20. Xander
Iunlock the door to my condo just outside of downtown Denver. I let Sophie inside and close the door behind her.
I was ready to jump out of the car door, head inside her place, and do all the sexy stuff she’s been thinking about, but she said she wouldn’t be comfortable messing around there because her dad was next door and could walk in on us at any moment.
I lost my boner right then and there. I’m a dead man walking as it is, but if Coach Porter sees me fooling around with his daughter, he’d slaughter me on the spot.
I offered to drive us to my place instead, and she agreed.
“Wow,” she says as she walks around the open-concept space. “You have a really nice place.”
“Thanks. I had nothing to do with it.”
She turns and looks at me, chuckling.
“It’s the truth. I hired a decorator,” I say. “You should have seen how my first apartment looked. I had patio furniture in the living room for, like, three months.”
She covers her mouth and laughs. “No way.”
I lean against the marble countertop of my kitchen island and smile at her. “It’s true. I had no idea what looked good. And then my mom came over here after I bought this place and lectured me for not decorating properly. So I hired someone. And now…” I hold up my arms and walk to the living room where Sophie’s standing, gesturing to the space. “It looks pretty decent, right?”
“It looks amazing.”
There’s a massive sectional in the living room along with a dark wood coffee table. They face a wall-mounted flatscreen TV above a stone fireplace.
Sophie runs her hand along the dark green upholstery. “This is so soft. And these windows.”
She walks to the far wall of the condo, which is entirely floor-to-ceiling windows, and touches the dining table.
“This is pretty,” she says. “Reclaimed wood?”
I nod. “The decorator I hired had a friend who designed furniture. She said a reclaimed wood dining table would go well with the floor.”
Sophie gazes at the floor. “I’ve never seen hardwood in this pattern before.”
I look down at the chevron pattern. “It’s what sold me on this condo. I thought the floor looked cool.”
She looks up and giggles at me. “Really?”
I shrug. “I’m a simple guy.”
She laughs even harder. After a second, she walks over to me and bites her lip. “So, um, how do you normally…do this?”
“Do what?” I tease.
She flashes a flustered smile. “When you have ladies over, how do you transition from chit-chat to the sexy stuff?”
I walk over and scoop Sophie’s hand in mine. “I don’t have a step-by-step guide I follow. I just go with the flow.”
She gazes up at me. “A step-by-step guide would be easier for someone like me, honestly.” The way she says it, it’s like she’s dismissing herself.
“What turns you on, Sophie?”
The way her lips part open, she’s surprised at what I just asked her.
“Kissing,” she says, but then she immediately frowns and shakes her head. “That sounds so boring.”
“Kissing is not boring. I fucking love kissing.” I lean down, gently grab her chin in my other hand, and tilt her face up to me.
I press a slow, soft kiss to her lips.
Just like the other times I kissed Sophie, I savor just how soft her lips are. The softest lips I’ve ever kissed.
It’s not long before I feel her relax and melt against me. When she lets out a soft moan, I smile against her mouth and part her lips open with my tongue.
She makes a satisfied humming noise as I tease my tongue against hers. Gently, I lap and lick. It’s not long before her breathing starts to quicken and she runs her fingers through my hair.
When she tugs against my scalp and I feel that burn, I groan.
And then, just when things start to heat up, I break the kiss.
She lets out a whiny, pleading noise that makes my dick instantly hard. I want to hear her make that noise again.
But first, I rest my forehead against hers, close my eyes, and catch my breath. “Not boring. Not even close,” I murmur.
She lets out a breathy laugh. “Point proven.” She leans back and looks me in the eyes. “I want to keep kissing you but on the couch. And I want to straddle your lap while we make out.”
Sophie’s rasped request has my cock throbbing. With her hand in mine, we make it over to my couch in one second. She giggles as I sit down.
“That was quick,” she says while standing between my legs.
“I don’t like to waste time.” I pat my lap. “Hop on.”
She bites back a smile as she straddles her legs over my lap. She rests her hands on my shoulders and runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
“Does this feel okay?” she asks, her voice soft and raspy.
I grip my hands on her waist. “Yes.”
She scrunches her lips, like she’s thinking about something. “Are you sure? If this feels weird or uncomfortable, I don’t want to?—”
I push her down to sit on my lap, right on top of my hard cock. The heat and warmth of her body against my erection is a glorious tease.
I close my eyes for a second before looking at her again. “Does this feel like I’m uncomfortable, Sophie?”
Her lips are parted open and her chest is rising and falling with each breath she takes.
She shakes her head.
“What does this feel like to you?” I ask.
“It feels like you’re hard,” she says.
“I am. I’m very, very hard right now after kissing you and feeling your body on mine.”
Another hard swallow moves along the length of her delicate, pretty throat.
“You don’t have to second-guess yourself, Sophie. Not with me. I want this.” My voice is rough and raw with just how much I want this—how much I want her.
A second later, she crashes her mouth to mine. She’s the one leading the kiss this time, her mouth and tongue getting filthier by the second. This kiss is hot and hard and fuck, I love it.
It’s like the first few times we kissed but dialed up to about a million.
Sophie claws at my body as the heat of this kiss amps up. The feel of her turning feral like this makes my dick ache.
“Fuck, Sophie,” I groan against her mouth.
“You like this?” she asks between kisses.
“You even have to ask?” I thrust up my hips, pressing my erection against her even harder. Slowly, I trail kisses down the side of her neck.
Her breath catches and she shivers. Her fingers dig harder into my shoulders.
Jackpot.
“Is this your spot, Sophie?” I ask, my lips against her neck.
“I-I think so…”
I feel the faint throb of her pulse speeding up against my lips. She really, really likes being kissed there.
I press another soft kiss against her satin skin, then gently scrape my teeth along her neck.
She inhales sharply. “Oh my god…Xander…”
Her hands move to my shoulders and she grips even harder. And then I feel her start to grind against me, against my dick, which is hard as concrete and on the verge of ripping through my pants.
I can feel the heat of her pussy as she rubs harder and faster against the ridge of my dick.
I run my tongue along her neck. Her whole body is trembling, she’s so turned on. She’s panting and moaning, rocking her hips against me.
I close my eyes and savor just how aroused Sophie is right now. She’s letting herself get swept away in the moment, in the sensation. She’s not second-guessing herself or doubting herself. She’s letting her body call the shots. She’s going along with what feels good, letting her own desire dictate where this goes.
And I fucking love it.
Not only is this hot as hell seeing and feeling her work her body all over me like this, but it’s also thrilling to see her take control of her pleasure.
If she keeps rubbing her hot pussy against me, no question, I’m going to come in my pants.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you, gorgeous?” I growl against her skin.
She nods and whines, “yes.”
“Good.”
She grinds faster and harder. Arousal pools in my dick and balls.
“Don’t hold back, Sophie. Grind that pretty pussy all over me until you come.”
She makes a whimpering noise. “Will you bite me? Please?”
Raw want surges through me. I have to take a second and breathe so I don’t come right this second because holy shit is it hot hearing Sophie say that.
Gently, I press my teeth to the base of her neck, right next to her shoulder. She gasps, grinding faster and harder. I ease up and kiss her skin, then run my tongue along her neck before softly pressing my teeth into her skin once more.
I go back and forth a few times, switching between sweet and rough. She whimpers and moans even louder.
And then she explodes.
She writhes and thrashes against me as she screams through her orgasm. The whole time, I keep alternating between sweet bites and kisses along the side of her neck. I keep my hands at her waist, holding her steady as she grinds on top of my dick. A dozen seconds pass before her movements ease and she starts to come down.
She falls forward, hugging her arms around me. I slink my arms around her waist and bury my face in the side of her neck.
It’s a quiet minute of the two of us catching our breath. When she finally leans back and looks at me, I take in the dazed and drunk look in those gorgeous crystal blue eyes. She flashes a shy smile.
“That was…wow.”
I grin at the breathless way she says it, like she’s thrilled and shocked all at once.
Gently, I run my thumb along the side of her neck. It’s pink from how much I was kissing and biting her.
“This feel okay?” I ask.
She nods, the smile on her face giddy. “I never thought someone kissing and biting me on the side of my neck could make me come.”
“And some good old-fashioned grinding. Don’t forget about that.”
Her head falls back as she laughs.
She glances down at my still-hard cock. She reaches down and palms my erection in her hand. I groan. Even with my pants as a barrier, her touch feels like heaven.
My head lolls along the back of the couch as she rubs her hand back and forth.
“Jesus, Sophie…” I groan.
When she stops, I look up at her.
Her eyes are shy again as she gazes at me. “Can I…suck your cock?”