Xavier FINAL(58)

     She was into it, fucking my face as she screamed into the pillow she held with one hand and pulling my hair with the other. She came hard and her thighs crushed against my head. I nipped them forcing her to pull away. Not hard but like a dog would snap at another when it was trying to steal its food. That shit was mine, all fucking mine.

     When she laid limp. I kissed down her ankles and knelt looking at the pussy I was about to be in balls deep. I grabbed her ankles to drag her to me and she pulled her foot back and then pushed it slowly between my legs, right against my cock. If she pushed any harder that shit would have hurt but right now just that little bit of pressure felt real fucking good.

     She put the pillow beside her, sat up, and pushed her hair out of her face. She looked at me as she straightened herself up trying to appear poised. It was kind of fucking cute.

     “Thanks for that.” Then she pulled her feet up and looked down at my cock. “You may want to take care of that. Time for work.”

     Quick as shit she was off the bed and in the bathroom. I heard the door lock and then the shower start.

     No. Fucking. Way.





Chapter 14



     Player two



     I stepped into the hot shower and let the water cascade down my very sensitive and extremely erect nipples, laughing to myself.

     The look on his face was priceless. I wouldn’t need a photo of that to hold on to the memory of what I had just done to Xavier. Smoking hot, hung, abundantly talented, Xavier Steel, looked like the football captain who was blown off on Prom night, by me.

     I finished up my shower and opened the door expecting to see him on the other side the same way I had seen him the night before when he took me, unwillingly. Okay unwilling for two point five seconds before he was inside me. That look he had in his eyes as he fucked me against the wall was heat, anger, and something else. Something raw and animalistic. Something that made me boil inside. Something that was still haunting me.

     How could you want and hate a feeling at the same time? If I allowed myself I could fall for him. How stupid would that be? I was coming off of a break up that should have put me on the couch or in bed for at least a week, giving myself enough time to lick my wounds and allow the painful experience to be turned into a life lesson. A lesson I would carry like a scar, a constant reminder of why the hell that would never happen again.

     But Xavier was around every corner I tried to hide in. He was lighting up the darkness. No he wasn’t just lighting it up, he was setting raging infernos around me and inside me. I should walk away now so I wouldn’t get burned by this game we were playing, but I didn’t want to. Not even a little.

     After I was dressed I walked down the stairs and found him sitting at the desk.

     “Good shower?” He asked in an aloof tone.

     “Yep, you gonna take one?”

     “Should I?”

     He was acting like nothing had happened, like he was unaffected by what I had just done and damn if it didn’t make me angry. I didn’t just want to bask in that moment, I wanted to bathe in it, rub his nose in it, and make him not forget that this was a game with two players, not one.

     I reached over the desk and swiped my finger across his lower lip. “Probably, you got a little on you still.”

     His eyebrow slowly raised and I turned and walked away.

     “Coffee?” I asked over my shoulder.

     “Do you think you can handle it?” He chuckled.

     “Sure thing.”

     ~

     He didn’t shower. He spent three hours of the morning on the phone. He was adamant that the office slash studio be presentable by the weekend. He seemed to have faith that the general contractor would have the window in and walls up.

     I was given the task, via email from Xavier, who sat a mere ten feet away from me at maximum all morning long, to find dates and times of performances for at least four of the artists this week.

     It wasn’t as easy as it sounds. None of the prospective clients had web or social media pages with accurate information. Some hadn’t even bothered to list where they would be playing, or they would just give a street name, not the bar’s name. It was more scanning web pages hoping that the bar or club had an events page on their self-made websites. Frustrating as hell, but I found four.