Chapter 33
Dahlia
Despite my skepticism, I listened to Xander’s instructions, following them as closely as possible.
“It’s one thing to know the moves. It’s a whole other thing to execute them. You need to be stable, or you’ll be the one knocked over.”
I square up to him, feet apart, and steady myself.
He clicks his tongue, flat palm shoving against my hip, and I stumble sideways.
“Wider.” His foot taps inside of mine, widening my stance, then pushes the left one back. He pushes my hip again, but this time, I hold my own. “Good, much better.”
Warmth pulls in my stomach with his praise, and I have to look away from him to hide my blush. Surprisingly, Xander has been a fantastic teacher. Patient. Never making me feel bad, no matter how many times I have to repeat it.
Then here I am, an awful student lusting after him. The student-teacher idea fills my brain, and Xander has to snap in front of my face to get my attention.
“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” He’s scanning my face, then brushes his knuckles over my no doubt red cheeks. The space between us closes, and my breath hitches as I lean closer. Just like that, Xander’s got me flipped over his shoulder and lying flat on my back.
I heave, the air knocked out of me. He’s done this countless times, and I’m positive my entire body is going to feel it in the morning.
“No matter what happens, don’t drop your guard.” I take his extended hand and let him lift me to my feet.
“You did that on purpose.”
A knowing smirk tugs at his mouth. “So what if I did? They’re not going to play fair, Dahlia. They won’t wait for you to be ready.”
His words hit where they’re meant to. I know he’s right, but it still grates. No matter how many times we’ve practiced, I haven’t managed to move him an inch.
“I don’t think I can do this.”
“Yes, you can.”
“You have over fifty pounds on me.”
“So what? Are you going to let that stop you?” he asks, grabbing a water bottle from the floor. He offers it to me first, but I shake my head. He tips it back, drinking deeply, water running down his throat.
Fine. Two can play this game.
I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. His gaze hits me hard, lashes low, pupils blown. It drags down my chest, slow and hungry, and I can feel every inch of it.
Wasting no time, I kick his foot out from under him and shove his chest before he can react. He grunts when he hits the mat, the sound echoing through the gym. For a second, he just stares up at me, stunned, and then a slow smile spreads across his face, and he starts to laugh.
“I told you you could do it.”
“I cheated a little.”
He holds out his hand, and I take it to help him up, but he pulls harder than I expect. I stumble forward and end up on top of him, straddling his waist, breath caught in my throat.
He holds me firmly in place, hands planted on my thighs when I try to get off.
Any hint of humor from a second ago has vanished.
“Dahlia, if you’re ever in the position of needing to defend yourself, I want you to use anything you can to get out of there. There’s no such thing as cheating when it comes to this.” His voice, low and controlled, drives across just how serious he is.
Swallowing hard, I nod and grip his fingers to pry his grip from me. It’s useless. He just tightens harder and then slides me back like I weigh nothing. My eyes close, and I barely catch my whimper when his hard length presses up into my core.
Rough hands slide up my sides, wrapped around my waist, and I can’t help myself from rocking against him.
“That’s not fair.”
He hums under his breath. “Did you think there wouldn’t be repercussions for taking your shirt off like this? I told you before, don’t tempt me.”
He drops both hands to the mat. Just like when we kissed, he’s waiting for me to decide what happens next.
This time though, there are no secrets left between us. No reason I shouldn’t lean into everything he’s offering.
The ache between my thighs grows, and my body shakes with the effort not to grind myself onto him.
Why can’t he just flip me over and do what he wants?
Why do I need to be the one who pushes us forward?
But I know why. No matter what he says about me tempting him, he’s always going to give me this choice.
How bad is it that I kinda don’t want him to?
My hands press on either side of his head as I lower myself until his hot breath warms my lips. The motion drags his cock against my clit, and a moan breaks free from me. I collapse, letting him take all of my weight.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Ride my cock; take what you need.” His voice vibrates through me, and something snaps.
I dig my fingers through his hair, forcing his head back and crashing my mouth against his.
He groans, tongue filling my mouth as he bucks into me.
His kiss turns desperate, bruising, as he grips the back of my neck and holds me firmly.
Xander devours me, inhaling each of my moans as he grips my ass and uses it to rock me against his cock.
My brain short-circuits, and I drag myself along him, but it’s not enough.
“I…I need.”
“Tell me.”
“More.” It’s a whine mixed with a plea.
He doesn’t hesitate. He pries my sports bra off, easier than should be possible, then lifts me with one hand and strips me with the other.
Once I’m naked, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and lowers me so that my knees replace where my hands were on either side of his head.
I try to spring forward, but he holds me in place.
Hovering, I squirm helplessly. “I’m all sweaty.”
His tongue licks my clit in response.
My attempt to squirm away is met with a growl, as if I’m keeping what he wants from him. “Sit, Dahlia.”
“What?”
“I want to eat your pussy. You’re not going to keep it from me, are you?” The tip of his tongue grazes my clit again. “You remember how good I made you feel.”
Shit. I really, really do. I nod slowly.
“Then do as you’re told.” With that, he forces my hips down.
I cry out as his tongue sinks into me, thrusting in and out. If he’s grossed out, he’s definitely not showing it. If anything, he’s even more undone than the last time.
Heat licks up my spine, and my clit pulses, demanding pressure.
I try to hold back to keep myself still, but he’s groaning as he fucks me with his tongue.
I give in, leaning forward and pressing one hand on the floor above us.
It gives me the perfect angle to grind into him, and he lays his tongue flat, obediently.
I don’t think about anything except for the way it feels and chase the tension building inside me.
My head tilts back as I arch, offering him more. I’m close, so close, but it’s not enough. Both my hands press into the ground, and I use them to rock into him. With each stroke of his tongue, I feel myself climbing higher. The air grows thin around me, and my head buzzes.
“Please. Please. Please.”
He growls, then slides his fingers over my ass and sinks them into my core, filling me as I stretch around him.
He drives them deeper each time I rock back.
He presses hard against my inner walls, and I shatter, crying out his name and dropping to my forearms, trembling and unable to keep myself up.
I don’t move, too dazed to think as ripples of pleasure linger, even after my release. Xander strokes his tongue over my overly sensitive clit, and I roll off him onto the mat, pretending I didn’t just make that squeak noise.
For a long time, I just breathe. It feels like a crime that I waited so long to do this.
I turned back to Xander, blinking my eyes open. He’s already watching, looking smug.
“Wait, I can help you.”
“No need,” he says.
I bite my bottom lip as a faint flush pinkens Xander’s cheeks, gaze pointed down shyly.
His cock is held loose in his hand, cum streaks along his abdomen.
I can’t look away. My tongue wets my bottom lip. Thick fingers swirl in the liquid. Then he brings them to my mouth.
“Open.”
I do and moan as I suck cum from him, not bothering to care that I would have been embarrassed to enjoy this before. Xander’s made it clear that he is going to enjoy anything I want.
He pulls his fingers out with the pop, then tugs me into his side, and my head rests on his shoulder. He draws slow strokes from my hip all the way up to just below my breast, goose bumps erupting in the wake of his touch.
“Dahlia, you have no idea how happy you make me.”
There’s an electric current zapping deep within me, leaving my entire body tingling. I want to bottle it up so I can feel this way forever.
Xander’s lips press into my forehead, and a low hum in his throat rumbles under my palm.
I think I’m starting to understand.