Chapter 17
Xavier
"It's really coming down out there." Rosalee was breathless and gorgeous in my T-shirt as she reentered the bedroom after checking on Violet, a bright smile on her face. "She's no longer warm, just tired."
"The weather up here in the mountains is unpredictable. Freak storms happen all the time, sometimes snow and sometimes rain. They always last a few days." I crooked my finger, beckoning her back to bed.
She smiled and peeled off the T-shirt before climbing into bed and settling on my chest. "You're so warm."
I couldn't help but smile at how sweet she was, even now after everything we'd done together over the past twelve hours.
"How in the hell did you make it this far still a virgin?
" I could have asked the question in a more delicate way, but it had been eating at me since I pushed past the barrier and cleaned her up.
Rosalee laughed, and when she pushed up to a sitting position, I noticed her cheeks were adorably pink. "Bad relationships."
My expression darkened as my mind raced with the worst possible scenarios. "Give me names," I growled, making her laugh.
"It was nothing as serious as all that, not really. There was no physical abuse, just verbal and mental combined with neglect and disinterest, maybe a heaping dose of manipulation and gaslighting. Feeling bad all the time doesn't really inspire a woman to take that step, at least not me."
"The men in your life are idiots who will never know the paradise they fucked themselves out of." I pulled her flush against my chest and kissed her softly and then harder. "Thank you for trusting me with your body, Rosalee."
"It was well-placed trust, so thank you." Her gaze searched my face, so many questions dancing in her eyes that I braced myself.
"What is it?"
"The stuff we did," she stammered. "That wasn't normal, was it?" Her eyes widened as the words settled in the air. "I don't mean abnormal. I just mean that I read a lot of romance books, and that's not the kind of sex everyone has. Is that your thing, or was that for me?"
She was so fucking cute with her curiosity, but I nodded anyway, waiting to see judgment or disgust in her eyes even though she liked it too. "Yeah, it's my thing."
Her brows wrinkled, and my hands balled into anxious fists.
How many times had I tried to explore with women only for it to blow up in my fucking face?
That was why I went to a place like Triple Horn with like-minded adults.
"How did you know that you liked that stuff?
I mean, did someone try it out on you the way you did with me and you were like, oh yeah, that's for me?
Or was it just something you knew?" She nibbled her bottom lip and glanced away.
Her question surprised me, and I sat up straighter, determined to give her an honest answer.
"Yes and no. I was wild when I first entered the corporate world.
I was young and eager, and when I started to make real money, I took everything that was offered.
One night, a woman I'd been flirting with took me to a sex club.
I was shocked, of course, but once inside, I was eager to try it out, and it was the best thing I'd ever experienced up to that point.
The things I enjoyed most told me a lot about myself. "
"Wow, that's so brave. I think I'd be too embarrassed. I had to summon all of my courage just to take off my shirt for you."
I laughed. "I know. Your face tells every thought you have."
She covered her face, her red cheeks impossible to hide. "I, um, liked a lot of what you did."
I smiled. "I know." She'd drenched my fingers when I smacked those round ass-cheeks. "Was there anything you didn't like?"
She shook her head. "I thought I'd freak out when you first grabbed my throat, but I felt the way my body responded to it. And when you talked dirty to me."
"You're a dirty girl underneath that sweet, girl-next-door outer shell you wear, Rosalee."
Her smile grew wider. "Who would've guessed?" She shook her head, still slightly embarrassed. "Was it okay, for you I mean? Did you enjoy yourself besides the orgasm part?"
"Fuck yeah. The sweet taste of your pussy and the way you called my name? There were a few times I had to think of something to avoid blowing my load too soon."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. In fact, I'm looking forward to watching your tits bounce in my face while you ride my cock."
Heat washed over her, and her eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes to all of that."
I watched as she stood above me, one foot on either side of my hips, as she lowered herself to my body.
She didn't take me in right away; instead, she sat and slid up and down the length of my cock, coating me in her juices with her head tossed back, moaning and gasping with pleasure.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Rosalee."
"You're not so bad either," she moaned. "And you feel even better."
The sight of her taking her pleasure was too much. I needed more of her. "Ride me, Rosalee. Right now."
She gripped my cock in one hand and slowly slid down my length until all of me was lost inside her body.
"Oh wow, that feels amazing. And full. Very, very full.
" She laughed when my cock twitched inside her.
"Good," she whispered. And then she began to move, testing different speeds and moves to see what she liked best and what I liked best.
When she leaned forward and moaned loudly, I took advantage of the situation and sucked one nipple into my mouth, making her shiver.
"Oh god, Xavier. That feels amazing."
My cock thickened as she pulsed faster and harder around me, her pleasure too strong to hide. I moaned and moved to the other side while she fucked my cock, riding me faster and faster until she found her next orgasm.
"Holy—" Her words were cut off by my kisses so she wouldn't wake Violet as a wildly powerful orgasm crashed over her. "Perfection," she whispered, still bouncing on my cock until my dick exploded and filled her body with my pleasure.
Rosalee's hips slowed and she rode out her pleasure until my cock slipped from her body. Only then did she fall over, asleep before her head hit the mattress.
I watched her sleep for far too fucking long, wondering if this was just fun or if it was the type of trouble I would have to pay for dearly. Only time would tell, and I knew I should care more, but watching her sleep with that satisfied smile on her face, all I could think was one thing.
More.
Mine.
Okay, two things.