Chapter 15
Harper
Xander dove at me, and I barely suppressed my eep of surprise. I didn’t expect him to be so eager. He was the epitome of rock star cool, after all. But then he was nuzzling my breasts, and I wasn’t capable of much coherent thought after that.
“I just can’t get enough of your tits. They’re so full and lush and fuck .” Xander buried his face between them, using his hands to hold them up against his face as his beard rasped against my skin.
I shivered. I’d never been with someone who had facial hair before. This was different. So good. I had no idea how much of a difference hair made, but damn.
I wanted to feel it between my thighs.
“H-How long have you had the beard?” I asked with a gasp.
Xander raised his head with a lascivious grin. “You a fan of the beard?”
“I’m not saying no.” I laughed. “I just…wondered how it would feel in other places.” Gah, I felt like a virgin—all hesitation and afraid to speak up. “You know, between my thighs.”
Then I had to hide behind my hands because I was a dork.
“Oh hell yeah, are you in for a treat.” Xander started to move down the bed when I stopped him with a hand on his arm.
I have no idea where my bravery came from, but I asked him, “Maybe we could both play at the same time? Do a little sixty-nine?”
“Fuck, I didn’t think it was possible, but you just got hotter!”
I shook my head and laughed, but that didn’t stop Xander from shuffling around on the bed until his legs were on the pillow next to me.
“Our heights are going to be a little challenging, but we’re going to persevere.” Xander rounded his torso until his mouth could reach the tops of my thighs. He breathed hotly onto my skin. “Shit, I forgot.”
He rolled away and did some impressive wiggling that I couldn’t not watch as he tugged his boxer briefs down his legs and off. His abs were seriously impressive. And then his dick popped free, and I about swallowed my tongue.
“Is that a…” I couldn’t make words work. I’d never seen one in person before.
“Technically, it’s a reverse Prince Albert, since the piercing comes out on top.”
Xander Lang was pierced .
He had a ring coming out of the head of his dick, and up behind the head instead of under. I didn’t even know they could go that way. Wasn’t the whole purpose of a PA to tickle that little fold of skin under the penis? Xander’s didn’t touch that spot at all. And there was a bead on the ring that I had a feeling I was going to be feeling later.
“Oh wow. I don’t…but how…?” Again, words weren’t working.
Xander had wiggled back into position with his calloused hands brushing against my thighs. “Feel free to explore at will. That’s what I plan on doing.”
I groaned as his fingers brushed against my bare sex. A few years back I’d had laser done since I was sick of trying to shave or wax on the road, and I’d never been so glad to be hair-free as I was now. Feeling Xander’s guitar roughened fingertips rasp against my bare skin was so hot.
Then he nudged my thighs apart so he could reach my center. His beard brushed against my skin, and I moaned. Oh dear god. It was even hotter than I thought it’d be.
I opened my eyes, and his very large dick loomed in front of me. So intimidating, especially with the piercing. Like I needed a reminder that Xander had so much more experience than me. Hell, I’d had a front row seat for years; it wasn’t exactly a surprise. But I hadn’t expected this .
With a shaking hand, I grasped his bobbing dick. Xander groaned as I clutched it convulsively, testing its size. Yeah, it felt just as big as it looked.
But his piercing had me curious. I ducked my head and teased it with my tongue. I was surprised the metal was warm. For some reason I’d thought it’d be cold. I flicked the piercing with my tongue, and it rolled easily back and forth. A little bit of his salty precum coated my tongue, and I rolled it around my mouth, enjoying the taste. Xander moaned, and I felt his breath against my bare skin. I closed my eyes for a second, then ducked my head to play with the fold of skin under the head of his dick.
Xander was equally devious. While I’d been busy inspecting his piercing, he’d been running a calloused finger up and down my center. He nudged my lips apart and teased my throbbing clit. First with his finger, and then with his tongue. Circling. Breathing his hot breath on me. His beard prickling my thighs.
As he slowly pressed one finger inside me, I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked. He was warm and so hard. I got more of his precum in my mouth, and I was addicted.
We danced together. Teasing each other. Xander licking my clit. Me squeezing the base of his dick. Him thrusting his tongue inside me, his groan vibrating my thighs. Me taking him deep inside my mouth.
Then he did this move with his finger inside me, pressing against me, and I squealed.
“Oh god. Xander. That’s…I can’t…” My hand was still wrapped around his dick, clutching it, as my orgasm built. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the sensation of his finger inside me and his tongue teasing my clit. Rubbing. Flicking. Licking.
I screamed as my orgasm slammed through my body, my sex convulsing around his thrusting fingers. My hips arched into his mouth. It was the hardest and longest orgasm I’d ever had. Pleasure rolled through my body on wave after wave of aftershocks. “Holy shit.”
His fingers were still inside me, my sex still fluttered around them with my aftershocks. I opened my eyes, and his wet and still very hard dick bobbed in front of me.
I lunged forward and attacked, sucking him deep into my mouth as an apology for forgetting my end of our sixty-nine. Xander grunted in surprise, then after a second, moaned deep in his throat as I battled to take him into mine.
I pulled him free with a gasp and tried again. I quickly got into the rhythm of sucking him while still managing to breathe. His piercing rubbed inside my mouth, a reminder of what was to come. For some reason that got me hotter than the fact that I was holding his dick in my hand and mouth, and I’d just come all over him.
I ran my hand up and down his length in pace with my mouth, squeezing him and spreading my saliva. Then I took him deep again and swallowed.
Xander cursed. “Fuck, as hot as this is, I don’t want to come for the first time in your mouth.” He put his hand over mine and gently pulled himself out of my mouth. “I’m not twenty anymore. My recovery time isn’t what it used to be. I gotta get inside this steaming hot pussy.”
“Oh. I, uh, can you wear a condom with this?” I asked, after wiping my chin with the back of my hand.
“Always. No glove, no love, angel.”
“Good. I have the same rule.”
“Brains and beauty. Fuck me, you’re the whole package. Give me a sec.” He rolled off the bed in a totally awkward move that had me suppressing laughter.
Less than a minute later, he was back, carefully rolling a condom onto his huge, pierced dick. I wriggled into the sheets. It’d just been inside my mouth, but somehow it looked bigger as he walked toward me. But maybe that was because all of him was so big.
Xander climbed onto the bed, keeping one hand on his condom covered dick. “You still good, angel?”
“Uh huh,” I answered, mesmerized by his bobbing dick.
He laughed lightly as he notched his dick against my sex. Taking in my wide eyes and held breath, he leaned over me, one hand pressed against the pillow near my head. “You’re good, angel. I’ve primed this pretty pussy. You’re going to take me so fucking good. And you’re going to feel exactly why I went for the reverse PA and not the ol’ regular one.”
He pressed his lips against mine, coaxing me to open my mouth to him. I groaned as his kiss had me arching my body toward him. Then he was moving inside me. His dick pressed into my aching flesh, and I felt it—a firm pressure against the roof of my sex. My hips jumped up to meet it.
Xander laughed huskily again. “That’s it, angel. You take my dick so fucking good. Fuck, I could do this all night. Just like that. Fuck yeah.”
Even though he was on top of me, I couldn’t help but meet his thrusts with my own. Until now, I’d always thought I had no rhythm, but apparently all I needed was a man like Xander to lead me. And he was fucking fantastic at it.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and arched into him, opening my body to him.
“Fuck yeah, angel. You like that dick? Is it better than those teasing little fingers of yours?”
“Oh god. Yes. I’m sorry. Never again. I swear.” I had no idea what I was babbling. I just wanted him to keep doing that .
His hand came down between our bodies and teased my hard, tight clit.
And I broke again.
My body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. My eyes slammed shut, and I was pretty sure I screamed. Again.
And Xander didn’t let up. He kept thrusting through my orgasm, prolonging it. It was a special kind of torture. And it went on and on. Unable to do anything else, I held onto his shoulders and rode the wave.
“You got another one in you, angel?” Xander huffed as he finally slowed his thrusts.
“No!” I wailed. “I’m done. I’m good. You can go now.”
He laughed, and then his fingers were back, nudging at my aching and over-stimulated clit. One more deep thrust that raked his piercing over my flesh, and I broke again.
“Holy shit!” I shrieked as my sex pulsed around his huge dick. Only this time, Xander shouted something too, and then his body stilled above mine. “Oh thank god,” I groaned as I sank into the sheets.
“It’s Xander, angel. ‘Thank you, Xander’ is the correct way to say that. Or hail, Tin Gods.”
“Oh fuck off.” I laughed. I watched through bleary eyes as he threw a smirk my way before heading into the bathroom to take care of the condom. Three orgasms. Three! I’d lost three years of built-up stress and anxiety with that last one. Xander Lang was a genius.
Not that I was going to tell him as much. He was already cocky enough.
Then he walked back into the bedroom with a washcloth in one hand, and I almost lost it. He knelt on the side of the bed and gave me this look that melted my heart. “You okay?” He waited a beat and when I didn’t answer, his brow wrinkled with a frown. “Harper? Are you okay? You’re giving me the weirdest look.”
“Yes.” I sniffled as I fought against the tears burning my eyelids. “I’m good. Sorry, it was just so intense, and now I feel all gooey—” I waved a hand and covered my eyes with the other.
“Well, this should help with the gooeyness,” Xander said just before something pressed against my center.
I jumped. Opening my wet eyes, I watched in disbelief as tough, stoic Xander Lang gently cleaned my body. I didn’t have it in me to tell him that that wasn’t what I’d meant by gooey.
After he dispatched the washcloth, he rolled into bed next to me, still nude, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side to cuddle.
I gasped in surprise.
“What?” He grunted. “I figure there’s no fighting it at this point. You’re a cuddler.”
“Right. I’m the cuddler.” I giggled.
“Whatever. Go to sleep, would you? Some of us have thousands of fans eager to see them tomorrow. I need my beauty sleep.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered back.
I didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling as he fell asleep.
Because I was too.