A fire ignited within me, fueled by his words and the heated intensity of his touch. The rasp of his stubble on my soft wet parts only drove me crazier.
A strong, unstoppable need built within me, like a wildfire raging out of control.
"Oh fuck," I cried out as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
He was a mess. Xander, a god who didn’t bother shaving regularly, desperately needed a haircut, and wore ridiculous Hawaiian shirts with combat boots. Any woman could see the neon sign above him flashing ‘man child.’
Although, I was also above him now, my hips bucking wildly against his face. I chased that upward slope of intensity with wild abandon.
My abs wrenched up tightly as I grew more tense, more wound up. The irrational thought that I might die if I didn’t find release soon took hold of my mind.
Xander's fingers and tongue worked in perfect harmony to elicit the most delicious sensations from me.
Every movement, every flick of his tongue was calculated and precise, driving me closer and closer to the edge. As I neared my peak, my mind became consumed with the fear that only he knew how to make me feel this way, that without him I would never reach this level of euphoria again.
Then his tongue turned rigid and his touch quickened, pushing me over the edge so fast I didn’t know where the ground was.
"Xander, oh god, yes!" I screamed, throwing my head back as the waves of pleasure crashed over and through me. My body shuddered violently, writhing in the throes of an agonizingly sweet release, each contraction pulling me deeper into the abyss of pleasure.
My body still buzzed with need even as my knees relaxed from around his head. Xander looked up at me, licking his wet lips like the cat who got the cream. The devilish spark in his eyesradiated satisfaction that bordered on smugness. “That’s one, sweetheart.”
My competitive side reared up for attention. “That was your freebie. I didn’t want you to think you didn’t have a chance... even if you don’t.”
His thumb brushed against the sensitive skin where my inner hip and thigh met, as he stared at me like he could see straight through my bluff. Like he knew he was going to win.
And we both knew he wanted to win more than my body. I couldn’t allow that though. Not when he hurt me so badly already.
No one hurt me twice. I was smarter than that.
Is that why you let him lick you to a bone shaking orgasm?my senses asked.
Before I could get into the debate with myself, I was on my back.
Xander’s free hand pushed up my tank top.
The way we were chained, neither of us could divest ourselves of our tops, but I unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way. My fingers trailed down the washboard of his cut muscles, making my chained-up hand jealous.
The fabric bound tight above my freed breasts, perking them up for him to drop and wrap his lips around my nipple. Electricity jolted from behind my bud of flesh, striking down between my legs, causing another rush of desire to coat my thighs. Fuck, why did I feel like I was even more desperate to come a second time?
Xander shoved his shorts down. Sure enough he wasn’t wearing underwear, who could be surprised? The man clearly had a grudge against clothing.
I hated how I found that detail of him going commando so fucking sexy. I knew it would burn me up whenever I saw him in the future.
My mouth went dry as his thick cock sprung free, the tip glistening with his desire.
A smirk pulled his mouth in that sinful manner that made me want to either kiss or punch it off. Maybe both.
“You know what’s going to make this easy, sweetheart?”
I scowled at him, openly communicating I wasn’t interested in chit chat right now.
He dropped his hips, nudging at my lower lips with his cock, causing me to gasp and dig my hand into the sheets.
Xander kept nudging at my wet entrance even as he kissed his way over to my other nipple then up the sensitive column of my neck until his hot breath washed over my ear.
“Because I know you think of me when you touch yourself. I know when you grow wet, my name is already bouncing around your mind. And because it’s already balanced on the tip of your tongue, I can push it out whenever I want.”
As he said that last part, he thrust his rigid cock into me, filling and stretching me in ways I’d forgotten were possible.
