back any longer. I leap forward like a lion attacking its prey. Our lips crash together, our mouths opening in pleasure as tongues whip like tentacles and my senses bloom. It’s a rush of sensations and emotions, the latter of which I try to hold back. My hand caresses his ass and I let a finger invade his most sacred of spaces. I relish the sound of air rushing from his lips and the arch of his back. He wants more so bad.

“Yes,”

he breathes, and I inhale the word back into myself as I kiss him.

“You like that?”

I break away from his lips long enough to see the lust in his eyes and push my finger hard against his hole. He nods quickly and his body shivers.

I continue to tease him, sliding the top of my finger around his tight hole, imagining how amazing it’s going to feel when instead of my finger, it’s my dick inside him. He felt amazing the last time, and I know he will again.

Without a word, he crawls on top of me. Our bodies press together. Chest to chest, his legs wrap between mine, and my erection presses against his. Electricity courses up my spine. I vibrate with anticipation. Then his lips find my body again, wet pleasure against my bottom lip, before moving down to my chin, then my neck. He kisses and sucks at my neck, making a line over my clavicle and down to my nipples, where he stops and sucks. My body tightens, and I push my chest out while his tongue does laps around my nipple.

Fuck yes. Fuck yes, Xander.

“Get down there,”

I command, but instead of obeying, he lifts his head.

“So impatient.”

He grins up at me.

I grunt and grind my crotch against his chest. There is something so hot about looking down at his icy blue eyes while he peers up with his lips biting at my skin.

Keep moving, Xander. Keep moving.

His hands caress my side and slide down my arm. I grip his hand as it reaches my wrist and I squeeze it. He kisses at my stomach, sliding his palm down to my waist, dangerously close to my crotch. His finger grazes the base of my dick and I flinch.

“God,”

I gasp. The wait is driving me insane. I’ve dreamt of this moment again and again for weeks, and now it’s so close.

Shit. Xander’s chin touches my dick, and he lifts his head, looking up to me with carnivorous eyes. “You want it so bad, don’t you?”

I nod and swallow. He has such a hold over me. I don’t just want it. I need it. I need to feel his lips and tongue engulfing me, sending me to another world.

He moves farther down and props his ass up so I can see it behind him. Fucking hell, he’s gorgeous. He knows exactly what he’s doing. His hand slides up my thigh and wraps around my cock. He squeezes, stroking up and down, fondling the top. His eyes never leave mine. I stare longingly back and my body quivers with each stroke. His tongue peeks between his lips and touches the tip. He runs it around the head and I clench my hand around his other hand, squeezing, telling him how much I love it.

“Yummy.”

Xander licks at his lips and kisses the tip of my erection.

I don’t think I can get any harder than I am right now. I literally didn’t think I’d ever see him again, but here I am, a hand atop his head, fingers threaded through blonde hair, his warm breath misting my cock. I push my hips up just a tiny bit and his lips press against my dick, opening, letting me slide between them. His tongue joins in as his mouth descends, and I let my head fall back and my eyes close, taking in every sensation.

“Fuck, Xander, that feels amazing,” I gasp.

He doesn’t stop. No, he keeps sucking and I don’t care how cliché it sounds, but I swear I feel my soul being sucked out of my cock. Hell, for him I’d give it all away. He can have it all for what he’s doing to me.

I grip the back of his head and pump my hips, thrusting into his mouth. He gags and my eyes roll back at the sensation and sound of him catching his breath as my dick hits the back of his throat, but he doesn’t stop. It doesn’t deter him. Shit, he’s good. He keeps sucking, deep throating me like it’s his everyday job. God, I wish it were.

He hums around my dick, stroking the base while his mouth does wonders. I look down to see him enthralled in his work, his ass cheeks little mountains behind his head. Those are mine. I need them. I need them now.

I reach down and tug at his chin. His lips slide off my cock and it flops onto my stomach with a smack. He giggles at the sound and smiles up at me.

“Now I remember why it was so hard not to respond to your texts,”

Xander says.

I freeze for a second. Did he just? Really? That bi—

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry.”

He springs up to his knees. My eyes jump down to his erection for a moment before returning back to his scared eyes. “I didn’t mean it like… I’m sorry.”

I could sulk and act like a broken child, let it spoil this amazing moment and go back to my couch to sleep. That’s not happening though. I’m getting everything I can out of this bitch. I sit up and get to my knees as well.

“You’re a real fucking cunt, you know that?”

I say before grabbing his waist and yanking him toward me. I kiss him hard, pressing our mouths together firmly and biting at his lip. Anything to get those words out of my head.

“I—I didn—”

He pulls away, but I shove my mouth back on his to stifle the noise.

My hands slide down his back and over his ass, cupping each of his cheeks. I grip and squeeze, then let go of one and bring my hand down hard, slapping at his skin. He yelps in my mouth, but he kisses me back harder, like he needs my tongue. I let my fingers travel, stopping at his hole again, gently rubbing around it. He moves under my grasp, but I don’t let go until I’m ready.

When I do, I move to the side and push him forward. He falls forward, face down on the bed, his naked body sprawled out for the taking like a gift to a god. I rear my hand back and spank him again. Xander moans and the cheek begins to grow pink.

“Fuck yes,”

he moans, then tries to turn to talk. “I really am so—”

I jump on top of him, wrap one arm under his chest, and slide my other around his mouth, cutting off his words.

“Not now,”

I command.

His mouth clamps shut under my palm. I breathe into his neck, grinding my cock against the crack of his ass, imagining how it’s going to feel up inside him when I hate fuck him. I’m going to make him regret ever ignoring me. After tonight he’ll be begging for more. He won’t forget to text me back. He won’t hold back his desire. He’ll be begging to have me inside him.

I’m about to reach down and position myself, but fuck, I need a condom. I roll my eyes and let up on his mouth.

“Where’s a—”

“In the drawer.”

He nods to the left at one of the nightstands next to the bed.

I tighten my hand around his mouth again and use the other to shuffle through the drawer. There’s a book, I think. I can feel the pages ruffle against my thumb. Something cold and metal. Then I feel the packaging I expect, and when I pull it out, it’s there. I rip it open with my teeth and slide into it.

“I’m going to make you wish you weren’t such a fucking cunt,”

I grumble as I spit into my hand and then lather it against his hole.

I pull his head back, hand still clasped around his mouth, and straddle him, prodding his hole with the tip of my cock.

As much as I want to impale him, make him hurt a little, I can’t.

Instead, I lean forward, pressing into him.

He’s just as tight as I remember.

Slowly I move in, letting his ass open up and welcome me inside.

He moans, his voice raising an octave as I go deeper.

His ass opens up and envelops me, gripping at my cock.

I grumble in pleasure as my crotch presses against his ass cheeks and I push in as far as I can.

There we go.

I take a second to just feel the warmth of his body as he flexes his butt and massages my dick.

Then the games are over.

I pull back slowly, then push back in, and then back again.

I move slow at first, enjoying the way he moans quietly with every movement.

He’s so verbal and I love it.

After a few moans I can’t hold back any longer.

I pull back, dangerously close to letting my cock flop from his ass, and thrust forward.

I’m not a jerk, so I don’t go full force right off the bat, but it’s enough to earn a muffled yelp.

My eyes roll back imagining the look on his face.

I pull back on his mouth, reeling his body from the bed, pulling his back to my chest as I thrust in again and then move my hand from his mouth to his chest to hold him up as I fuck him.

“Fuck, fuck, fu—”

Xander screams as I use his hole. I slap my hand over his mouth again.

“Keep it quiet, dammit!”

I whisper urgently in his ear before kissing and biting on the lobe. “Unless you want everyone here to know I’m fucking their boss’s son.”

“Shit, sorry,”

he grumbles under my hand before I let go again.

I slowed, so I start back up, his moans matching my thrusts. I’m getting close. Everything about him turns me on. His ass, his cock, his stomach and chest, his lips, his cute nose, those amazing eyes, and lush hair. But something about those moans just sends me soaring into another plane of pleasure. I’m not cumming first, so I reach down and wrap my hand around his hard cock and start stroking.

He whimpers. It’s a beautiful sound, sweet whines of pleasure, as he turns his face back and kisses me. The taste of his mouth, his tongue, is surreal while he starts to jump.

“Harder,”

he gasps between moans as he jumps on my cock.

That’s a command I’ll never fail to obey, even from a sub. I drop farther and then thrust forward in rhythm with his body. My body smacks against him and I can only imagine what my cock is doing to his insides. He screams, slapping his own hand across his mouth before it can ring through the cabin.

“Fuck yes, moan for me, baby,”

I whisper into his ear. “Cum for me.”

I fuck him harder and stroke his cock as fast as I can. He’s breathing so hard. Panting for air between his moans and whines. I close my eyes and take it all in. The music in the noises. His incredible moans, the sensual muffled screams, the sound of the wooden bedframe creaking, our bodies slapping together over and over again. The taste of his mouth and tongue. The soft hardness of his wet cock in my hand.

“Cum for me,”

I say again, and he kisses me harder.

I open my eyes and peek down at his crotch without leaving his lips. I thrust again, and he screams into my mouth as white liquid shoots from his cock and paints the bed. I keep stroking, letting hot cum coat my hand like lube while I continue to fuck him. I’m so close.

“I’m close, I’m going to cum,” I say.

“Fuck yes.”

He kisses me, and warmth blooms inside me as my entire body seizes with absolute pleasure, and I burst inside his body. I thrust again, letting it fill the condom. Finally I slow as the sensation becomes almost too much to bear. I pull out and lean back, letting go of his dick and letting my clean hand caress his shoulder and neck. “Fuck. You made a mess.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

He laughs at the off-white globs on the bedsheets.

“I hope you’re going to change those sheets before you go to bed,”

I say, and sit up, pulling off the condom, being sure not to let anything get out. I should have dumped it all in his mouth, but I can’t have everything, instead the trash can next to the bed gets to enjoy it.

“Yeah, yeah,”

he groans.

I get off the bed and find my briefs. “Night, Xander.”

“Night.”

He grins excitedly before that smug look comes back, like he just remembered he doesn’t want me here.

I huff and turn back to the couch. Yep, fucking cunt. I watch him, hips swaying beautifully and arrogantly, as he disappears into the bathroom to clean up and get new sheets presumably. I slink back onto the couch to wait my turn to use the bathroom. He’s seriously going to ask me to fuck him and then act like nothing happened, after all that. Damn, that’s cold.

A minute later he reappears and changes the sheets. I lie down and start trying to go to sleep, but he says my name. I ignore him.

“Kolton,”

he says again.

“What?”

I don’t open my eyes.

“What are you doing over there?” he asks.

What am I doing over here? What the hell type of question is that?

“What do you mean? I’m trying to fucking sleep,”

I bite back.

“Get back in bed,”

he says abruptly. “Please.”

God, I don’t know what to think about this boy. Now you want me back in the bed? Are you going to kick me out in the middle of the night? I squint at him.

“Please,”

he says it again. “I’m sorry. I’m j-just, I don’t know. I’m an ass. I—”

“You sure are,”

I interrupt him.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just not as easy as you think for me,” he says.

“What does that mean?”

I ask, sitting up.

“Just get over here and stop being difficult,”

Xander says.

Fine. I get up and slide into bed next to him. He turns around to face away from me and shuffles back into me, his naked ass pressing against my clothed crotch and my chest against his back. I go with it and wrap an arm over him. I tug him closer. This is what I want, but it’s just another fling. A repeat. A no go. What the fuck am I doing? But I don’t stop.

“What’s so difficult?”

I ask again.

“We can talk about it later. I’m tired.”

Xander brushes it off and wiggles his body even closer. “Night.”

“Night.”

What the hell is going on?