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Xander ate me methodically, with an admirable single-minded focus that had me panting, grabbing my own nipples for some relief. “Please,” I begged him when he calmed his efforts, slowing his tongue. “Please, Xander. I need to come again.”
He hummed as if thinking it over, wondering if he should give me what I wanted. The sound shot waves of pleasure through my pussy, the soft vibration a tiny taste of what I needed. Even now, he was bullying me with the power of my own need. But then he decided I’d had enough. He licked me slowly from my entrance to my clit, then blew cool air over my sensitive flesh, making me whimper. He spoke roughly, “Then come for me, Jade. Right now.”
He sucked my clit again, lavishing his tongue over the livewire tip.Fuck. At his command, I broke apart, bucking my hips involuntarily as my tension became unbearable. I swear, I stopped breathing for far too long as I rode out the orgasm, panting and trying not to scream.
“Let me hear you,” Xander told me, his voice rough. “I want to hear you every time you come. Soundproof, remember?”
“I—I need more,” I half-sobbed, and Xander sprang into action, moving up to kiss me hard on the mouth, the tang of my juices drawing a moan from my lips that he swallowed down eagerly. He spoke against my mouth.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked hurriedly. His erection, still covered by his underwear, pressed insistently against my stomach. God, he was so long. I couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside me.
“Yes,” I answered. “And I’m–I’m clean. I was tested before…”
Before Bryce. Xander nodded like he knew that was safe—they’d been friends long enough, he probablydidknow aboutBryce’s STI status. The fact that he had no qualms about sleeping with me after Bryce did said a lot about their friendship about the strange dynamic I’d formed so quickly with my ex’s best friends. Xander spoke in my ear, nipped at my jaw with his teeth. “I’m tested regularly and I’m perfectly healthy. Maybe it’s some stupid male competitiveness, but after Bryce got to have you raw, I’ve got to have the same. I won’t accept anything but the best.”
God, it made such perfect sense for him that I let out a breathy laugh. He stopped my amusement with a hard, serious look. “Please, Jade. I need to know how it feels to come inside you. Ineedto fuck you raw.”
“Yes,” I gasped when he slowly ground his hips against me. I needed it just as badly as he did, the warmth of his skin against mine, no barrier between our bodies as he thrust into me. Unable to wait any longer, I reached for him, helped him pull off his underwear so we were fully skin to skin. Just the sight of his dick made my mouth water, remembering sucking him in the locker room, but I needed him deep in my pussy this time. I helped him guide his head to my entrance, and then Xander thrust inside, all the way to the hilt, the wetness from my two orgasms making it easy despite his size. I cried out. I could feel him so deep within me that I shuddered, anticipating coming again already.
“Yes,” I gasped out as he pulled out part-way and then thrust back inside, hitting my G-spot perfectly. I wrapped my arms around Xander’s neck as he started to find a rhythm for his hips, methodical and precise as always. He buried his face against my neck as he fucked me, and I gripped his nape, my other hand mussing his usually-perfect hair.
I could feel our heartbeats thumping erratically in time with one another, feel and hear our mingled breaths heating the air. Xander kept up a punishing pace, slamming into me in a waythat would have been ungraceful if anyone else had been doing it. But he was never an animal even when he fucked like it was his job, always maintaining an air of dignity, a sexy, possessive power he wielded over my body to delicious ends. My thighs cradled his narrow hips perfectly, my inner muscles squeezing around his cock, and I pulled him closer with my legs, wrapping him up and crossing my ankles to hold him inside me. Xander swore in my ear, but even that sounded proper somehow. He gripped my ass for leverage with both hands as he continued pounding into my swollen, wanton flesh.
“I need you to come again,” he half-growled into my ear before he kissed me hard on the mouth and tangled my tongue with his. The luscious warmth of him was so intoxicating, I was almost dizzy, and I wasn’t sure his demand was something I could accommodate. But then Xander adjusted his angle and speed so he was striking directly on my G-spot, the inner pool of desire within me overflowing until I had no choice but to shout.
“Fuck,Xander!” I sobbed, feeling tears of perfect agony sliding down my cheeks. The force of his thrusts was something I’d feel echoes of forever, my poor vibrator insufficient in comparison. “Yes, God,yes.I wanna come again. Ineedyou to come inside me.”
“You’re going to get it, baby,” he said, panting. “You’re gonna come all over my cock, and your sweet pussy is gonna drip with my cum. Come for me, Jade.”
He thrust into me almost violently once, twice, three times, and then his wish was my body’s command. I could feel yet another delicious peak wracking through my entire self, taking me by surprise. I screamed, putting the basement soundproofing to good use as I rode out the bone-shaking orgasm with my own clumsy thrusts, my inner muscles milking Xander’s cock until he joined me over the edge with a sharp intake of breath, restrained and dignified to the end. The liquidheat of his cum inside me was pure perfection. I never wanted to be empty again, wanted to always be full of this power and heat.
In the catching-our-breath aftermath of it all, the heat dulled to a sweet, satisfying warmth that made me want to curl into Xander’s side. He adjusted us, needing to be in charge even in this, so that he was lying against the back cushions and I was snuggled into his chest, his long arms protective and comforting around my torso. I pressed soft kisses to the fine hair on his chest, right above his heart.
I’d crossed yet another line with these boys, now. I never would have expected this kind of behavior from myself, especially after Owen’s callousness after sex had trained me to expect that same detachment with others. Sex almost had no appeal to me at a certain point after the break-up, but after experiencing it anew with Bryce and now Xander—and hell, even the fooling around Dane and I had done in the pool house, even though we hadn’t gone all the way—I could hardly even remember my sex life before. Was this how it was for everyone? Somehow, I doubted it.
“Thank you,” I told Xander softly, kissing his jaw before I nuzzled back against his sternum, hiding my face. “That was… that was so much better than I even expected. I’ll never forget this.”
“Me neither,” he admitted. It was such a sweet admission, so unlike the ice king he’d been when we first met. Could that really have been so recent? It felt like time had sped forward to a new, more exciting future the second I’d gotten involved with these guys. “I… you’ve surprised me, new girl.”
“A good surprise?” I whispered, biting my lip to hide my smile.
“The best,” he confirmed. A pause where I could tell we were both remembering where we’d started. Xander’s cruelty, my disdain for everything he stood for. And he didn’t even knowabout the ulterior motive that had drawn me to him and his friends to begin with, though I was big enough to admit that sleeping with him now was entirely for my pleasure outside of my need for revenge. Honestly, what good was revenge if it didn’t come with this beautiful moment, the safety and comfort I felt in Xander’s arms?
“You surprised me, too,” I told him quietly. “Your sincerity. The kindness I’m not sure anyone else at Coldwater gets to see.”
We both stilled, but I didn’t feel Xander pull away. If anything, he held me tighter to him, relishing this closeness he clearly was lacking elsewhere in his life. The magic of human touch—Aunt Lynette always told me it had healing powers, and maybe it did. It had healed the rift between Xander and me, anyway.
Xander breathed in the scent of my strawberry shampoo and sighed. His voice came out a little sleepy but perfectly coherent when he spoke again.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against my hair. “I’m sorry.”
But in the perfect serenity of his arms, the afterglow of his apology, I couldn’t even remember why I should be mad at him anymore.
18
BRYCE
”Dane, dude, you wanna tell me what the hell is going on? This cryptic shit would piss me off if I wasn’t in such a good mood.”
