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Underneath It All (Sexual Misconduct Volume II), page 1
Underneath It All
Copyright © 2014 by Bethany Bazile
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About Underneath It All
Avery was unexpected but exactly what I needed. She gave me hope again, made me feel things I thought died over a decade ago.
I was reverting back to the man I used to be. The man who destroyed lives to keep the one person who meant everything to him.
My secrets were piling up. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to maintain it all.
But I knew I’d do anything to keep her.
There was only one way to hold on to her. I had to let her see who I was underneath it all.
***Warning: This is an Erotic Serial and contains explicit sexual content and language. If you have an aversion to hanging off the edge of a cliff, you may want to wait until all three parts have been released.***
Table of Contents
Let’s Play Doctor
Underneath It All
Come Away With Me
Marcus Fucking Wilder!
Shattered love, tarnished memories, and crippling tragedies tormented my dreams. I didn’t like to call them nightmares. They were flashbacks that came in vibrant high-definition clarity as soon as I stopped controlling my brain. Every single time I saw things differently, with a more trained eye and mature mind. The shit that affected me at twenty-two were things I thought I’d matured past.
Now that Avery’s dropped into my life, I realize it had nothing to do with maturity. The way I acted back then and the things I’m doing now are too similar. They hold a bitter nostalgia that would break me and ruin others. I’ve come to the realization that I wasn’t immature back then. I was a sick fuck and I still am. I took desperate measures to keep the things I held dear to my heart. And I didn’t think even her therapy could unfuck the way I thought or readjust my illogical behavior.
“Mr. Pierce,” Gabriella urged. I had yet to take the hand she offered me, and I was surely making obvious my surprise at seeing her here.
I reached out and shook her hand. “Yeah-uhh… nice to finally meet you… Ellie.”
“You’re the Xander Pierce, aren’t you?” She faked the surprised I just met a celebrity look well.
She smiled nervously as she pulled her hand back and tugged on her braid. “I’m just going to…” She pointed down the hallway. “Sorry for interrupting,” she finished as she scooted past me to make her escape. I watched until she disappeared, then turned back to Avery.
“So… Ellie?” I pointed my thumb in the direction she went.
“Yeah…” She furrowed her brows. “That was a little awkward, right?”
“Yeah… I guess.” Awkward was an understatement. Gabriella walked in here, turned everything upside down, shook it, and left me wondering where her head was. Not that I had any idea where mine was at the moment. I just knew I needed to get her to keep her mouth shut.
“Xander?” Avery tugged at my hand, pulling me out of my trance.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She walked backward, pulling me down the hallway with a sultry smile on her lips. “Let’s go to bed.”
When we reached the living room, she spun around but kept hold of my hand. Her place was contemporary, all clean lines and spotless surfaces. Much like her office, it felt like walking through a photo shoot for a magazine. Stark-white couches against slate-gray walls and dark-wood flooring. There was a black area rug, but no bright colors. In Avery’s world, there was only black and white, right or wrong. I didn’t know if what I was about to do was a white lie or a black one. On one hand, telling her would hurt, so I was protecting her. A small white lie. But on the other hand, my real reason for keeping this from her was dark. Black. I didn’t want her to know about Ellie because I was selfish, and I didn’t want to lose her. I hoped she’d never find out, and on the off chance she did, maybe by then she’d be so deeply involved with me she wouldn’t be able to just walk away.
We passed the kitchen to the left. Beyond the living room was another long hall, and we headed down that way. The first door in the hallway stood open with soft light pouring through. Ellie stood by the door, watching us as we passed. Well… watching me.
“Goodnight, Ellie,” Avery chirped, completely clueless to how fucked everything just got. Ellie leaned her hip on the edge of the door, her gaze locked on mine. All at once, I saw accusation, suspicion, and anger flash in her dark eyes.
“Goodnight, Avery,” she said in a cold tone. Her eyes never broke away from mine. She raised an eyebrow at me, then slammed the door shut. In those short seconds, I knew she was waiting for me to leave before she ran her mouth off to Avery. I knew the picture she’d paint would depict her as the sweet angel she looked like tonight who got taken advantage of by the rich, pushy asshole. And after the way I pushed my way into Avery’s life, she’d believe Ellie one hundred percent. Never mind that she thought the sun rose and fell with the girl.
I had to shut Ellie up. I knew once I started lying I was headed up a slippery slope. But I’d rather take a chance and climb it than walk away—giving up what may be the chance of a lifetime. I damned sure wasn’t leaving this house until I knew Gabby wouldn’t fuck everything up for me.
Soon as she shut the door, Avery pushed me against it. Yeah, we had a long night, but I’d have to be dead to not want to fuck her again—especially when she had that fire in her gaze. The passion in her blue eyes made them even more spectacular.
She moved in on me, kissed my neck, running her tongue across it, then biting me right underneath my jaw. She swiftly pulled my shirt up over my head, lowering her head and sucking my nipple into her mouth. Her tongue twirled around it. Then she used her teeth to tug at it. My dick hardened instantly, stretching out toward her, begging for attention. She smiled, then tugged on the other nipple, quickly sending me out of my mind.
My heart was sliding down that slippery slope and my mind was following. The desperation I felt for her in my heart was the same desperation that ate up all the sense in my brain. Manipulation was on the forefront, and I couldn’t stop it if I asked God for his help.
Her fingers played at my belt buckle. Then she pulled down the zipper. Her soft lips moved down my sides until she’d dropped to her knees and buried her nose into my groin. She moaned, biting
She licked me from the base to the head, all the while watching me with those electrifying blue eyes. She sucked the thick head of my cock into her mouth, and I swear her lips never looked better than they did with my dick between them.
She wrapped her soft hand around the base and took as much as she could into her mouth. Then she made a swallowing motion that caused my body to jolt involuntarily.
My balls tightened as she continued to suck me off like nothing I’d experienced before. I fisted her hair and yanked her back. She gave me a sultry look as she licked her lips and tried to continue. I pulled her back because honestly, it was enough of that. I was about to come down her throat, and the plan was to fuck her to sleep. She stood, and I stripped her of her dress, dragged off her panties, and tossed her on the bed. I cupped her ass and pulled her to the edge. Then I was face deep in pussy.
She bucked as I sucked on her clit and lapped up her flavor.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded.
“Xander,” she whined.
“Do it now. Run your fingers over your clit and come on my tongue. Let me taste how much you need me.”
She moved her hand between her thighs. Her fingers slowly parted her lips. Then she rolled her slick fingers over her clit. I speared my tongue into her. She moaned.
I was so hard and she looked so fucking sexy I thought I might come just from watching the gentle way she touched herself. I alternated between pushing my tongue into her and rolling it up against her clit as she massaged it. I reached up and pinched her nipples and thrust my tongue deep inside her, and she came. Hard. On a muted shout, her pussy quivering on my tongue as she lost it, her body writhed against the bed as her thigh muscles tightened and she gasped for air.
I didn’t give her time to come down. She didn’t need it. I wanted to keep her on a sex high, so I pulled a condom on and was in her before she’d even stopped moaning from her release.
She shrieked as I pushed in balls deep. Her pussy was so tight, clutching my dick, causing my control to falter. I pulled her legs over my arms and pounded her. Her back bowed, pushing up her rose-tipped tits. Her neck arched as she screamed my name over and over. At some point, she told me to slow down, but I was too far gone. I was strung out on her pussy, totally consumed with the feel of it against my cock. Her nails dug into my arms, her eyes crossed, and she came with a silent oh frozen on her lips.
Her pussy clenched down on my dick so hard I knew it was the end of the line. I exploded in her with a force that temporarily blinded and paralyzed me. A haze fell over my vision, and my muscles stiffened as the orgasm took over and rocked my senses. I rested my head between her breasts as I tried to regain my bearings. She ran her fingers through my hair as we both continued to shiver and tremble every few seconds. She had the capability to center me, ground me in a way no one ever had. Yet she also had the power to leave me completely bare.
Gabriella woke with a startled yelp, which I quickly muffled with my hand. She struggled against my hold, but her fight became less dire when she saw my face.
“Shh…” I held a finger over my lips, then released the hold I had on her mouth and took a step back.
She gave me a crazed stare and shook her head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“We need to talk.”
“No. We don’t.” She pushed herself into a seated position and sat back against the headboard. A defiant look on her face.
“Don’t tell her about us.”
“She needs to know.” She crossed her arms and smirked at me.
“She doesn’t need to know. And you’re going to do as I say.”
“No, I’m not. We’re done, Xander. You can’t screw me and tell me to get the fuck out anymore. Here…” She pointed around the room like she was marking her territory. “I’m in charge.”
She looked so young with her hair in pigtails, without the stripper persona. I couldn’t believe I never saw how immature she was. She’d told me she was twenty-six. With the makeup and sexed-up hair, she’d passed, but her whining and tantrums should’ve put me on to her real age. Going by what Avery told me, she was younger than her.
“You lied to me. How old are you?”
She glared at me and said, “Sort of like the way you’re lying to Avery.”
“I wasn’t lying to her until about an hour ago when you walked in. I’m not completely convinced I’m lying now. I’m just omitting the facts around us meeting before.”
She chuckled. “If that makes you feel better about yourself, then…” She shrugged as her sentence dropped off.
I crossed my arms and leaned back against the wall. “I’m sort of accustomed to feeling like an asshole so this won’t add much to my burden.”
She narrowed her eyes and looked at me with disgust. “Why are you messing with her head anyway? Do you have to fuck over everyone?”
I straightened and held out my hands. “I’m not just… It’s not just about the sex.”
“What? Don’t lie to me, Xander. How many times did you text me because you needed to fuck? It’s what you do—sex with no attachments. You stopped calling or responding to my texts so I figured you found someone else. But Avery… She would never agree to that kind of arrangement. I didn’t give you her card so you could hurt her. I thought she could help you. Obviously, you’re too much of a douche to accept help without using someone in return.”
“That’s not what I’m doing. Avery is not just some one-off to me. She’s…”
“She’s what? I gave you her card a little over a month ago. Are you trying to tell me you already care about her?”
I ran a hand through my hair and stared at her. It was harder than I thought to admit I cared about Avery, especially to Gabriella, who was at one point an inconsequential fuck to me. But she’s irreplaceable to Avery, and if a choice were going to be made, Avery would turn her back on me in a hurry.
Our eyes locked, and maybe she read what I wanted to say in my eyes, because she shook her head and laughed dryly. “I don’t believe you, Xander.”
I didn’t care if she believed or not. “Just don’t tell her…” I paused, swallowed hard. “Please.”
She gave me a surprised glance because me begging her was way off for us. “How am I supposed to keep this from her?”
“She raves about you, Gabriella. Wait… is Gabriella even your name?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “You asked me for my real name that first night and I gave it to you. Ellie is a nickname Avery gave me.”
“They called you Angel on stage, right?” She nodded and looked away uncomfortable at my mention of her stage name.
“Does she know you strip downtown? Does she know you do dirty things to strange men who throw a few bills at you?”
“That’s not fair. I only ever did that with you.”
She hung her head, a hand rubbing her forehead. “Because you’re rich, famous, and attractive. Half the girls do it, and the other half takes their tips and leave. I was like that until you came in.”
“Again, why me? And please don’t tell me you’re infatuated or have feelings, because this shit is already bad as it is.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No. I thought if I ever was going to sleep with a customer, it might as well be someone famous. You were exciting at first, but you were always so cold and reserved. I really can’t even understand how you tricked Avery into this, because you’re kind of an asshole.”
“I didn’t trick her into anything, but you’re definitely lying to her. So it’s not that you can’t keep anything from her. Why didn’t you tell her weeks ago you were fucking Xander Pierce? Most women brag about that shit. But you? No… You wouldn’t want Avery to know your dirty little secret. So how do you suppose you’re going to tell her about us without exposing yourself?”
She looked away, crossing her arm
“We can keep this to ourselves and pretend it never happened. As far as I’m concerned, you’re Avery’s sweet little Ellie, and we just met.” She looked up at the ceiling and shook her head. Not because she wasn’t going to keep quiet, but more a sign of how fucked up this all was. To me there was no other option. “Are we in agreement?”
She looked at me, then nodded begrudgingly.
“You always did know when to submit.” My joke didn’t sit well with her because she turned a piercing look of annoyance my way.
I shrugged, then backed away toward the door.
“I gave you that card so she could help you, not so you could manipulate her.”
“Ohh, she’s helping me, Ellie… Trust me.” I smirked at her as I shut the door behind me, knowing full well she’d think I was playing a game with Avery. But this wasn’t a game. It was the story of my life—me trying desperately to hold on to something I’m not meant to have.
I slipped back into bed, and Avery barely moved as I draped my arm over her. I was destroying everything, but to me, as she nestled her head under my chin and I smelled the sweet scent of her hair mixed with the smell of the sex we’d just shared, I knew I’d do anything to keep her.
“Let me out, Xander!” she screamed at me.
“No! Not until you listen.”
“What else is there to say? It’s over. Were done.”
“He’s fucking with your head. He’s manipulating you.” The panic grew in my chest. All the shots I’d drunk threatened to come back up. I was sweating and my hands were shaking. I was a total fucking wreck.
And all because I was losing her.
I sat up in bed, breathing raggedly. “It’s not real,” I murmured to myself. I needed to reassure myself I wasn’t still in that moment. It was over. Things that happened so many years ago shouldn’t still feel so real.
by Bethany Bazile / Erotica / Romance / Contemporary have rating 4 out of 5 / Based on32 votes