Chapter 16
Rosalee
My conversation with Xavier had gotten inappropriate.
Again. I didn't know what it was about him that made me act outside of myself.
Something about him, probably that devilish smile he unleashed so rarely, called to a different part of my personality.
One I hadn't known about, or that had never really existed before now—I wasn't sure.
But now that Violet was fed again and sleeping off whatever was bothering her, I knew I needed to apologize.
So I crept across the hall to his room, arm raised and ready to knock, when I heard a strange grunt. And then another. "Fuck, Rosalee"—the words came out along with a wild roar that sounded a lot like agony.
I knew I shouldn't have done it, but the door was open just a sliver, and I couldn't not look to see if Xavier was in trouble.
A storm raged outside, and if he were hurt—or worse, sick—then I wouldn't be able to get him and Violet down the mountain.
But I was not at all prepared for what I saw: Xavier, naked and flat on his back, with his long, thick cock gripped in his hand, stroking himself furiously and calling out my name.
I was transfixed by what was in front of me. Xavier was beautiful from head to toe, more so with his face twisted in carnal agony. He was all golden skin and rippling muscles. Gorgeous.
The way he gripped his cock seemed rough, as if maybe it hurt, but he kept a tight grip as he stroked himself, toes curling and eyes shut tight. "Suck it," he groaned. "Take me deeper, Rosalee."
I gasped and covered my mouth. He was fantasizing about me? That was unbelievable. I mean, sure, that kiss had been so hot that I still thought about it and got tingly all over, but I figured it was a one-off, a way for him to get me to shut up.
"Enjoying the show?"
I gasped even louder, having been caught doing something I definitely should not be doing.
Watching something I shouldn't have been watching, but I couldn't look away.
Even now, caught like a deer in the headlights, I couldn't tear my gaze from the way his cock jutted out, large and powerful.
Even as I stepped back to give Xavier privacy, I couldn't stop looking at the beauty that was him.
"Don't leave. Come here, Rosalee."
The smart thing would have been to run—run to my room and lock the door, shove the chest of drawers against it, and never come out unless Violet needed me.
But my feet had other plans, stepping forward instead of back until I was well beyond the threshold of Xavier's bedroom door.
I tried to look anywhere but at him, but every inch of him was too delicious to turn away from.
"You like what you see, Rosalee?"
I shrugged at the question. "What's not to like? You know what you look like." My face heated as the words tumbled out of my mouth, and my eyes slid closed.
"Rosalee." There was a smile in his voice, and when I opened them, sure enough, he had a wide, satisfied smile on his face. "Now that you've seen me, it's only fair that I get to see you."
My eyes widened in shock at his bold words, but there was another feeling that pulsed through my whole body, and I knew what it was: desire. But could I do what he was asking me to do? No, absolutely not.
Or could I?
When would I get a chance like this again with a man like Xavier? Did I even want this chance, knowing what it meant? The answer came swiftly. Hell yes. All I needed to do was dig deep for the courage I knew was in there. Somewhere.
"If you're not comfortable," he said softly, almost apologetically.
It was his tone, giving me an out that I didn't want, that forced me to make the choice I wanted to make. I gripped the hem of my tank top and yanked it up over my head before tossing it to him. Our gazes slammed together, and what I saw stole my breath.
"Fuck," he growled. "I knew your tits would be perfect." Xavier licked his lips, and I felt my nipples go even harder. "More."
More? Okay, Rosalee, you can do this. More than that, I wanted to do it. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my flannel pants and slowly tugged them down my legs until they hit the floor with a soft whoosh.
"Great legs. Long and shapely. Turn around," he ground out, jaw clenched and his gaze dark with wanting.
I turned slowly, feeling a little self-conscious about the extra jiggle in my butt and thighs, but the grunting sound behind me told me Xavier liked what he saw.
"That ass is perfect. Come here, Rosalee."
I turned to face him and found him on his knees, cock jutting out and the heat in his gaze hot enough to burn my panties right off. I stepped closer to the bed, still hesitant but also eager.
"Closer."
I took a few more steps closer, and suddenly Xavier was in front of me, dropping to his knees and dragging my panties down with his teeth. "Oh god!" This was the single hottest thing that had ever happened to me. "Xavier." His name left my lips on a low, almost guttural moan.
"On the bed. Now."
His commanding tone did something to me, and I found myself getting on the bed without question. I sat in the middle of the big bed and suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious. "Here I am."
He stroked his cock and stared at me, his gaze dancing all over my body. "Show me how you play with your pussy, Rosalee. Do you think of me when you come?"
I wanted to say yes because the real answer was mortifying and because the way I felt when he asked the question was overwhelming.
Desire tore through me, hot and intense.
"I don't," I answered with as much bravado as I could.
"Touch myself, I mean. I don't do that." I didn't tell him everything—that this was the first time I'd ever been naked in front of a man, that tonight would be my first time, and that was only if I didn't scare him off first.
"Well then, Rosalee, let's see what you like.
" He pressed one knee and then the other down on the bed, using his chest to lay me down.
His lips touched mine, and a fire raged in my belly.
He was so good at kissing that I was immediately lost in the sensation of just being kissed by Xavier, and then his fingers found my folds, wet, swollen, and needy.
"Fuck, you're so wet already. Hot as fuck. "
My back arched and my eyes fluttered shut, but I forced them open, determined to witness every hot moment of this interaction.
He kissed my lips, the corners of my mouth, across my jaw, and down to my neck, all while his fingers played a beautiful tune between my thighs.
"Xavier," I moaned and gripped his forearms, feeling an imminent explosion as one finger dipped deep while his thumb swirled circles around my clit. "Yes!"
"Now I know what you like there," he said with a smile, stopping when I was so close to that promised land.
"Let's see what else you like," he purred, gripping my breasts in both hands before taking one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, nibbling, and then sucking it until my hips bucked high up in the air.
He gave the other the same treatment, and I panted and squirmed, desperate to ease the ache growing within me.
"Xavier," I groaned.
"Yes?"
A sick thought occurred to me, and I pushed up onto my elbows. "Are you messing with me?"
"Yes," he answered with a smile as he kissed his way down my belly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to each of my hip bones before his shoulders wedged between my thighs, pushing them further apart. "And no," he murmured, and a gust of his breath fanned my sex. I shivered.
"Um, you don't have to do that," I offered through a stutter. "It's, um, not necessary."
Xavier froze and looked up at me. "Oh, it is so fucking necessary, Rosalee. You have no idea."
His tongue touched me there, and my hips bucked again, bringing me closer and more intimately acquainted with his mouth.
"Wow!" It was the best thing I'd ever felt.
Wet and cool, and every flick of his tongue sent a rocket of sensations hurtling through my bloodstream.
It was intoxicating how my vision blurred and my body arched up into Xavier, hungry for his next touch.
If I were more experienced, I might have been able to stop the bullet of arousal that tore through me, but my hands gripped his hair possessively, and my hips thrust up and met him stroke for stroke.
I was prepared for him to stop again, at least I tried to be, but then he crooked one finger deep inside of me and wrapped his lips around my clit, and desire exploded within me, outside of me, shaking my body to its core.
It was as if ten thousand volts went off in my body.
A long, low moan exploded from my lips as I rode out my very first orgasm. "Xavier, oh my god!"
He was still licking me, lapping up my juices, and suddenly I was self-conscious all over again. When Xavier pulled back, his smile was shiny from my juices, and something about it was so erotic that all I wanted was to kiss him again. "Fuck me, you taste amazing."
"That was incredible," I whispered and tugged him by the hair until his mouth was on mine once again. I moaned at the taste of myself on his lips and deepened the kiss.
"Rosalee," he grunt-whispered and kissed me again, pressing his body against mine so that his big cock nudged my opening. "Such a sweet little pussy."
I blushed at his words and pumped my hips toward him. "You have a dirty mouth."
"You like it," he growled and nipped my ear.
I watched with wide eyes as he pulled back onto his knees and gripped his dick in his hand, teasing my clit and my opening. He smacked me with the heavy weight of his erection and bit down on his bottom lip. "I like watching you like this. You're beautiful."
"Beautiful?"
He nodded. "Oh yeah."
He smiled and slid the tip of his cock in, and I gasped. "So fucking tight."
"I'm not sure you'll fit."