4. Xavier
Chapter Four
XAVIER
Heaven. That’s the only way I can explain Melanie. Her smooth lips glide against mine, our tongues sliding against the other’s. I feel her hands on my shoulders, gripping as if I’m the only thing keeping her safe. I bring a single hand up to her jaw, tilting her head a little, giving me the access to her mouth that I crave. Hell, I’ve been craving it for weeks, months. I remember the first time I saw her. She was wearing a light blue sundress. Her hair was shoved into a pile on top of her head with small pieces coming loose and forming curly wisps like ivy around her face. She wasn’t plastered with makeup like my ex-girlfriend. Hell, she didn’t need any makeup because her natural beauty was perfection. I got lost in her, somewhere between those pouty lips that screamed to be kissed and her eyelashes that went on for days. I wanted her then and I want her now. I’m only kicking myself for not forcing a conversation earlier, even with those damn earbuds stuck in her ears.
She moans a little as I run a thumb across her cheek. My other hand slides up her thigh, and just as my thumb is about to graze the space between her legs, a voice echoes in the metal chamber around us. I jump back and look around as if I’ll see someone.
“Hello?” the voice asks.
We both look over at the phone and realize there’s a speaker next to it.
I lean over and press the call button.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Oh, well, shit. You guys stuck in there?”
“We are,” I reply.
“Right. This is Jorge, I’m filling in for the super today. I put a call out to our normal mechanic, but he’s over in Long Island, so it’s going to be a while. You guys OK in there for a bit?”
I look back at Melanie. She nods and then clears her throat. “Yeah, Jorge. It’s Melanie. We’re good.”
“Cool. Here’s my cell number if you need me in the interim,” he says as he gives us his number. We add it to our phones, and he hangs up. I release the call button and stare back at Melanie.
“I…maybe I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, realizing what we were about to do. My heart is still hammering in my chest and my dick definitely does not agree with my words.
“Maybe…we should,” she answers with a coy smile. Fuck me.
She grabs the collar of my shirt and drags my lips back to hers.
“Melanie,” I breathe against her lips.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers and something about her admission of wanting me as much as I want her has me losing all self-control. I run my hands up her thighs, starting right back where I had stopped. She’s wearing a skirt and I praise the clothing gods for that as I reach the top of her thigh-high stockings and feel her silky, smooth skin. Her hands are fidgeting with my belt buckle. It’s all happening fast, but suddenly I have tunnel vision and all I want is to be inside her.
“Condom,” I manage as I run my finger along the edge of her panties.
“Fuck…” she groans.
Then as if remembering something, she pushes away from me.
“What?” I ask, my lips turning down.
“I do have one,” she mumbles as she reaches into her purse and starts pulling things out of it. A pair of sunglasses. A wallet. A lip balm. A pill bottle. Three pens. A pair of headphones. And then, she emerges with a condom.
“Do I even want to know?” I ask.
She giggles and shakes her head. “Just thank my little sister for being a college student if you ever meet her.”
“I can do that,” I reply as I take the foil packet from her.
She reaches back up to my head, pulling my mouth back to hers, but I stop. “We have time, baby. Let’s slow down.”
She freezes and her eyes focus on mine. I watch her throat constrict as she swallows. “You’re right,” she says softly as she reaches up and traces the stumble of my five o’clock shadow.
I run my tongue along the seam of her lips and coax them apart. She opens and slides her tongue along mine. My fingers glide along the edge of her panties again. Slowly, I push my finger under the hem and brush over her wet folds.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I mutter in between kisses.
I slide a finger inside her and she moans into my mouth. I try different motions until I feel her hands grip my upper arms. She likes it fast with a circular motion. I can do that. I double down on my efforts.
“I…I’m going to…” Her voice trails off and her body stiffens against mine, her lips parting in a silent cry. God damn, this woman is beautiful.
I bring her back slowly, not stopping until her body fully relaxes. She doesn’t speak as she finishes unbuckling my belt. She slides my zipper down and pushes me a little until I’m sitting with my back against the wall. Her hand slides inside my underwear and wraps around my cock. It’s me who groans as she slides her hand up and down. My eyes close from the pure ecstasy of it.
I hear her rip open the foil packet and pull my erection from my cotton boxer briefs, letting it spring against my abdomen. She rolls the condom over me and slowly removes her panties, tossing them in her purse as she brings one leg over mine, straddling me.
Slowly, she sinks down until my tip is nudging at her entrance. Our eyes meet and stay locked as she begins to ease me inside her, one inch at a time.