27. Xander
TWENTY-SEVEN
xander
“Cali? I have avoided addiction all my life, and yet with you? Throw me into rehab and call me an addict.”
We lay there while I caught my breath and until she could form a single sentence.
“I love how tight you are. How it feels when your pussy clamps down around my cock and pulls me in deeper. I love filling you.”
With a slow pace, I thrust my hips, pushing my still-buried cock further into her sweet cunt.
“I can’t promise anyone is going to die today, but I do know you and Rylee need new dresses for the gallery. Masks as well. However, if you prefer, I can fuck you until you’re so sore you won’t be able to walk enough to leave my apartment.”
Her fist pounded into my pec.
“Don’t you dare. I’ve never been to an art show, let alone one where I know the artist.”
I hadn’t been kidding when I said I was addicted. Laying here, still buried inside her, every shift or movement felt like a stroke to my greedy cock.
I slowly shifted my hips to pull out just enough.
“Xander, are you hard again?”
I tilted her chin to look at me as I claimed her lips and owned her mouth. Then I thrust back inside her. She squeaked against my lips before I pulled away and saw her wide green eyes.
“What do you think, Sparky?”
I gripped her thigh and pulled it over my hip, keeping her from getting away from me as I slid back out, leaving the tip right at her entrance, keeping her stretched for me.
“Eyes on mine, Cali.”
She did as I told her, and as I pushed back inside her, the lubricant of my come making it far too easy to bury myself balls deep in one thrust, I was able to watch her pupils dilate in pleasure.
“You are such a good girl.”
She whimpered as I slid out again, and this time I paused for a second and felt as her body tensed more with every second. Her body was tight around my crown and she grew tighter with each hard and quick thrust. My own groan of pleasure was impossible to hold back. Yeah, I was addicted.
I shifted her under me, giving me full access to her body.
“Xander, please. I don’t know if I can take you again.”
I slowly slid back out, feeling her entrance tighten as my cock left her. I let my tip play at the tight hole, teasing her.
“Oh, Cali. I know you can take me. I know you want me. Your body is begging me.”
I pushed her thighs wider with my own, and I nearly lost my battle with patience when I pressed against her tight core, barely entering. Barely stretching her.
“Fuck, I love the noises you make for me.”
I liked the way she tensed when she didn’t know what I would do next.
I smirked and watched her breath shudder, and then I thrust back inside her in one long, hard, deep push.
The urgency of my need to claim her overwhelmed even my own resolve, and I forgot the game I was playing as I slammed into her over and over again. Her cries and moans and whimpers the only encouragement I needed.
Her body shattered around my cock as I slammed into her again and again. Her breaths were stilted, and her eyes closed as I chased my own release again.
I roared as I came harder this time.
“Open your eyes,” I whispered, and I watched her watch me. In this moment, something inside me clicked into place.
What had felt like some kind of strange power move to bring her here was now clear as hell.
I’d tried to stay away from her, but fate wasn’t my friend.
“Sparky? I think I’m fucking in love with you.”
This time it wasn’t me that was in charge. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed me like I was the last meal she’d requested on what felt a whole lot like death row.
I would die to protect her.
“I love you too, Xander. I think I fell for you the moment you told me you wouldn’t fuck in me a dark corner.”
I shook my head at her.
“And I will be making up for that for the rest of our damn lives apparently. I’ll make sure you never feel neglected, ever.”
Her pussy was still pulsing around my cock. Fucking hell.
“Fuck the art show. We stay here. I’m right where I want to be.”
I shifted and laid my head on her chest, listening to her breathe. Listening to hear heartbeat. Who knew life could sound so damn sexy?
I closed my eyes when her fingers weaved into my hair.
“Xander?”
The feel of her fingers seemed to have relaxed damn near everything about me.
“Xander?”
Her voice was too sweet when she said my name.
“Xander!” she said this time with a lot less sweetness.
“What, woman?”
She slapped my back and giggled.
“I want to go to the art show. We can’t get me a dress in this bed.”
I shifted and hated how cold I felt as I moved away.
“Fine. If you insist. The dress designer will be here soon, I guess was my point,” I said and forced myself to head toward the shower.
“What do you mean the designer?”
I loved the way she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my middle as I turned on the shower.
“What I said. The designer. She’s a sister of one of our guys and very talented.”
I turned around and watched Cali’s mouth open and close but nothing came out.
“I can’t afford that,” she said finally.
I took her hand and pulled her into the now warm water.
“I love you, Calliope. If I choose to spend the money that cost me far more than just my youth, let me.”
She shifted, and after far too many seconds, she pulled out of my embrace.
“Okay. Sure. But then I get to pay you back the way I see fit.”
My molars ached as I clenched my jaw.
“Cali, you do not—” I shut the fuck up as she sank to her knees and took my cock in her mouth.
I was sitting there, waiting for her to come out. This couch was getting to be unbearably uncomfortable, or maybe it was my patience that was wearing thin.
Cali finally emerged back in the robe instead of the dress she was supposed to be trying on.
“I like that dress,” said Rylee. Three racks of dresses were now in our garage. The designer, who we had singlehandedly risen to fame, was beaming with pride.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Zeid said to the young girl and her assistant.
“Anything for the Spectors. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you. Now, about masks. I can have custom masks designed to match the gowns once these two women decide on a style and color. Are you sure we don’t have enough time to do custom gowns too?”
Zeid was shaking his head.
“No. The show has been moved up thanks to the fickle needs of the artist.”
I rolled my eyes at that.
Cas wasn’t fickle, but Zeid was just as much a part of the designs as I was, and I’d say he was being a fickle little bastard.
“This one? The iridescence really brings out the rainbows in my hair.”
Cali was playing with her hair now.
“Do we have time to dye it? I need to do something, well, less.”
I really hated the idea of her changing her hair up, but I couldn’t deny the rainbow was an easy target. Though it had saved her life once.
Rylee pushed Cali back toward the little mobile curtained booths set up as a changing room.
This was the only way Cas and I were willing to let either woman shop.
Minutes passed.
“Calliope, you looked amazing in the last dress. Please just come here and show us.” Damn, was I begging?
The curtain shifted and she stepped out, and fuck if I didn’t break into a sweat.
“No.” The word was out there before I could think about my future.
Cali turned on me so fast, I questioned who was in control of who.
“No? No, what? No to a dress I feel beautiful in? I’ll buy it then, so you can’t say no.” Cali turned to the designer. “How much?”
The designer looked toward me, and I shook my head.
“For you, Miss…” the designer stopped.
“Smith. My last name is Smith. But for me what? How much is it?” Calliope asked, as she glanced over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at me.
“Right. Miss Smith, for you, it’s on the house. I owe Xander and the others. And to have my design on you? I can’t buy that kind of publicity.”
Calliope growled, and it was clear by the way she clenched her fists that none of this was what she wanted to hear. So she nodded to the designer and turned on her heel, making quick work of the distance to me.
Her voice was low as she chastised me.
“You’re an asshole. You don’t get to say no to a free dress. But really? Free? What did you do for her, huh? Free? Really? What did you pay her already? Besides, what’s even wrong with this dress? Wait, go back to her. Why does she owe you? Your dick is not that fucking magical.”
Cas chuckled to my right.
“Wear the dress. It looks amazing on you. I’ll make sure to bring twice as many weapons to ensure no one touches you. As for the rest of your accusations? Well, go change, and then I’ll show you just how magical my dick is.”
She scoffed, but the way her face turned a pretty shade of pink told me I’d at least gotten to her.
“Andromeda, thank you for making a special trip for us,” I said, and moved to push Cali back into the mobile changing room. I leaned into the small cube and whispered, “Calliope, thank the nice lady, and then I will punish you for being a brat.”