Chapter 11 - Xavier

Xavier

B ennet’s invitation ping-ponged in my head as I stared at Victoria. She stood there on the sidewalk in that dress with those eyes, that hair, those legs, smiling at me in her way. Tempting me without uttering a sound.

“You sure you want to go there?” I asked.

The soft material of her dress swayed in rhythm with her hips when she walked closer. Reaching for my shirt collar, she pulled it aside.

She nodded, touching the inked section near my collarbone. “It’ll be fun. I can get to know your friends.” The touch of her hand on my skin was heaven. Her eyes met mine, her voice getting lost in the night air when she said, “I want to kiss you here.”

“Go ahead.”

The heels gave her some added height, making it easier for her to reach her intended target. I speared my fingers into her gorgeous cinnamon locks as she pressed a gentle kiss to my clavicle. Her lips lingered for a few seconds before she parted them, leaving several soft, open-mouthed kisses.

“Careful, or we’ll draw a crowd,” I half-scolded. But the second she pulled away, I captured her lips in mine. Her soft moan sounded so sweet, so pure. I kissed her harder, deeper, claiming her.

Victoria jumped back with a start, her face flushed with desire. Those lush, pouty lips were already swollen. I wanted to bite them. Mark her.

“Do you want to go to Bennet’s?” Her inquisitive eyes searched me.

“I want to go wherever you are.”

“Smooth. Seriously, what do you want to do?”

“We can go for a little while. He has this library we all hang out in. He hosts parties there, too.”

“Do you go?”

“Sometimes.”

“What kind of parties?” Her eyes had this faraway look, almost like she’d lost herself in some fantasy. Whatever it was, it made her eyes appear darker, more intense.

“Not as scandalous as what you’re thinking.” I grinned. “Although that doesn’t mean everyone behaves. It’s just people enjoying one another’s company.”

“I enjoy your company.”

Her words arrowed through me. But her expression nearly killed me. She’s gorgeous when she smiles but right now she’s radiant. She’s radiant because she enjoys being with me and that’s more than I expected.

“I enjoy your company, too.”

“Good. So you’ll take me to Bennet’s? I really want to know more about you and what you like.”

“What I like?”

She bit down on her lip before tossing out one of her smart ass answers. “You had your hands on me all night at the table in front of everyone. You clearly like to push limits. I want to see how far you can push mine.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “What makes you think I won’t do it right here?”

Her laugh washed over me. She had no idea what she was asking. She thought this was all a game.

I took her hand in mine. “Victoria.”

Wide, clear green eyes looked up at me. “Yes, Xavier?”

Hearing her hauntingly sweet voice say my name as though it’s only meant to cross her lips was everything I ever wanted. I circled my fingers around her wrist and slowly ran my thumb along the underside until I felt her pulse. I made sure the ring I had on pushed into her silky skin. Goosebumps crawled up her arm.

I lifted her wrist and pressed my lips to her pulse point. “I’m not sharing you with anyone tonight.”

Her mouth popped open in a small O shape. I grinned.

“You’re adorable when you’re speechless. Come.”

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I kept her soft body close while hailing a cab. I only let her go to climb into the taxi but then she proceeded to torture me on the ride to my flat, kissing me on the soft spot below my ear and inching her hand up my thigh.

“Who’s the menace now?” I growled, stopping her hand.

“But I can see how hard you are,” she purred. “And I don’t want to wait.”

She wriggled her hand free from mine and gripped my erection through my pants, stroking it. Oh shit. My head fell back just as the cab driver stole a glance in the rearview mirror.

My cock felt like a rod of painful need throbbing behind the zipper.

“You’re killing me,” I moaned, closing my eyes, almost letting her service me right here.

Almost.

I opened my eyes to see her staring at me with liquid desire. I had to do something before I unraveled on the spot .

Moving quick, I molded my mouth to hers, loving the sounds of surprise and pleasure vibrating through her. Her hand moved away from my crotch to slide under my shirt.

She parted her lips and I chased the silkiness of her tongue with my own, until she went pliant in my arms.

“Xavier,” she whispered, “why did you stop?”

“Do you want more?” My voice went dark again. Intense. The question came out more like a warning.

“Yes.”

“How much more?”

“All of it.”

Three simple words stirred up the old me. The me whose reputation was well known at Bennet’s parties for a certain type of experience in and out of the bedroom. The me I’d buried years ago.

I pulled her close, biting down on her plump lower lip. Hard. Harder than I have before. Hard enough to leave a mark. Hard enough for her to grunt against it in shock but not stop it. When I pulled back, her dark, hooded eyes seared me. Eyes that still wanted more. I looked at her swollen, marked lip and dipped my head to lick and gently kiss the pain away.

“Is that what you wanted?”

Her satisfied smile sent a bolt of lust through me. “Yes.”

There is nothing sexier than a smart, independent woman willing to surrender to her desires. Willing to trust me with them. I kissed her again, pulling her as close to me as I could, feeling as much of her as this damn backseat would allow.

“Five minutes,” I whispered. “Just five more minutes.”

She nestled into my side, resting her head on my shoulder. Her chest rose and fell on a contented sigh. I pulled out my phone and texted Bennet. No need for the lads to wait around for no reason.

Another sigh. God, she was all softness and warmth. My head dropped to hers and I inhaled the scent of her shampoo. Warm and sensual, just like her.

We arrived at my place not a minute too soon. I watched her curvy body as she moved through the townhouse. So graceful and elegant and alluring. I followed her into the living room toward the windows.

“That’s quite a view,” she murmured.

“It is.”

She turned. “Did you mean me?”

Everything in me ignited. Yes, obviously. The specific view in my mind consisted of Victoria down on her knees, staring up at me with those big green eyes. I didn’t say that to her. Instead, I said, “Please have a seat on the ottoman by the chair. I’ll be right over.”

A pink flush stained her cheeks since I’d said it in that voice. She eyed me with interest while she walked to where I’d directed her. I purposely watched her, waiting until she was seated before I went to the sideboard and grabbed a bottle of scotch and two glasses.

I was improvising.

Okay, I was stalling because if I didn’t occupy myself with getting drinks I’d already have her bent over the couch with my cock buried deep inside her.

After I poured the scotch, I brought the glasses over. She looked up at me when I handed her the drink.

“Such a gentleman.”

I rolled my eyes and sat in the chair, which was a touch higher than the ottoman. And since she’s astute, she repositioned herself to sit on her knees and lean back on her heels, giving her more leverage. I fucking loved it.

“How does it feel to be back in the lion’s den?” I asked, taking a long swallow of scotch.

“It feels like you might need a lion tamer,” she sassed back.

“Is that what you want? To tame me?” I stroked my lip. “And how will you do it?”

She cast her eyes down, parting her lips to suck in a breath. The swell of her breasts pushed against the clingy blue material of her dress. Watching all the different ways her body reacted to me was an aphrodisiac. When she looked up at me again through her lashes, her pupils were so dilated I could barely see any green.

“You won’t do it by looking at me with your fuck me eyes,” I growled, taking her glass and placing it on the table next to me. I put mine there as well.

“I don’t want to tame you.” Her voice was low and husky and undeniably sexy.

The part I’d buried snapped fully awake. And it was famished . The ottoman wasn’t far from the chair at all. In fact, my knees rubbed against it when I leaned forward to flatten my palms on it.

Our faces were close. Almost level. Her lips parted ever so slightly.

“Do you know what that means, Victoria? I can do whatever I want to you, wherever I want. Hike your dress up minutes before a press conference, spread your legs wide until your cunt is exposed and shag you until you can’t walk. Fuck you against the wall outside the Black Rose. Take you to one of Bennet’s parties and fuck you in the library so hard my friends will hear you scream my name. Bend you over my lap and spank your ass until your eyes water and you come so hard you’ll forget everything except the sting of my hand on your skin.”

I stood up, tilting her chin so she looked at me. “Do you still want me untamed?”

She stared at me with hungry emerald eyes and an even hungrier mouth. “Yes, please,” she said hoarsely.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

She complied without hesitation, swallowing hard. I moved closer, fisting my hand in her hair and kissing her. Our tongues met in a coil of dirty, silky promises.

I pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down and unclasped her bra. “Undress. But keep your heels on.”

Dark red hair fell around her shoulders in messy waves as she reached behind her back. Her eyes drowned in lust when she dropped the bra and dress to the floor. She kept her blue lace panties on which will have to be dealt with shortly.

But my knees still weakened because fuck all she’s perfect. I’d seen her naked only a few nights ago but the lights were dim and we were too busy shagging like mad for me to really appreciate how gorgeous she truly is. The fullness of her breasts. The ivory-pale skin. The dark pink nipples already peaked and raw. Her supple, soft stomach and the kind of hips meant for grasping.

Perfect and curved and mine.

A spark of mischief filled her eyes.

I tilted my head. “What?”

“I want to undress you. Do I need your permission?”

I smirked, sliding my hands in my pockets. “I’m not undressing.” Her face fell. “But I’ll allow you to unbutton my shirt. That’s all.”

I remained still while she loosened the buttons. Similar to when we stood on the sidewalk, she placed open-mouthed kisses on my chest.

Only this time, she moved lower.

I clenched my hands when she went to her knees and unbuckled my pants.

“That’s not what I told you to do.”

A coy smile curled her lips. “I know. Am I in trouble?”

Oh fuck me. She wants this. And she knows exactly what she’s doing. That’s a massive turn on.

“Yes,” I growled. “You’re in trouble. Don’t move.”

When I started to walk behind her, she reached up and cupped my dick. I exhaled sharply. Her feisty defiance affected me in ways I didn’t know existed. I looked around the room. The ottoman was too low.

Oh, wait.

I sat in the chair. Smiling to myself, I finished unbuckling my pants, lowering them and my boxer briefs enough to free my aching cock. One hand went in my hair. I fisted myself with the other .

Victoria watched with great intensity while I stroked myself hard and rough.

The pink of her tongue darted out for a quick lick.

Fuck. Those soft lips.

They’d feel so much better on me than my own hand.

Her hand would feel better on me.

I groaned, pumping harder. All of her is right in front of me. Kneeling and waiting and watching and parting those lips and…

I stopped and pushed the ottoman away with my foot.

“Kneel here,” I rasped.

I made the mistake of assuming she’d crawl over to me. But no. Not her.

She stood and walked to me, standing between my legs. I fucking loved this push and pull. I hooked a finger into the front of her panties and pulled it down so I could see the smooth rise of her pubic bone. I needed a taste. Even with my cock jutting up between us hard as steel and begging for relief I needed to taste her.

I pulled the lace down more and leaned forward. Her soft bud of flesh was visible, begging to be licked. I flattened my tongue on it and licked up slowly. Fuck me. That taste was everything. Clean and feminine and designed to drive men like me insane.

So I tasted again.

Hearing her soft moan made my dick twitch. I leaned back in the chair.

“Will you show me what you wanted to do in the taxi?”

She nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Would you have knelt in front of me in there on the dirty floor?”

“Yes.”

The corner of her mouth ticked up as she lowered herself to her knees. I’ve never been harder than this in my life. Never .

I reclined on my elbow again, returning one hand to my hair. The other fisted by my thigh.

“Dirty princess?”

She looked up at me.

“Show me what I missed out on.”

A full smile. One that screamed smart ass comebacks and the complete desertion of all self-imposed bullshit policies about fucking pro-athletes.

She ran her nails along my thighs and flicked her tongue on my dick before looking me in the eye and wrapping her lips around it. Then she slid her mouth down, her tongue flat and warm and so fucking soft on my concrete shaft.

“Oh shit,” I hissed.

That felt good.

Holy fuck that felt good.

I watched her head bob up and down in a sea of red waves. Exquisite. Threading my fingers through her hair, I gathered it to the side so I could see her face. The blush on her cheeks. The way her eyelashes fluttered.

Watching her was hypnotic. Feeling her was heaven. I’m enthralled and I can’t explain it. I don’t want to explain it. I only wanted to feel her mouth and tongue and teeth while she worshipped me.

With a growl, I thrust my hips up, filling her to the back of her throat. I had to.

She swallowed against me. Her throat squeezed the head of my cock and her tongue pressed on the shaft.

“Christ,” I muttered, thrusting into her throat again, and then again. When she swallowed against me this time I lost it.

I shot my load in her mouth so hard I clutched the arms of the chair. She swallowed all of my seed down without hesitation, swirling her tongue around my pulsing length, sucking slowly, coaxing every last drop out of me .

The sensation was too much. She was too much and not enough and just right all rolled into one beautiful package. My breath left me in a rush when I pulled her lips off me.

Staring down at her absolutely fucking shredded me. Swollen, used lips. Smudged mascara. Eyes wide and glassy, shining like emeralds. Her flushed skin gleamed faintly with sweat. Seeing her like this, on her knees, vulnerable and gazing up at me was better than I imagined.

I wanted more.

Now.

“Take off your knickers and wait outside on the patio.”

Her chest rose on a quick intake of air but she stood, took off her panties and went to the bifold door. She opened it without hesitation and walked outside. I followed behind, approaching her slowly.

“Hop up on the table.”

She did, letting out a little yelp when her bare skin hit the surface. “It’s cold,” she giggled.

“Not for long.” I spread her legs wide and reached behind her to pull her closer to the edge. When I pressed against her, my dick nestled against her warm, wet folds.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. But you look so hot in them. Are you going to have sex with me fully dressed?”

“Yes.”

She slid her hands down my chest. “Do you like having your women naked while you fuck them with your clothes on?”

“I like having you naked. No more questions.”

My breathing became heavy when she reached between us to stroke me.

“Okay, no more questions,” she agreed and then sassed, “Maybe if you weren’t so bossy you’d be inside me already.”

She pressed the head of my cock to her entrance.

Wait, wait, wait. How did she flip the script here?

“Patience,” I growled, putting my hand on hers .

Her quiet laugh was punctuated by a teasing smile. Wide and sweet and sexy and fuck me there’s the damn thing again in my chest.

Exhaling sharply, I regained composure and licked and kissed my way down to her breast. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I sucked and nibbled, then I bit down gently. She reacted how I wanted. Arching, gasping, and writhing.

When I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom, she stopped me.

“I’m on birth control.”

I’ve heard those words before and always ignored them, opting to use protection anyway. But hearing them come out of Victoria’s mouth was a different experience. A different feeling.

For a split second, I felt like a virgin about to shag for the first time. I knew I was headed for the point of no return. And I was fine with it because the point of no return was Victoria Chase and that’s all that mattered to me.

I needed to be inside her. Right the fuck now. I looked down to watch the head of my dick slide in. She felt like nothing else. I drew in long, deep breaths as I pushed farther inside. The feel of her made it difficult to be gentle. So warm and soft, like velvet. And so, so, tight.

Warding off my instinct to fuck without mercy was impossible. My body shook with the unrelenting need to drive into her. But this had to be slow to start.

Had. To.

I need to remember how this feels for the rest of my life. I buried myself in her until I had nothing left to give, until I felt her warm, wet flesh on my lower abdomen.

“Xavier, you feel so good,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair and pulling.

“I want to be rough with you, Victoria. Possessive,” I panted. “So possessive. Tell me that’s okay.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please. ”

“Please what?” I collared her neck with my hand, squeezing ever so slightly to feel her pulse.

“You know I like it that way.” I heard a smile in her tone along with a hint of impatience. “You know that’s how I want it. Be rough with me. Use me. Claim me. Don’t hold back.” She pulled my hair. Hard. “Please.”

Instinct took over. I started fucking her in earnest now. No more slow movements. I held her hips to keep her still as I stabbed into her again and again with bruising force. Her shoes fell to the ground with a dull thud.

“More, please, more,” she begged, wrapping her legs around my thighs.

I gave it to her without hesitation.

A deep, rough sound pushed out from me the second I felt her cervix wrap around the head of my cock. It was a sensation so primal I’d move heaven and earth to feel it again and again. I’d sell my own goddam soul to be inside her every day like this.

I stopped thrusting just to feel her wet, tight cunt squeeze around me.

“Don’t move,” I growled when she flexed her hips. “Stay still or you’ll make me come before I want to.”

I pressed my forehead to hers and looked down at where we were joined. I’ve never stopped mid-shag like this to admire how two bodies connected with such perfection.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said quietly, caressing her. “So beautiful.”

Victoria’s breathing was harsh and loud. “I can’t…this is so,” she panted, grabbing and twisting my shirt. “ Fuck . Xavier. You’re so hot. This is so…filthy and sexy and perfect and…I love it. I love how dirty this is. I love how you feel inside me.”

I’ve done plenty of dirty things in the past but all of it paled compared to this moment. This filthy, hot, perfect moment on my patio with Victoria. And only with Victoria .

“I want to feel you come around me,” I said, keeping our foreheads together.

“That won’t be a problem,” she replied, scratching her nails on my scalp. Then she did this adorable small laugh and it made her clench around me. I almost saw stars.

“Stay. Still.”

Sorry, she mouthed, looking directly into my eyes. Pretty much anything she did was guaranteed to make me explode at any second.

“Try not to move,” I said, sliding a hand to rub her clit.

Victoria’s response was immediate. She trembled and quivered around my dick. I knew staying still was difficult for her because it was unnatural for me. We both liked it hard and fast and this was…well, this was something new.

I increased the pressure and pace.

“This is…I can’t,” she whimpered. “I’m trying.”

“I know you are,” I whispered. “You’re my filthy, sexy girl aren’t you. Letting me fill you like this. Keeping my cock buried inside your cunt. Out on my patio. Do you like this, Victoria? Do you like being used this way?”

“Yes,” she groaned. Her head rolled to the side, exposing her silky neck.

“Do you like being my dirty princess?” I kissed her, then bent my head to bite along her neck. “I’ll make you break your policy forever. I’ll make you mine. And it will be so easy. So bloody easy.”

I pressed my thumb on her clit. Actually, the ring on my thumb. She bucked her hips and gasped. I didn’t stop her from moving this time. Instead, I withdrew my cock until only the head remained inside her, rubbing her clit faster and harder.

Her mouth opened on a silent groan. She was coming now. Her body shuddered and rolled. When her pussy spasmed around me, I slammed into her again and didn’t stop, ruthlessly fucking her harder and deeper, riding through her orgasm. Biting her neck and shoulders. Holding her so tight, so tight.

A dark, primal urgency streaked up my shaft and through my belly and thighs, going right to my spine. My hips jerked and stomach muscles tensed. Her nails dug into my ass and that did it. I climaxed hard.

Vicious, throbbing ecstasy.

The pulsing seemed to go on forever. And every pulse matched the beat of my heart.

It’s not lost on me how bare I am with her in ways I’d vowed never to allow again.

I kept spilling inside her, thrusting and milking every last bit of my orgasm until the pulsing subsided.

Then she looked at me with her big green eyes and smiled, sated and content. The sight nearly shattered me on the spot when my chest did the thing .

“You make me so weak.” She kissed me, curling her hands behind my neck. “So weak. I can’t control myself around you.”

“You do the same to me,” I admitted, holding her close.

We stayed wrapped up like this for a long moment. I would have stayed out here all night if Victoria hadn’t shivered in my arms. Years of proper schooling and upbringing finally smacked me on the head and I took off my shirt.

“Put this on.” I draped it over her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She fastened most of the buttons. “Won’t you be cold?”

“No. We’re going in now. I need to get you cleaned up.”

I helped her off the table, zipped myself back up and led her to the kitchen. She waited while I found a washcloth and cleaned her with warm water. The dreamy look on her face made me smile.

“That’s the same smile you had last night out by your car,” she mused.

“Is it?” I leaned in and brushed my lips to hers. “Wonder why. ”

Her eyelids fluttered closed when I deepened our kiss, licking into her mouth gently and reverently. I could kiss her like this forever.

“You know what I think?” she asked against my mouth.

“Tell me.”

“I think you should fuck me again. Right now.”