Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
XANDER
T he loud knock at the door pulls me from the reports I’m reviewing and the smile that tugs at my lips almost feels foreign. Taking my time, I straighten up, put my laptop away, close the door to my office, and follow the sound of persistent knocking. Stepping into the foyer, I give myself a onceover in the mirror and run a hand over my tie. After another forceful knock, I finally make my way to the door and fling it open.
Throwing on my most shit eating grin, I exclaim, “London? Couldn’t stay away? Why am I not surprised.”
She narrows those damn cat eyes and practically hisses, “Seriously? Your little doorman called and told you I was on my way up.”
I tilt my head, as if trying to remember any such phone call before snapping my fingers. “Oh, I thought he said my delivery was here from the Lynden Grill .”
Her mouth tightens as she assesses me. “Fine. I’ll happily hang out with Drew. He’s available tonight.”
This time, it’s my eyes that narrow. “You don’t want to play that game with me. I fucking dare you. Get in here. It’s always a pleasure, but I’m oh so curious of what brings you by, unexpectedly.”
Stepping aside, I beckon her in with a flourish of my arm. Her silky hair gives a swish around her shoulders as she saunters by, and I catch the scent of her perfume and her. She always smells soft and sweet, reminding me of waking up on a spring day. But today is different. Her scent is darker, spicier, and I want to bury my hands in those dark strands and bite into the tender skin of her neck.
I reach for her coat, but she slaps my hands away, striding forward. Of course, I follow her into my space, mesmerized by the swing of her hips and the click of her heels against the cement floor.
Turning, she meets my gaze before I take the opportunity to pan up her body, from the thin stiletto of her tall black boots disappearing under the hem of her trench coat to the blood red leather that’s a perfect complement to her dark hair and smoky makeup.
She’s a tempting little troublemaker and as I step closer, my gaze enjoys another journey from her shiny dark hair brushing her shoulders, those eyes filled with questions, a nose that makes me want to boop it, and those lips, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top, before my gaze returns to meet her eyes.
Even though she shot down my truce, we’re in a better place now and my lips tickle to tell her just how fucking lovely she is, and I give into it. “You’re a beautiful sight. Such a lovely face,” I murmur. “Nice boots. I’m dying to see them up close, maybe around my ears.”
She stutters out a breath and looks away, breaking whatever tenuous connection we have before muttering, “Thank you.” Completely ignoring my statement about her shoes, she turns to scan the wide-open space, and I try to see my home through her eyes. Polished cement floors gleam under the lights, a brown brick feature wall to her right, floor-to-ceiling windows lead out onto my patio deck, soaring ceilings, and exposed ducts overhead. Following her gaze into my open kitchen, there’s more cement and concrete, and copper fixtures.
“Gem mentioned how much she loved your place, but I still wasn’t expecting this.”
I raise my brows in question, and she continues, “I was expecting a lot of white, tons of marble, you know, trendy decor, pretentious, but this feels homey, beautiful, but lived in.”
“Thanks, I guess.” While it is grand, you know because I like nice things, I tried to bring in a few comforts from my family home. So, I made sure to incorporate lots of textures and natural elements that ground me and make me remember where I came from. Even with my million-dollar views and fancy as fuck furniture, this is home.
“So…” she trails off, those eyes gleaming as she meets my gaze.
“You got my gift, I take it?”
“Yes, but I’m also here to talk to you about a matter of importance,” she says as she saunters into my space.
“Nothing’s more important than my dick, but I’m all ears, babycakes.”
Her eyes flick over my body, leaving prickles in their path. “Obviously not.”
I grin as she looks at me over her shoulder. “Come,” she purrs.
I rub my hands together. “Babycakes, don't tempt me.”
She turns back to me, raises a finger, and beckons me closer. I go willingly like I’m a puppet and she’s the puppeteer pulling all my strings.
“All right, you’ve kept me in suspense long enough. Tell me what this is about.” I smirk at her soft smile. “Let me guess, you used the gift I got you?’
Her responding laugh warms something in my gut, and she shakes her head, that small smile widening as she watches me.
“ No ?” My hand goes to my heart. “I'm wounded,” I lament. “I just knew you'd want to take me for a ride.”
At her nod, my brows fly up.
“I think I'm going to take you up on that.” She jerks her head toward the couch.
My eyes shoot to her, the couch, and back as I process her words. Fuck yeah and I practically transport there in what must be barely two strides. She's right there, warm hands to my chest practically pushing me down as I bounce a bit on the couch. Leaning back with a grin, I open my legs wide, ready for whatever she's willing to give me.
The last rays of sunlight fade behind her through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as she steps between my legs and starts unbuttoning her coat.
“Back to my proposition. As you know, I’ve had a stressful few weeks. With the cross-country move, searching for a new place, and the possibility of starting a new job soon, I could really use a… stress reliever. A relaxant.”
At her husky words, a buzzing starts in my ears as I track her hands as they continue to undo her buttons. Taking a deep breath, her eyes meet mine as she peels open that coat, revealing her shapely body encased in a black dress. If you could even call it that. Strategically placed strips of fabric wrap around her body displaying tantalizing peeks of skin before stopping midthigh, leaving a bare expanse of delectable skin above her over the knee boots.
Need and hunger zap between us until I can no longer stand it. Greedy eyes roam over her luscious curves and my hands clench at my sides, waiting. Waiting for what, I don’t know, but I have a feeling that she has to do this. She has to make the move to take what she wants. What she came here for.
Silence surrounds us as she mesmerizes me. Smirking as her breath hitches, I attempt to satiate the need coursing through me, and I allow my eyes to feast on her again. From the swell of her breasts, that tight nip of her waist, that I remember fit perfectly gripped in my hands, over those shapely hips. Her long legs are alluring, and I want to roam my hands over the exposed skin. My eyes trail up her body and meet hers and there's a challenge in them and I'm nothing if not a competitor.
“You like what you see?”
Licking my lips in anticipation, I’m anxious for her next words in her sexy rasp. “You already know I do. Fuck me if I’m wrong—”
She lifts a perfectly arched brow. “Something tells me you’re wrong often.”
“Well then, let’s fuck. Often.”
“I’ll decide.”
Reaching into the pocket of her coat, she pulls out a few condoms, tossing them on the couch beside me. I don't watch where they land, my eyes locked with hers. A smile blooms across my lips as her coat falls to the floor with a swish and thud.
“I appreciated the dick you left me, but you had to know I’d only want the real thing.”
“Yeah? Who said I'll give it to you? I was already pretty generous giving you that Clone-a-Cock.”
She shoots a pointed look at my crotch, my dick already hard and straining against my suit pants.
“Oh, he did. We’re old friends.” Warm hands grip my thighs as she leans forward, her lips inches from mine. “Like I said, I need help relaxing. So, let’s cut a deal.”
Her brows lift in question waiting for me to process what she’s offering me on a diamond encrusted platter.
“Friends with benefits?” I ask dumbly.
She cocks her head, considering my words. “I wouldn’t call us friends.”
“Frenemies with bennies?” Not exactly what I’d call us, but we can argue about that later. “I have no problem with that, babycakes.”
She lets out a breath, as if she thought I’d deny her anything. “Perfect. Now, don’t ruin it with that mouth. There are so many better ways I want to use it.”
Before I can respond and offer her anything she wants, she’s straddling me, and I sit back, getting comfortable with her luscious curves against me. She's here to use my body and I have absolutely no problem with handing over control. My hands go to her thighs, running over her smooth skin before giving her ass a squeeze.
Her breath stutters, echoing my own as she rocks against me, her wet heat soaking my pants as she grinds against my cock.
“No panties? Good, you learned your fucking lesson.” I barely get out before my tie is snatched off and my shirt ripped open, buttons flying around us.
Sitting up, my lips find her jaw as I shrug out of my suit coat and drag the ruined shirt off, tossing it over the back of the couch before my eyes meet hers again and they tell me everything I need to know. She wants this. Greedy hands trail over my smooth pecs, offering my nipples a pinch, ripping a hiss from my lips, before trailing down my abs. My skin burns for her as she continues to touch and tease.
She gives the trail of dark hair a little scratch before wrestling my belt and pants open. Quickly rising, she squeals as I cradle her to me, fumbling to kick off everything before we’re back on the couch.
Watching as she licks her lips, I sit back to see what she'll do next. If she wants to be in charge of this round, if she needs the control, that's fine. I'll hand it over. Let her take what she wants. I just hope she knows she'll be giving me more in the long run. But I can't resist these thighs spread wide for me and my hands return to her silky, warm skin and I give her another squeeze, grinding her against me as she moans in my ear.
Shivering against her, I kiss a path to her mouth, dying to drink from her lips, to finally taste her. It wasn’t on my mind a few months ago, I just needed to get inside her, but I’ve regretted it every day since and I’m going to rectify that right now. I’ve practically thought of nothing else since that night. But she pulls away, and a groan of protest rumbles deep in my chest.
She really is just here to get off, and for the briefest moment, something twists through my gut. After our day yesterday, I can quietly admit to myself that holding her in my arms, consoling her as she gathered her strength to stand on her own, was as natural as breathing. Being that for her was right. No question about it. These little moments between us here and there are shaping up into something unfamiliar. It’s still fuzzy around the edges but it’s there, this thing between us. But I’m a greedy bastard. I want more, and I want it now.
Shaking my head to help rid myself of the thought, I instead bask in her succulent scent surrounding me, allowing it to ground me in the here and now.
“Fuck,” I groan, and her beautiful eyes glitter as her hand grips me, sliding torturously up and down my length. My abs clench and I hiss as her thumb swipes over the head of my cock, gathering the bead of precum forming there.
Her hands make quick work of the condom, and I desperately hold my breath as she slides it down my dick. Before I can process another thought, she rises on her knees, guiding me where she wants. Rubbing me against her already slick pussy and with her eyes locked with mine, she lowers herself and we both moan as I start to fill her, the heat of her fucking addictive and I fight the urge to thrust and relieve the pressure pounding in my dick.
Fuck. Her pussy flutters and clenches as she slowly stretches around my cock. Who knew handing over control was so damn hot? We’ll have to play this game again.
“You’re just going to take what you want? So sexy, sweetheart. Use me. Let me see you get off on my cock.” The kink of it all has my pulse thudding in my ears.
The sparkle in her eyes is almost blinding when she says, “A friend recommended I bounce on as many dicks as possible. Lucky you, you’re first.”
A growl rips from my throat. Hell no .
My hands shoot up, one to grip her hair and the other to gently cradle her perfect face. “I’m your alpha and omega,” I rumble. “You were made to bounce on this dick. The one that’s filling you. Stretching you to your limit. You’re mine while we have this arrangement, and I’ll benefit the shit out of you any time you want. Just say the fucking words.”
Her hands grip my wrists, and I hold her gaze until acceptance flickers in her eyes and my gaze follows as her tongue slips out to moisten her lips. I grunt softly, but only when she gives a slight nod, do I ease back, allowing her to take me out for a spin.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Now, you fucking take what’s yours.”
She finally starts to move, and I’m enraptured as she writhes and moans, sliding up and down my cock, leisurely, pleasure playing across her face, those eyes alight with fire. Her moans and whimpers are sinful as they escape with each exhale of breath, and I lean in to taste it all on her lips. But of course, she doesn’t make anything easy, pulling away as another moan cracks through the air. Her breathing accelerates and body tightens, and I know what she wants as her movements speed up.
Ripping my wrists from her grasps, my hands move on their own accord, starting at those beautiful thighs that are straining and spread for me. Satiny smooth skin heats my palms, as I grip and soothe her. The growl gets caught in my throat as she opens her legs a little wider, inviting me deeper, into the silky glide of her pussy, squeezing me tight.
“Take what you need, baby. That’s it. Just like that,” I murmur.
Leaning in, I chase those lips again and she laughs breathlessly, turning her head, as she continues to take what she wants, fucking herself harder on my throbbing dick.
“Kiss me.” The strain in my voice is obvious as I beg.
She shakes her head, and I snap, my hands going to her neck, threading through the soft material of her flimsy dress, giving it a strong tug. The rip echoes around us as she gasps, those bouncing tits spilling free into my waiting hands.
“I’ll have your mouth. I’ve fantasized about it for too long, thought about what it would be like to kiss you. To taste your lips. And I know it’ll fucking ruin me.”
Biting kisses mark her dark skin before I draw a hardened nipple into my mouth, sucking hungrily, sloppily, needing to taste every bit of her that she’ll allow.
“ Aah . Harder, yes, more, please.” Her pleas are fucking music to my ears as my teeth rake over her tender skin again and again before I switch, giving the other nipple the same insatiable attention.
Her body jerks and squirms with each moan and cry for more and my hand moves to her hair. Those dark silky strands a sharp contrast in my balled fist and my skin heats at the first gasp of pain falls from her teasing lips. I pull her to me, grip tightening, holding her in place.
“Suck,” I growl, pushing two fingers in her mouth. “Get’em nice and wet for me.”
Tight sucks and slurps, that impatient tongue swirling around my offered fingers as I plunge deeper, remembering just how eager she was when she took my dick deep down her throat.
“Just like that, my little cock slut.”
Glowing hazel eyes meld to mine as liquid fire blazes over my skin from head to toe as she moans and gags, prompting me to plunge deeper. Reluctantly releasing her hair, I give her ass a little smack, and she responds, mouth opening, allowing me to watch the magic of her tongue stroking my fingers.
“That’s a good girl. You know just what I like, don’t you? How I like to watch you,” I say, my hand moving from her ass to find her hard little clit. My grin is dark and dirty at the shudder that races through her body, but her mouth never stops working.
“Hmm, yeah. You’re going to come for me, so fucking hard. Aren’t you, London? You came in here with your little demands, in these cute ass boots. You know I’m more than able to give you whatever you want. You want to come on my dick, don’t you? You love how I fucking stretch you, hitting every sensitive spot so deep inside you.” I groan as she clenches around me.
“I felt that, sweetheart. You like that, my dirty mouth?”
She whimpers, her body trembling and thrashing uncontrollably.
Slipping from her mouth, I reach behind her, and she gasps, my slick fingers finding her tight little hole, stroking and circling slowly.
“I let you take what you wanted today, but next time, and there will be a next time, and a time after that, I’ll be calling the shots. Tell me you understand, and I’ll let you come,” I whisper against her lips as the tip of my finger slides in and out of her ass, and she nods frantically.
“Good fucking girl.”
That’s all it takes for her to explode. She gives a shout as her eyes fly wide, locking with mine, my hands never stop moving as I push deeper and continue to stroke her clit, and that’s it, I have to taste the desire and delicious ecstasy on her tongue.
I’m not sure who moves first as our mouths slam together. Electricity sparks and flares between us, zaps of current flow from every place we’re connected, welding us together in this moment that I can only describe as perfect. Our tongues fight for dominance, and I smile into the kiss when she trembles and relents, letting me in, submitting to the demands of my seeking tongue. Slanting my head, I delve in, our tongues slowly stroke as they seek more, tasting and savoring.
Giving a little thrust of my hips, I force myself to pull away and meet her eyes.
“My turn.”
In a blink, we’re up and across the room, her squeals fill the space as I move in behind her, pressing her body against the seamless window, Chicago moving right along below us.
Her attempt to shrink away from the frigid glass makes me chuckle as I press my chest against her back, holding her in place.
“Oh, no, London. What did I say?” I whisper in her ear, giving it a little nip.
She trembles again, pulling in a shuddering breath as she whispers, “You call the shots.”
“Yes, exactly. Good girl,” I murmur against her hair. “Again, these boots were a good choice. Now, I can do this.”
Surging forward, I enter her from behind in one long stroke, bottoming out and pulling out in one fluid motion.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries.
She’s so fucking responsive. Never holding back how she’s feeling, not that first night and every time after and I fucking love it.
“Yes, fuck. You feel so damn good.”
Driving in again, I have every intention of taking this slow, dragging this out, torturing her on my dick for as long as her legs will hold her up, but the feel of her at my mercy, wrapped around me so tightly, already quivering as I pick up steam is too much. My body is on autopilot, my hips thrusting again and again, the sound of our skin slapping, the sweet scent of her hair surrounding me, overloading my senses, and I need to come.
“Look what you do to me, London,” I growl as her panting breath fogs the glass her cheek is pressed against. Crowding closer, kissing along her exposed neck and jaw. “You drive me fucking crazy. I need to have you in a bed. The things I’d do to you.”
“Like what?” she stammers.
“Tie you up. Strap you down. Fuck you until I can finally fucking think straight. Until I can think of anything else beside you. But that seems impossible,” I grunt in her ear as she clenches around me.
She moans, pressing back as the sounds and scent of sex envelop us, cocooning us from the bustling city below.
“What about that do you like so much, baby? Do you love my obsession? How I can’t get enough of you. Or is it being fucking owned by me?”
“God, Xander. Your mouth,” she pants.
“That’s right, baby. My mouth. My dick. Yours. Everything is for you,” I growl when she clenches around me. I’m babbling. Words pouring from deep within me and I can’t get them to stop.
Our sweaty bodies come together again and again as I slide deeper, fuck harder. My balls tighten as her arousal runs down my heated skin.
“Be a good girl. Come for me again. Can you do that for me, London? I need to feel you tight and pulsing around me.”
“Yes, please. I’m so close, Xan,” she pleads.
Xan. Fuck.
Pulling her flush against my body, I push in, grinding deep inside her while my hand finds her clit, circling slowly and she fucking quakes.
“That’s it. Let go, baby. I’ll always catch you.”
She tenses with a cry, her body taking everything from me, pulls me over the cliff with her, and I hold myself deep as I shoot off like a geyser.
We stand there, locked together, as my world tilts completely on its axis and I cling to her, because there is nowhere else I’d rather be. I’ve barely caught my breath when she shifts with a hum.
“I heard that. You’re cloaked in satisfaction, just like you knew you would be,” I say. Pressing kisses to her shoulder, I turn my head, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, the sweat along her skin and smile into a few kisses. Running my nose along her jaw to her hair, I inhale her scent again, filling my lungs and brain with this sense memory, before nipping her ear.
“As soon as my legs work again and I can walk without wobbling, I’m going to stretch you out and taste every sweaty inch of you,” I murmur.
She exhales a shaky breath as I finally pull out, making sure I have a grip on this condom. Damn, I’ve never hated an inanimate object more. There shouldn’t be anything between us.
Her shriek echoes around us as I bend, swooping her into my arms bridal style.
“I told you, I got you,” I say, carrying her to the couch. “Sit your pretty ass right here. Let me take care of you,” I mumble against her lips, stealing a kiss. I gesture to the condom. “I’ll be right back.”
“What do you want to order for dinner?” I call out, but she doesn’t respond.
Ridding myself of the condom, I clean up quickly, already thinking about all the fun we’re going to have after dinner tonight. Grabbing a towel, I get the water nice and warm so I can get her cleaned up and we can relax.
Stepping out into the living room, I almost drop the towel when I see her buttoning her coat. She doesn’t meet my gaze as I approach, instead focusing on the simple tasks of gathering her things and straightening her hair.
I follow her without a word and it’s when we’re finally standing in my open door that she looks up and meets my eyes. There’s a wariness there that I’d do anything never to see again.
“Don’t go. You’re so good at running out. Let’s try something else today,” I say when I can no longer take the silence.
She shakes her head. “See you around, stud.” And with a quirk of her lips, she’s gone.
No strings attached, huh… yeah, I’m fucking familiar with the concept, but it’s never felt this empty.