Chapter 19
Xavier is tryingto keep me distracted. He’s doing everything he can to keep my spirits up while we are stuck in this house.
And for the most part, it’s working.
Between the cards, cooking, and not to mention the sex, I barely have time to miss being out in public.
But deep in my heart, I miss socializing. I miss the energy I get from being around people. It’s like their excitement charges my battery.
Loud knocking sounds on the front door.
I sit up and look to the side of the bed where Xavier’s been sleeping at night since the night of the hotel. And today for our post-coital nap.
It’s empty and cold, meaning he’s been awake for a while.
I get up and throw on a t-shirt and shorts before cracking the bedroom door open to see who is at the front door.
Xavier glances my way as he walks past. He’s got his gun in his hand and his eyes are laser focused on the front door.
I hold my breath as his hand wraps around the doorknob.
His body is tense and rigid as he looks through the peephole. In a split second, his body relaxes.
“Who is it?” I whisper.
“Grocery delivery guy.”
“Why is he back? We just got groceries a few days ago.”
Xavier tucks his gun in the waistband of his black cargo pants before opening the door.
Those black cargo pants are going to be the death of me.
I need to get him different pants. He needs to expand his wardrobe a little.
Not waiting for the grocery guy to speak, Xavier gets right to the point. “You just gave us groceries. I think we are all set for the week.”
The guy glances at me. “This is a special delivery.”
I interrupt. “From who and why?”
He looks at me as if he can’t believe I just asked that. As if I should automatically know the answers to these questions.
He hands the freezer bag over to Xavier before returning his gaze to mine. “It’s from your dad.”
My spirits perk up a bit. “Is this over? Can we return home now? Is this his way of breaking the news to us instead of calling or texting?”
Xavier peeks inside the bag. “Nope, this isn’t the reward at the bottom of the cereal bag that you’re hoping it is, but I think you should see what’s inside.”
He walks over to me and hands me the bag.
Looking inside, I let out a loud gasp. Strawberry shortcake cupcakes.
Dad always gets me strawberry cupcakes for my birthday.
I don’t realize I’m crying until Xavier swipes the tears from my cheeks.
I whisper, “It’s my birthday today.”
How could I forget my own birthday?
How could I hope that this would be over before now?
How could I let Xavier and Daddy keep me hostage for close to eight weeks?
Xavier says bye to the guy and closes the front door before taking the bag from me and carries it into the kitchen. “Happy birthday, Princess. We will celebrate today and enjoy these cupcakes.”
I look through the kitchen doorway at him. “Celebrate how?”
His gaze darkens as he stalks over to me. He pushes me against the wall and presses his body against mine. “I have a few ideas, but how about you decide what we do? You are the birthday princess, after all.”
I know exactly what I want to do, but I promised Xavier I wouldn’t ask to leave the house again until this was over.
I want another night at the hotel. The same one we stayed at last time.
I want to relax in the hot tub on the balcony as we sip champagne after he fucks me against the balcony railing.
I want him to fuck me in the shower before we crawl into bed and snack on room service.
But that can’t happen. I made a promise, and as much as it kills me to stay inside this house, I have to honor my word.
But it’s my birthday today. That should be an exception, right?
I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I want to do to celebrate, but the only thing that comes out is, “How about we eat a cupcake and play some cards?”
His eyes widen, as if that is the last thing he expected to come out of my mouth, but he nods his head. “As you wish.”
Fuck.
There’s so much more I’d rather wish for.
I follow him into the kitchen and watch as he opens the container of cupcakes and puts one on a plate for me and one for him.
He places a plate in front of me and I blurt out, “Have you ever had sex in public? And I’m not referring to the balcony of a hotel.”
Xavier sits in the seat across from me and raises his eyebrow at my blunt question. “No. I admit the balcony was as public as I’ve ever attempted.”
“Why?” I take a bite of the all too familiar cupcake, moaning as the sweet strawberry jelly melts on my tongue.
“Well, first off, the military frowns upon arrests.”
I roll my eyes. Isn’t the risk of being caught part of the thrill? Isn’t that what makes it more exciting?
“Is that the only reason you haven’t tried a more public place?”
“Not necessarily. I guess I haven’t found someone I wanted to take the risk with.”
His face twists into a grimace, like he’s hiding something. Like he has someone in mind. Or had.
Did he fall in love with someone while he was overseas?
Did she die?
I shake that thought away, not wanting to consider that possibility. That would be one of the worst things to have to endure.
“Two things.” I say and wait for him to look up at me from his cupcake.
“One, after my birthday celebration, I want to know what you’re hiding from me. The good. The bad. The ugly. I want to know it all because I can tell something is bothering you, and it’s not good to keep stuff bottled up.”
When he doesn’t respond, I continue and say, “And two, I suggest we go somewhere and have public sex. You need to live a little. It’s clear we are going to be here for a very long time, and we might as well enjoy every minute of it.”
I take another bite of my cupcake as Xavier mulls over my suggestion.
A small smile forms on his face. “I’m pretty sure the hotel room balcony is as public as you’ve been as well, but it’s ok to say it’s for me. I’d be an idiot to complain.”
He doesn’t even mention my first point. It confirms that something is bothering him that he hasn’t talked about.
“So, what do you think? Can we go out and get freaky in public?”
His lips curl up into a grin. “Get freaky in public?”
“Yeah. I mean, I guess I could have just said something like, will you take me somewhere very public and fuck me senseless until I can’t think or walk straight?”
He freezes as he stares at me.
I chuckle. “See? That’s why I worded it as getting freaky. It’s more humorous, but it still gets the point across.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I already made plans for us tonight.”
Now it’s my turn to be speechless.
He made plans for us? For tonight? Did he know it was my birthday?
“You knew today was my birthday?”
“Of course. You told me when we were playing cards.”
“And you remembered?”
He shrugs. “What can I say? I have a great memory.”
I stare at him in amazement.
Austin couldn’t remember my birthday even after three years together, but Xavier remembered and we aren’t even a couple.
“Let’s go.” I say as I stand and shove the rest of my cupcake in my mouth. I need to change into something sexier with easy access.
To my surprise, Xavier already packed us an overnight bag and booked the hotel room from last time.
We pile into his car, and he starts driving toward the beach. I find a seductive song on the radio and smile as Xavier shoots me a questioning look.
“What? It’s a good song.”
“I’m not judging. I’m more surprised than anything that you know this song.”
I cross my arms tightly underneath my breasts, pushing them closer together and up higher. “Why? Because you think I’m an innocent girl that only does what her daddy says?”
“I don’t think that way. Besides, I know how not innocent you are.” His eyes fill with heat as his gaze moves down to my breasts.
Undoing my seat belt, I lean across the center console and trail my fingers over the zipper of his pants.
“Do you want to know a secret about me?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he nods.
I fist his growing erection through his pants. “I’ve always wanted to give road head, and today is the day I’m going to make it happen.”
Xavier glances from the road to me, back to the road, like he’s unsure of what to say.
Maybe he’s trying hard not to come right here on the spot. He is really hard right now.
He adjusts his position to give me access to his pants’ button and zipper. I make quick work of his pants and free his cock.
Bending down, I lick the tiny drop that has gathered on the tip. He groans and thrust his hips up.
“You sure are impatient.”
He grunts in response.
I lean up and look him in the eye as he gets to the stop sign at the end of the gravel road. “I have almost thirty minutes until we get there. Let me take my time and please you.”
I lick my lips before gripping his shaft and guiding him into my mouth. I wrap my lips around him and hollow out my cheeks as I suck him, as if my life depends on it.
He hisses out, “Fuck, Princess. Your mouth is begging for my come.”
I moan around his cock, sucking him deeper into my mouth. I use all my tricks and everything I learned he liked from the night at the hotel.
I stroke his shaft as I twirl my tongue around the underside of his cock. His groans turn me on, encouraging me to go faster.
Sucking on the head of his cock, I pump his shaft in rhythm with my sucking.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.”
“Mmmm.” I moan, needing to feel his release in my mouth.
“Princess.” My nickname comes out as a warning. “I don’t want to come. Not now.”
I can hear it in his strained voice. He doesn’t want to come, but his body is begging for release.
Sitting up, I release his cock with a loud popping sound, giving him the time he needs to let his orgasm slip away slightly.
“Why? You have incredible rebound time. Plus, it’s a half hour drive. We have plenty of time.”
“We don’t have thirty more minutes, and even if I have an incredible rebound time, it isn’t fair to you. You should always come first. No ands, ifs, or buts.”
“You can make me come first, second, and even third later. How about that?”
I don’t wait for his answer. I lean back down and suck his cock in my mouth, taking it all the way to the back of my throat.
I suck and stroke him in perfect unison, like I’m a conductor leading an orchestra.
Faster and deeper, I suck him. Salty and tangy flavors assault my taste buds and I know he’s close.
His hips thrust his cock deeper into my throat as his hand tangles in the back of my hair.
“Do you want my come? Do you want me to fill your pretty little mouth? Are you going to swallow every last drop?”
His voice is tense, like he needs to hear how much I need him in order to be pushed off the cliff.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod as much as I can with his cock shoved into my mouth.
A few strokes later, he tenses before hot come fills my mouth. I swallow his salty seed as he lets out a string of curses.
When his cock stops twitching, I lick him clean before sitting back in my seat.
I turn my entire body to face him and lean my back against the door.
Opening my legs, I hike up my skirt to show him my bare pussy.
“No panties?” he asks with a chuckle in his voice.
“I wanted it to be easy.”
My fingers slide through my wet folds before dipping inside my pussy.
“I’m so wet for you. I can’t wait to feel you stretch me wide open.”
Xavier looks at me before looking at my hand. “Fuck. I’m already hard again.”
I finger fuck my pussy, imagining it’s Xavier pleasing me. Letting out a moan, I say, “God, I need you right now.”
The car swerves to the side before coming to a stop. I look around while my fingers are still inside my dripping pussy.
In a blink of an eye, Xavier is out of the car and walking to my door.
No. He wouldn’t fuck me on the side of the road, would he?
He opens my door, pulls me out of the car, and bends me over the hood of the car before shoving his rock hard dick inside me.
Grabbing my fingers that were shoved into my pussy, he guides them to his face. Inhaling my scent, he growls and sucks my juices off my fingers.
“You taste so fucking delicious, Princess.”
He pounds into my pussy like a starving man, bringing me to the edge of oblivion and back.
His grip on my hips tightens to near bruising as he delivers blow after sweet blow to my pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream as the edges of my vision turn hazy and my orgasm slams through me.
All tension flees my body as pleasure quakes through me.
I barely register the growl that rips from Xavier’s throat as he comes.
We stay locked together for several moments as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
Fuck. How am I ever going to go back to mediocre sex when I’ve tasted mind-blowing sex like this?
Instead of parking at the hotel, like I expected, Xavier drives down the strip to a remote end of the beach.
“What are we doing here?” I ask in a whisper.
He lets out a soft laugh. “Your birthday wish was to go somewhere public and have sex. What’s more public around here than the beach?”
I scrunch up my face. “But the sand.”
He gets out and walks around the car to open my door. “There are places to have sex that don’t involve laying on the sand.”
“Where is there no sand at the beach? And don’t say the bathrooms, because I might hit you.”
Leaning his head back, he lets out a howl of laughter. “Come on, Princess. Let’s make all your dreams come true.”
“Fine, but I better not get sand in any of my holes, or tonight is going to be very lonely for you.”
He chuckles and leads me to the stairs that lead down to the beach.
There aren’t many people out and about, so we might not get caught and arrested for indecent exposure or lewd acts.
“A lifeguard stand?” I ask as I see one in the distance.
“Not that one.” He points in the opposite direction. “This one.”
The one he’s pointing out looks like a lifeguard”s house and not just a stand for someone to sit on.
“Come on. We don’t have all night.” I pull him by his hand, eager for another round.
“But we do have all night.” He teases.
“Not here. I want to enjoy the hotel room and the hot tub. And the shower. And the balcony. And-”
Xavier picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, cutting me off. “And hopefully the bed for a time or two.”
“Xavier! My ass is in the air. People will see.”
He slaps my ass, hard, before saying, “They are about to see a lot more.”
I feel as giddy as a horny teenager and giggle as he places me down on the chair inside the lifeguard hut, and kneels before my legs.
I scoot closer to the edge, needing him to be closer to my aching center.
His fiery gaze burns into mine as he slips one finger in me, then another. My walls tighten as he pumps in and out of me.
Looking down, I watch as my juices cover his fingers.
I lean my head back and close my eyes as I moan out, “Fuck, Xavier.”
His warm mouth covers my clit before his tongue laps at the tiny bud.
Pleasure shoots through me and I know I’m already close. I should be able to last longer.
I should be able to resist the orgasm that is threatening to explode inside me, but I can’t.
Xavier’s attention on my clit mixed with his two fingers pummeling my pussy is too much to bear.
I scream out loud as stars burst behind my closed eyelids.
“God, yes! Fuck!”
Xavier doesn’t relent. His fingers still fuck me, not letting me come down from my high as his tongue circles my clit, bringing me higher and higher.
“Xavier, please. Oh God, please. I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside of me.” Anything to get him to let me come down back to earth.
“You can and you will.” He growls out before standing in front of me.
I think I just died and went to heaven. How else can I describe this weightless feeling?