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“Pity party for one,” I joked.
Xavier chuckled under his breath. “I don’t have fucking pity parties, Avery.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“Okay. So what if I do? Guys can’t bitch too? Is it only reserved for chicks?”
“Poor little rich boy, down on his luck.”
“There’s nothing little about me.” A smile splashed across his lips, and all it did was egg me on to tease him more.
Xavier huffed under his breath and unconsciously wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me down to his bed, ending my retort. He pinned one of his knees to the inside of my thigh and my body reacted immediately, my legs spreading all too easily for him. He crawled over my body and brazenly dropped his weight on me. Our limbs fused together, and for a moment sex crossed my mind even though I was still a virgin.
Xavier pressed his hips to my pelvis. My grin slipped, and so did his as things turned serious. I was instantly wet feeling his cock swell against my thin cotton cheer shorts. I clenched my thighs around him on instinct when his thick length glided up and down my pussy. It felt too good, too fast, and caused a maelstrom to build inside of me, yearning for more. My back bowed off the bed, causing my chest to push into his as he continued to work me up. He knew what he was doing. And when I rolled my hips against his and sighed at the feel of his length between my legs, he knew exactly what I was doing.
“Do it again,” he demanded. And I did. “Mmm,” he groaned. I liked the response I got out of him.
Xavier peered down at me, caging me in with his arms. The friction between us was thick as unspoken desire loomed in the air. We’d never been this bold with each other. I took small, short breaths as he did too. I stared at the brown in his eyes, captivated by how the color blended with his dilated pupils. His eyes were nearly black and they sucked me in like a vortex before my gaze found his lips. I studied his mouth, wishing I could summon the courage to kiss him. Our legs tangled together slowly, like they we’re getting acquainted. Which I guess we were. Xavier was all muscle and strength, and he smelled so good he made me want to take a bite of him. I didn’t because I was sure he’d think it was weird.
Xavier didn’t say anything, and I didn’t either. All we could do was feel each other. He released a heavy breath and dipped his head to graze the tip of my nose with his. I leaned up to close the gap.
“What if I wanted you as my guest?”
“What?” I asked, my voice soft. “Your guest for what?”
“You said I have pity parties. What if I want you as my guest?”
I held my breath while I considered a response. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking for, but I knew whatever it was, my answer was yes.
“Depends on how many people are at this party,” I said. “I’m not for everyone. I’m an acquired taste.”
“You are for me.” The corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk. It made my stomach clench. Xavier was striking. But stripped down like this, Xavier was gorgeous.
“Ave,” he said, and suddenly I was not Avery anymore.
He brought his lips to my forehead, and my lungs ached from holding my breath. He pressed a soft kiss to my skin. My shoulders loosened and I relaxed into his bed. I wished he would have kissed my lips instead.
“Can I count on your RSVP?”
I tipped my jaw up in search of his eyes. His lips were so close to mine that I felt his heated breath as he exhaled. I nodded my response.
“You have to seal it with a kiss.”
My brows shot up. I licked my parched lips and he watched. “You want to kiss me?”
I held my breath as he nodded. “God, yes. I’ve been dying to taste your lips for weeks, to feel your hands on me. I’m struggling not to kiss you right now,” he admitted.
“How come you haven’t kissed me yet?” I wasn’t sure where I found the courage to ask the question, but I blurted it out before I could stop.
“I have this feeling that if I kiss you, it will change everything. But also because I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop now that I have you under me. I shouldn’t. It’s wrong. You’re my sister’s friend, and your brothers would murder me if they saw me on top of you. But you know what?”
My heart raced a mile a minute. I was in utter shock at what I was hearing. “What?”
“I like you under me. I want to keep you there.”
“What if I…” I stumbled over my words and bit my bottom lip.
Xavier wasn’t some scrawny boy with twiggy arms. He’d filled out and shot up. His voice had deepened, and he stopped wearing a shirt most of the time. He smoked cigarettes against his parents’ wishes and stole their liquor while we were all in the same room.
