21. Sophie
Istare at Xander, in awe of what just happened.
We made out on his couch, and I worked myself all over his lap until I came.
The side of my neck is on fire, and I love it. I think back to how he called it my spot and how quickly he picked up on just how turned on I was getting.
Is this what it’s like to be with a guy who’s genuinely good in bed? Who’s also sweet and caring and dotes on me? Because I could definitely get used to this.
Except don’t get used to it. Because this whole setup ends in less than two months.
Disappointment flashes through me. Just thinking about things being over with Xander has me upset all of a sudden, even though I shouldn’t be. This was our deal—that I came up with. And now I’m starting to feel sad that there’s an end date…
Probably because these past couple of weeks of being in a fake relationship with Xander feels more real than anything I’ve ever felt before…it feels more real than my entire relationship with Ethan…
I push all those thoughts aside. I’ll deal with those feelings later.
Right now I want to focus on the moment, on how sexy Xander looks, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushed, his hair mussed, and his dick rock hard in my hand.
Part of my brain still can’t believe this is happening. I’m fooling around with the panty dropper. He just gave me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. And we didn’t even take our clothes off.
And now I’m sitting on his lap, waiting for him to answer the wildest question I’ve ever asked anyone.
This is so unlike me, to be so forward sexually—to ask for what I want. When I was with Ethan, I’d spend so long working up to the nerve to ask him for things only to have him shoot me down half the time. That shattered my confidence and I eventually stopped asking altogether.
But with Xander, it’s different—in the best way.
He wants me to tell him what I want. And I can tell it turns him on. His hard cock is proof of that, of just how much he enjoyed me grinding on him and having an orgasm on top of him.
I take in his wide-eyed stare, how his pupils have turned into massive ink-black pools as he looks at me.
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “You’re asking if you can suck my cock?”
I bite my lip and nod.
“You never have to ask, Sophie. That’s a guaranteed yes.”
“It’s just…I don’t think I’m very good at it and I want to practice.”
He frowns. “Why would you think you’re not good at it?”
“Um, well, my ex just didn’t really like it when I did it. So I just figured I was kind of bad at it.”
His frown deepens for a split second before he gently cups my face with this hand. “Unless you chomped on his dick, I’d bet anything that was a problem with him, not you.”
I giggle before melting into his touch. “I never did that, promise. But I’d still like to practice…if you want it.”
He brings my face to his and captures my mouth in a gentle, teasing kiss. When we break apart, he runs his thumb along my lips.
“I’m warning you right now, Sophie. I’m gonna come hard in this hot little mouth of yours. You okay with that?”
The anticipation inside of me kicks up. I nod.
“I want you to tell me how you like it, while I’m doing it,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He closes his eyes and swallows, then nods. “Fuck, Sophie.” He looks at me. “Do you know how insanely sexy you are?”
Another giddy smile tugs at my lips. I’ve never felt this hot, this wanted in my life, ever.
I slide off of Xander, grab a pillow, and drop it on the floor. I push open his legs, kneel on the pillow, then reach up to unzip him. He lifts his hips and helps me slide off his jeans and boxer briefs.
I pull them down and still at the sight of his hard dick.
“Whoa…”
A wicked smile tugs at his mouth. He reaches his hand down and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Good ‘whoa’?” he asks.
I roll my eyes at his smug smile and the cocky lilt in his voice. “You know it’s a good ‘whoa.’”
I gaze at his cock once more. It shouldn’t be a surprise that Xander has an impressive dick. He’s almost six-foot-four and jacked.
But I can’t help my reaction. Anyone would gawk at a dick like his.
I lick my lips and swallow, then gently grip the base of his thick cock. He twitches under my touch.
My nerves fire off inside of me. “I’m not going to be able to fit all of you in my mouth,” I say. “You’re too big.”
That smug smile turns into a full-on grin. He clutches his hand to his chest. “I just swooned. You really know how to make a guy feel special.”
I laugh and my nerves start to dissipate.
“It’s okay, Sophie.” I melt at the softness in his voice. “I already know I’m going to love this.”
My stomach flutters at just how sweet he’s being right now.
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
Gently, he grips my chin with his hand. His gaze falls to my lips. “Swirl your tongue around the head of my cock. Go slow at first.”
I look him in the eye before lowering my mouth between his legs. And then I gently, slowly begin to lick the head of his dick. He lets out a groan instantly.
“Sophie…” My name is a whispered growl on his lips.
As I work my tongue around his head, I look up. His eyes are dazed. He looks drunk.
“Fuck, that’s so good, baby.”
After a minute, I go to take as much of him as I can in my mouth. As I glide up and down, I slowly jerk the base of him with my hand.
Above me, I hear a strangled noise. When I look up, his mouth is hanging open, his chest heaving with each ragged breath he takes.
“Jesus, that mouth…your tongue…” A hard swallow moves along his throat. He tugs a hand through his hair.
I smile around him, giddy that he’s so turned on.
After a minute, he runs his hand through my hair. “You don’t need practice, gorgeous,” he murmurs. “You’re amazing at this.”
His praise has me buzzing. I work him faster in my mouth and hand.
His grip on my hair tightens. “Yeah…just like that…” he rasps.
The muscles in his thighs tense. His breathing turns rapid and desperate.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come in that perfect mouth.”
I moan my approval. A minute later, he spills into my mouth. I make a muffled surprised noise at how just how much he unloads, but I love it. I love that I was able to turn him on this much.
As he starts to come down, I slow my movements. I sit up and look at him.
He lets out a breath. “You don’t have to…”
I look him in the eye as I swallow and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. When I lick my lips, he stares at me, mouth open, like he can’t believe what I just did.
The corners of his mouth curve up in a surprised smile as he shakes his head.
“No way…” he murmurs.
“No way what?”
He leans forward, cups my face with his hands, and crashes his mouth against mine. He leads me in a rabid, desperate kiss that has me gasping for air the second we break apart.
He holds my face in his hands as we both catch our breath.
“No way you’re this perfect,” he murmurs.
My heart pounds in my chest.
“Now lie down on the couch, gorgeous. I’m starving.”