Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LONDON
O h damn.
The vibrator teases my clit as he continues to torment my ass. Devouring me like he’s starving. Wet kisses, long licks. I’m in a special kind of hell as he circles my clit again and again.
Moaning, I pant out, “I’m going to come.”
“Good, come for me. Then I’ll give you what you really want. What you came all this way for.”
I shudder, my body clenching as my orgasm rips through me. I need to sink my teeth into something because I want to scream this entire place down. My body is in complete sensory overload when the head of his cock slides against the vibrator.
“Oh, fuck…”
He enters me with a grunt, a smooth thrust that lights me up like the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center, and bright colors burst behind my eyelids.
“Yes,” he groans, holding himself deep inside me as I quake and quiver and absolutely lose my mind all over his dick.
My moans stutter, mimicking the stimulation he hasn’t relented even a little as he continues to tease my sensitive flesh until I finally come down from the highest high. I don’t think I have anything left as I sink deeper into the desk.
His warm body bends, blanketing mine, as he growls in my ear, “Holy hell, cake. You had me in a vice. I could barely move…”
A satisfied hum leaves me as he thrusts slowly, his dick thick, and solid, stretching me deliciously. Fuck, this might be my favorite place on earth.
The vibration sadly subsides before it’s back, sliding over the swell of my ass, leaving goose bumps in its trail.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you? Oh, no, cake. I need to feel you come again, until my balls are slick with you.”
Fuck, this man’s mouth and dick will be the end of me. My groan is long and loud as his thrusts increase and the vibration slides between my cheeks.
Oh my damn. My eyes roll back as the sensations take me over.
“I meant it. I’m going to fill your every hole.” The head of the vibrator circles my rim, the perfect accompaniment to the pounding he’s treating me to.
Our grunts and groans crescendo, with him continuing to work the tip of the vibrator with shallow thrusts, the pleasure that crests through me is addictive. I want as much of this as I can get. I need this. With him.
His other hand sneaks around until three fingers pry my mouth open fully and I greedily accept the invasion.
“Next time I have you bent over like this, your holes so willing to be filled and stretched, giving me everything I want, I’ll have you surrounded by mirrors. Where we can both feast on how fucking delicious you are. How debauched you are as I tease you, fuck you, and watch my cum spill from you. You’re such a pretty little whore for my cock.”
I shudder, falling apart at his words. I want nothing more than to give my body to him and let him play with me to his heart’s content.
“Or maybe I’ll capture it on camera. Pictures, perfect snapshots of you taking and loving everything I give you. Videos of this, of you, that I can watch over and over again. Fuck, I haven’t even come yet, but I already want to come again at the mere thought of you projected on every surface in my bedroom.”
Whimpering is all I’ve got to give. A vortex of want and need swirl through me as I imagine each scenario. To see every angle and thrust, the snarl on his lips as he pounds me, marks me as his.
“Would you watch it, watch us like this, while I fucked you again? Would our images get you so fucking wet, so fucking feral for my dick, that you’d beg for me to fuck your ass? Fuck, babycakes, I have the biggest fucking nut for you. Are you ready? Come for me again, baby. Milk me, suck every drop from my balls.”
I don’t want this to end but his words send me flying off a cliff and Xander’s right there with me. Those strong hands grip me, holding me to him as he finally stills. Our shouts echoing through the room before soft kisses trail across my shoulders as we try to catch our breath.
“Here, baby. Let me help you down and massage your legs.”
I’m boneless at this point and Xander lifts me effortlessly, moving me to straddle him in his chair. My face goes to his neck, inhaling his familiar scent, and he wraps me in his strong arms, stroking my hair, and running comforting hands down my back and massaging my thighs.
“Baby, you did so well. My perfect girl,” he whispers into my hair.
Feeling like a cat lazing in the sun, I pull our bodies closer, the soft fabric of Xander’s vest and slacks tickling my skin.
“Oh, shit. Your suit.” I try to pull away, realizing I’m ruining his sexy as hell charcoal suit.
“Maybe this makes us even. I get your panties, and you get all the suits you let me fuck you in.”
I shake my head, hiding my smile, I burrow into his neck again chasing the feel of his strong pulse against my lips. God, I laugh with him as easily as I come. “Deal,” I whisper.
We sit there a little longer when I realize, this is the first time I’ve let him hold me after sex. Usually, I get off and get out, in hopes not to step over any lines or our benefits only boundaries, but this is nice. Damn near perfect.
His deep voice rumbles in my ear, sending a shiver through me. “Telling you to get dressed goes against every fiber of my being. But now that I’ve had dessert, it’s time for lunch and I’ve ordered your favorites.”
How does he do it? Knows what I need before I do.
My little plan may have just backfired. Xander isn’t what I expected, but maybe he’s what I need.
Alexander Grant is everywhere. My dreams. The random diner. At the damn dry cleaners.
I need to check my phone or watch or something because he must have placed a tracking device on me, I think as I step out of the shower. But honestly, I can be honest with myself, right? I like it. I really like it.
Xander’s the definition of attentive when we’re together, always asking questions and actually listens to the response. At lunch the other day, we talked about everything and nothing, from our childhood dreams to our collegiate misadventures. Me, growing up as an only child. Him, growing up as the youngest of four in a charming little town where everyone knew everyone. His love of swimming and my love of running. To what shows we’re currently watching. The cynic in me can’t help but think he’s only doing this because he’s getting something out of it, that the newness will wear off and I’ll see the real him soon.
It’s a bit of a double-edged sword. I’m hopeful for his failure, for his downfall to be swift and painless because I hate to admit it, but he’s growing on me. Because the sooner I see the real him, the sooner we can move on and maybe not be friends, but he’ll have scratched this itch that I suddenly can’t get rid of without his hands on me.
My eyes snag on the gorgeous vases of red flowers on the bedside tables. I’m not sure what they’re called, but the pop of color is a nice touch in the dark room. I’ll have to remember to thank Sasha when I see her. She seems to change these out each week and I appreciate her attention to detail. Each arrangement has been more lovely than the next.
Dressing quickly in leggings and a soft oversized sweater because I just can’t be bothered today. I throw on tinted moisturizer, eyeliner, mascara, and call it a day. Unwrapping my hair, I run a comb through it quickly as I check my phone and the text from Zuri.
Heffa, don’t make me fly across the country. Call me.
I smile at her words. This is her way of saying she misses me. Climbing onto the bed, I lie across it, considering if I should call or text her back. While I love the girls, they’ve been amazingly sweet and supportive, I need my best friend right now. The maelstrom in my head is too much for me to handle today. Everything is whipping me around like the spin cycle.
Hmm. Opening the internet browser, I navigate to what I need, check the times, and take a few screenshots.
Moving over to my texts, I find my group chat with Sasha, Gem, and Mia. Shooting off an idea that’s forming even as I type.
Who’s ready for a few days in Seattle? I need to see my bestie. Here are the flights. We leave 2day. Which works best?
Responses roll in immediately.
Me! Whatever works for you. I’ll make it work. Sasha texts.
Hell yeah. I agree with Sasha. I’m in that thang! Gem adds.
SAY LESS, BITCHES. YOU HAD ME AT THE SCREENSHOTS OF FLIGHTS. LEGGGGOOOO! Mia responds.
I love these girls, and their no questions asked approach to friendship and support.
Yay! How soon can you pack? I want to get there as soon as possible and there’s a flight that leaves in a little over three hours. Thank goodness it was still early. We had a long, hectic travel day ahead of us.
Crickets.
Sasha finally responds. Sorry, I’m packing in my head. I’m sure the other two are too. I’ll be home in ten minutes. Can’t wait!
We made it!
Stepping up to Zuri’s door, I bring my fingers to my lips to stifle my laughter before knocking. I never responded to her texts and she’s going to be so surprised.
Quickly covering the peephole, I lower my voice, adding as much bass as I can. “Open up.”
I can practically hear her growl before she calls out, “Fuck off, asshole. You got the wrong one. Fuck around and find out.”
Removing my hand, I burst out laughing. My girl does not play!
Her answering squeal fills me with joy and as she flings the door open, our screams pierce the quietness of the late afternoon, and then we’re hugging and rocking back and forth.
“Oh my god, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I have nothing but free time, so I thought I’d come see you. I could tell you were dying without me.” I squeeze her a little tighter.
“You’re right. I was dying of fucking boredom. I’m so happy you’re here,” she says as we continue our rocking.
“Plus, I have to do a final walk through of my place, so I thought, why not, you know? So, here we are!”
Finally pulling away, she quirks a brow, meeting my gaze. “We?”
“Yeah, I brought the girls with me. They’re back at the house I rented for our little getaway.” I laugh as she pulls me into her condo. Inhaling deeply, I’m immediately comforted by the familiar scent of her apple cinnamon muffins.
“Are you baking me muffins? You must have a bestie radar. You totally knew I was coming! Eek! Something told me I had to get my ass to Seattle today.”
She rolls her eyes. “That must be it and not that I also love them. Get your butt in here and get comfortable. I’ll grab muffins and coffee, and you can tell me why you’re here. I have a feeling this is going to be good.”
Kicking my boots off, I move into the dim room, running my fingertips along the back of the deep purple velvet couch. Bringing a gold pillow to my lap, I look around. Zuri’s place has such a relaxing, comfy vibe, and I’ve missed it. I appreciate Ty and Sasha allowing me to live with them while I get my life together, but their penthouse is immaculate. Ultra-modern. Hi-tech. And a gazillion dollars. Don’t get me wrong. I like nice things, hello, shoes, exhibit A , but for my next place, I want something a little homier with lots of character. Or maybe something fun and whimsical.
Actually, I like my parents’ Craftsman and the house I rented for this trip. Maybe my style is evolving. Either way, I want something spacious, but that feels comforting and warm, like Zuri’s place. Maybe it’s just the memories talking. Or her baking that she does with so much love, but this is my safe space. The place I ran to after too many nights where too many horrible words crashed past my defenses and chipped away at my self-worth, cracked my confidence. This is where I came to get glued back together. I don’t know if she knows just what she did for me.
Glancing up, Zuri balances a tray loaded with fresh goodies, a huge smile on her face, as her nonexistent hips sway to the music she has softly pumping through the surround sound speakers.
My gorgeous friend is wearing a sleeveless black catsuit with a gorgeous red and black floor length kaftan. Once she places the tray down on the round coffee table, I reach over to stroke the silky material.
“Ooh, this is gorgeous. I want one, friend.”
“Right! I’m obsessed with these. It’s from an Ethiopian designer I found tagged on IG. I’ll send you her info. I love all her stuff. It comes in all the sizes.”
“Love that. But you know what I love more?” I ask. “Is that your famous Brown Sugar Apple Iced Coffee?!”
“It sure is. Before you start begging and humping my leg, here you go.”
I’m not in the least embarrassed at the moan that falls from my lips as she hands me probably the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. Well, maybe the second best.
My eyes cross as the sweet deliciousness hits my tongue and before I can come down, she hands me a still warm muffin. “Thank you, dear friend,” I mumble around a mouthful.
She chuckles and settles in, leaning back, watching me devour my favorite treats.
“You know, I had no idea it was going to be this difficult giving up your desserts,” I say with a satiated sigh.
“My desserts, huh? Not me?”
“Well, you and your desserts. You know what I mean. But you should consider opening a location in Chicago! Then we can resume our bestie life and conquer a new place together.”
My girl owns a small chain of cafés and being the talented baker that she is, offers the best sweet treats.
Her smile is soft when she asks, “Did you come all the way back here just to tell me that?”
“No, I just thought about it. I’m sure there are plenty of decent cafés in the windy city and I haven’t found them yet, but it would just be so much easier if I had yours.”
“So, if you didn’t come here to convince me to move to Chicago, tell me why you’re here.”
“Well, you called me a heffa and threatened to fly to me. I thought this would be easier since I know you’re busy.”
“What would be easier?”
Flopping back, I look up at the ceiling as I say, “I took your advice and I’ve been enjoying Xander like a sex toy.”
When she doesn’t say anything, I wrench my neck to look up at her. “Hello? Did you hear me?”
“Of course, I heard you. I’m waiting for the problem. Is it that the sex is bad? The other times were just flukes? Or is the dick good, so good, that boy has you running from it?”
My head falls back with a groan. This is so much more than that and I can’t put it into words for her until I can figure things out for myself.
“Ooooh, bitch. Is it that good? Like, it’s goooood ?!” Her voice drops into the most suggestive of tones and I can’t help but laugh.
“It’s that good and he fucking knows it.”
“I’m still waiting for the problem. It sounds like you’re getting those cheeks clapped . Don’t tell me you came all this way to rub your good fortune in my face? That would just be rude.”
I cackle. “I would never. But, you know. I have plans. Plans that don’t include him.”
“How does fucking him right now derail your plans for the future?”
I hesitate, unsure how to explain that Xander’s making me question everything
“Exactly. It doesn’t. People come into your life for a reason, season, lesson, or blessing. You know that, so why are you really here?”
“I talked to Travis and now my head’s all over the place.”
“Say no more. Let’s go get your girls and get you under Jose, Jim, Jack, and Tito. Fuck it, let’s add Bobby, Ronnie, Ricky, and Mike, too.”