16. Xander
My heart thuds in my chest as I walk Sophie the two blocks to her car, her hand in mine.
Christ, this woman. She’s sweet as candy and tastes like it too.
I run my tongue along my lip, savoring the phantom taste of her.
Just one kiss from Sophie and I know that I’m not going to be able to get her out of my head anytime soon.
I glance over at her as we walk and think about what she told me at the end of dinner, how her dad is the only guy to have taken her out to a nice dinner.
“Can I ask you something?”
She smiles up at me. “Of course.”
“What kind of dates did Ethan take you out on?”
Her smile starts to fade. This is the question I was going to ask her earlier at the restaurant before the server came by.
“We never really went out on dates,” she says.
“What do you mean?’
“We’d do things like go and grab a burrito or pizza in between study sessions. I thought those were dates at the time, but looking back now, after Ethan admitted that we were never serious, it’s pretty obvious that those weren’t dates. That’s what friends do when they go out. I mean, we never even kissed in public, now that I think about it.”
She goes quiet for a moment before letting out a weak chuckle. “God, I was really na?ve back then. I’d try to be the thoughtful girlfriend and surprise him with snacks or his favorite drinks when he was busy studying. I gave him this cool keyboard for his birthday because he was really into computer stuff. He never did the same kinds of things for me though. And when we went out, he never paid for me. That should have been my first clue that he didn’t consider me his girlfriend.”
She stops walking all of a sudden and shakes her head.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that guys should always pay for dates. They shouldn’t. I know that’s a really old-fashioned way of thinking…”
I gently squeeze her hand. “Sophie. It’s okay. I know what you meant.”
She flashes a relieved smile and we keep walking.
“You’re not paying for any of the dates I take you on,” I say after a second.
She looks up at me. “Xander. This isn’t even a real relationship. You shouldn’t have to pay all the time.”
A faint sting rockets through me at hearing her say this isn’t real. I know it’s not real. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to be a gentleman and treat Sophie the way she deserves to be treated.
I haven’t known her for very long, but it’s clear what a genuine person she is. I think about her throwing that teddy bear on the ice. It was so cute and thoughtful. She defended me in front of her dad, and she was so sweet and kind to my mom just talking to her on the phone. She’d be the perfect girlfriend, no question.
She deserves a million times better than what that Ethan prick gave her.
I stop walking and turn to look at her. “You’re never paying for anything. Not with me.”
The corner of her mouth hooks up in a sweet half-smile. “Xander. It’s really okay. I loved that you took me out tonight and you were such a gentleman to pay for it all, but I have my own money. I don’t make hockey star money, but I make a good living as a doctor. I can pay for things too.”
I shake my head. “No way. You’re my girlfriend. I’ll take care of you.”
You’re my girlfriend.
I’ve never said those words before in my life. But saying them just now felt so natural, so…easy.
Because everything with Sophie feels natural and easy. She’s amazing.
There’s a flash in those crystal blue eyes as she gazes up at me. She bites her bottom lip and smiles. “Okay.”
We make it to her car and she unlocks it. I hold open the door for her. She moves to get in, but then I catch her by the wrist and stop her.
She turns around to me, those crystal blue eyes wide with surprise.
“You said Ethan never kissed you in public?”
She nods.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Sophie.”
Her cheeks flush and she lets out a breathy laugh.
“Xander, you don’t have to. That photographer is gone. There aren’t even any people walking by to see us…”
I shake my head. “I don’t care about any of that.”
Urgency surges through me. I want to show Sophie how she should be treated on a date.
I step forward, closing the space between us. I rest my hand on her waist and pull her against me.
A soft gasp escapes her lips.
I lean down so that our faces are just a few inches apart. “I want to show you how you deserve to be kissed at the end of a date, Sophie.” My voice is a soft growl. “Is that okay with you?”
She blinks and nods. And then I crash my mouth against hers.
That urgency amps up the minute Sophie’s plush lips move against mine. Fuck, she’s so soft and sweet.
I tease her lips open with my tongue, gently lapping at her tongue. She cups my cheek with her hand, moaning into my mouth. Her body sinks into mine. Soon her hand is in my hair. When she tugs her fingers through it, I feel that delicious burn against my scalp. My dick starts to harden.
And then my imagination goes wild wondering if this is how she’d pull my hair if I were kissing her pussy instead of her mouth.
I groan as the intensity kicks up. Both of my hands grip her waist; both of her hands are pulling my hair now.
Sweet Sophie is letting herself get rough with this kiss and fuck, I’m half hard now.
Just then a car horn blares.
“Hot damn! Get a room, you two!”
We break apart at the interruption. I stand there, my head spinning as I struggle to get my bearings.
Two kisses in one night with Sophie have me ready to combust.
I try to think of the last time a kiss wrecked me like this, but my brain comes up empty.
I glance at Sophie, who’s looking up at me, a dazed look in her eyes, touching her fingers to her mouth.
“Wow…” she clears her throat and starts to smile. “That was...wow.”
I chuckle. “Good then?”
She nods, biting back a smile. I take in the pink flush painting her cheeks and chest. The exact same shade as those roses I keep sending her.
I notice she starts to lose her footing for a second, so I brace her with my arm and help her into the driver’s seat of her car.
She smiles up at me. “Thanks.”
“Think you’ll make it home okay?” I tease.
She nods. “I had a really nice time tonight.”
“I did too. Drive safely, okay?”
She nods. I shut the car door. When she starts the engine, I tap on the window.
“Lock the doors,” I say.
That sweet smile I can”t get enough of appears again. When I hear the click of the doors locking, I step back on the sidewalk. I watch as she pulls away, then head to my car. It’s a painful walk since I’m half hard, but I power through.
On the drive home, it doesn’t budge. I’m still so turned on from kissing Sophie. And there’s really only one way to deal with it.
When I unlock the door to my condo, I drop my keys in the dish on the table by the door, kick off my shoes, and strip off my coat.
I don’t even bother to hang it up. There’s only one thing on my mind.
I head straight for the master bathroom and turn on the water. I undress, check the water, and step in.
I groan as the hot stream pulses against my body. It’s so hot it hurts, but I want it to.
I grip my now hard cock in my hand and close my eyes. I think of both times I kissed Sophie tonight, how soft her lips were, how sweet she tasted.
I lick my lips. I swear I can still taste her.
I give myself a rough tug and grunt.
I know I could just leave my boner to fade on its own. But I don’t want to.
I’d rather play out a fantasy with Sophie in my head while I jerk off.
Is it creepy as fuck? Probably. But I can’t help it. That’s how hot this woman gets me. This woman who’s sweet as candy but gets rough when she kisses me.
I give myself another slow, rough tug before I start to jerk myself.
Eyes closed, I think about her perfect tits, how they were spilling out of her dress. I think about how sexy her ass looked.
I remember the way she moaned into my mouth. I remember how hard she pulled on my hair.
And then I let myself imagine my face between Sophie’s thighs, running my tongue all over her sopping wet pussy before gently flicking over her swollen clit.
I imagine her whimpering with need, I imagine her legs shaking and twitching as she starts to come.
“Fuck,” I grunt.
My cock is so hard, it hurts. I jerk my hand faster, the pleasure intensifying. Heat gathers at the base of my spine.
I don’t have much time left before I blow. Twenty seconds max.
I imagine Sophie yanking those small, delicate hands through my hair while I lick her clit, panting and grinding against my face the more turned on she gets.
When she explodes, she screams my name.
And that’s what sends me over the edge. Yeah, it’s some caveman shit, but I can’t help it. I fucking love it when a woman is so lost in pleasure that when she comes, my name is the only word her brain remembers.
I jerk my dick fast and hard. Pleasure and heat crash through me, and seconds later I blow.
Hot come paints the shower wall in front of me. My entire body feels like it’s on fire with pleasure. It’s so hard and so intense that for several seconds I black out. My brain feels like it’s splintering into pieces. Every muscle inside of me tenses. I let out a growl. I sound like a bear, it’s so fucking feral.
White bursts cloud my line of vision. I blink quickly until I can start to see again. As I wash up, my heart is racing and I’m panting. It takes a minute before my body starts to ease.
I shut off the water and towel off, in a daze. My entire body is buzzing still.
“Holy shit,” I mutter to myself.
I can’t remember the last time things were this intense when I jerked off.
Sophie’s beautiful face flashes in my head. She’s the reason why.
She’s all I can think about for the rest of the night.