Chapter 16
Xavier followed Justine on unsteady legs toward her bedroom. It was a struggle not to stop her, throw her up against the wall, and fuck her senseless. If he’d had a condom on hand, he would have. The woman felt like a dream and tasted like perfection.
In all his years, he’d never been so damn hard for a woman.
And not just any woman. Justine did something to him he couldn’t explain.
He’d been a horny teenager. He’d been obsessed with sex in his early twenties.
Always safe, always respectful. But he’d had enough intimate encounters to know when something was off.
And he was about to go off if he didn’t get inside her soon.
That she was leading him made it all worse, because between those slender thighs, Justine was so wet and hot, so ready for him. He wanted this to be perfect but had a terrible feeling he was going to come too soon and prove himself a total douche.
He focused on his breathing, on needing to make it good for her. To hopefully not mess up anything between them, because his affection was growing. And this sharing of intimacy would no doubt make it much worse. Deeper.
God, need to get deeper in her...
They made it to the bedroom, which to his surprise remained as red and gaudy as it had been when Rosie had once given him a tour of the place. But he didn’t have any time to indulge in his study because Justine shut the door behind them and pushed him against it, then kissed him senseless.
Her hand found its way down his pants, and his eyes rolled up his head. “No,” he moaned, “not yet. Gonna come to soon.”
She grinned against his mouth, and he turned them around so that her back was at the door. She yanked his shirt off while he toed off his shoes then pulled off her dress, leaving her in a lacy bra and panties. Not enough, not even close.
He knelt, pulled her panties to the side, and closed his mouth over her.
Heady with her scent, he licked and sucked her into an orgasm that had her yelling his name as she clutched his hair. Shivering, she gradually stopped gripping his head, pushing her fingers through his hair with urgency.
He kissed his way up her body after pulling her panties off. When he got to her bra, he unfastened it with shaky hands, so full of Justine that nothing else mattered.
Once her bra dropped, he feasted on her full breasts, sucking her nipples and wanting to get closer.
“Xavier,” she pleaded and urged him to kiss her again.
While they kissed, she unsnapped his jeans, but he stilled her.
“Get them off,” she insisted.
“Bossy, hmm?” He smiled, and she smiled back. He pushed down his jeans and underwear, not surprised to find it sticking to him, his arousal evident.
Before he could get to his socks, Justine pushed him to sit at the edge of her bed and knelt.
The sight of her between his legs had him aching, so ready to come. She took her time removing his socks, and when she kissed her way up his calves to his inner thighs, he nearly lost it.
“Justine, I’m not going to last. You are so fucking hot.”
She smiled at him, and he noticed a dimple that should have made her cute and instead made her adorably sexy. “I like you hot. You and I mesh.”
“I want to mesh with you so much,” he said with a fervency that made her laugh.
“Don’t come yet.”
“I’m trying not to.” He stared at her breasts, her long hair waving over her shoulders, offering him teasing glimpses of her nipples. Her hips ideal for him to hold onto while she’d ride him.
Then she pushed his legs wider and kissed his inner thighs, eventually licking her way to his balls.
“Yes, oh yeah, please,” he urged, not sure what he was asking for.
Justine sucked his balls then ran her clever tongue up his shaft and licked him so that a burst of fluid shot into her mouth. Not an orgasm, not yet, but so close...
“Yum. Salty sweet,” she said from between his legs.
He closed his eyes to slow down, the fantasy of her making it difficult to hold back. The pleasure-pain of having to wait the sweetest agony.
Then she slid the condom over him, and he tensed all over and opened his eyes.
She moved behind him, lay back on the bed, and spread her legs wide. “Do you need an invitation?”
He pounced, making her laugh then groan when he slid inside her in one big push, her swollen sex tight and wet and as close to heaven as he’d ever get while alive.
He kissed her while he moved, unable to keep still.
“So good,” he crooned as he thrust in and out. He wanted to say they were making love, but at this point it was all about fucking. Taking. Her moans and breathy cries, the friction of their bodies, her sex gloving him with wet heat—all of it overwhelmed.
With a primal need, he moved faster, deeper, and heard her cry out as he reached his end and jetted into her, coming so hard he couldn’t think.
“Yes, Xavier, yes,” she whispered and clenched her thighs tighter around him, her legs up around his waist, her ankles locked, as she drew him deeper inside.
He groaned and continued to come until he feared he’d black out. When he finally stopped, he blinked down at her. She wore a lazy grin, her eyes dark with passion, her smile wide.
“That was...” He had no words.
“Right? It really was...”
They both laughed. Xavier was moved by a wealth of affection for her, Justine’s warmth and giving nature a balm to a man who constantly gave all of himself.
“Thank you so much for having condoms,” he said.
“You, um, think we’ll need more?” The blush on her cheeks enchanted him.
“For sure.” He rotated his hips once and closed his eyes, still half hard and super sensitive. “I think you about killed me.”
“Oh, yeah. Back at you.” She lifted her arms to twirl the hair at the back of his neck. “You’re still in me.”
“Yeah. I need to take care of this.” He slowly withdrew, left her to dispose of the condom in her bathroom, and cleaned up quickly before returning to her with a warm washcloth. He found her buried under her covers, a blush staining her cheeks.
“What’s that for?”
“For you.” He whipped the covers back.
“Xavier.”
“Hey, I’ve already seen you. No fair covering up all the goods.”
“I still see your goods,” she murmured. “I guess fair is fair.” She put her hands behind her head on the pillow, trying for casual and failing badly.
“I can’t imagine why you’d be embarrassed. You have the best body I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, stop.” She bit her lip then laughed. “I do?”
“Yeah.” He gently cleaned between her legs, wanting to take care of her. Wanting another taste of her... “So, um, I’m usually a big talker. Taking things slowly, being safe, you know the drill.”
She tensed.
“But you got me so hot I couldn’t think,” he admitted. “We should probably talk fast before I forget myself and get inside you again. Justine, I know you just wanted to be friends. I’m trying, but...”
“Oh man. This is not how I wanted to talk about this. I’m still sorry for using your name with my mom.” She cringed. “I’m naked and mentioned my mother. This is not going well.”
He laughed. “See why talking can sometimes be overrated?”
She gave a slow smile. “Yeah.”
“Quick chat—I’m clean.”
“Me too. We always used condoms. Always.”
“Yep. I didn’t always with Christine, but totally did at the end. And I’ve had a checkup since then. All good from the doctor. I take my health seriously.”
“I do too.”
Justine’s face had turned beet-red. She lay still, naked, while they talked. He knew it had to be killing her.
So after joining her in bed, he pulled the sheets over them. He lay on his side, watching her, and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Justine, I consider you a friend. I really don’t want to mess up our relationship. You make me laugh, and I like just being with you.”
She sighed. “You too. I feel the same.”
“I can’t help feeling attracted to you. I tried not to be, because sex can complicate things. But, well, I think it just made everything better between us.”
She blinked. “You do?”
“Hmm. I must not have been doing it right.” He leaned forward to kiss her and got lost in her taste, her touch.
So that when he pulled back, he had her under him, rocking his half-hard cock against her belly and getting harder.
“You are so sweet.” He kissed her lips, her cheek, and whispered in her ear, “I want to lick you all over again. Swallow that cream and then fuck you so hard. You get me all worked up without even trying.” He moaned when her fingers curled around him and squeezed.
“Keep it up and I’ll come all over your pretty sheets. ”
She kissed him back and teethed his ear, causing him to jolt. “You’re pretty good at the dirty talk.”
“I’m good at everything involving your body. Let me show you.”
“I guess you really aren’t mad at me for inviting you to the wedding.”
“Not at all.” He pushed deeper into her fist. “But if you don’t want a mess, find me a new condom.”
“Oh, quick on the trigger, hmm?”
He laughed, surprised at her humor since she seemed so shy with him. “With you, yeah.” He sighed. “You taste good.”’
“So do you.”
“Hmm. I have an idea.” He pushed the covers aside and kissed her. “Want to race?”
“Huh?”
He pulled her to get on top of him then urged her to her hands and knees. “Turn around.”
She faced his erection while he stared up at her pussy, her legs spread wide.
“Oh, a race,” she said before taking him to the back of her throat.
He jerked and arched up before doing his best to ease back. Then he yanked her hips down, her sex to his mouth. “Winner gets a shower. Loser has to do all the washing.”
Her answer was to suck harder.
Needless to say, he ended up cleaning her when they finally made it to the shower.
Because his Justine was such a dirty, dirty girl.