Chapter Eight
~Summer~
A wide grin spreads across his face, dimples imploding in his cheeks, and I swear to God, my panties feel like they might combust from the heat that just sparked between my legs.
“Patience, little girl.”
“Ugh.” I pull away, immediately missing the heat of his body. “I hate when you call me that.” The doors to the elevator slide open and I stride through, my heels clicking angrily against the marble floor. I hear him call my name, but I don’t stop.
His fingers wrap around my wrist, and before I can blink, he spins me around, and crushes his lips to mine. I gasp in surprise, my knees almost giving out when his tongue brushes against mine, dipping inside to tangle with it. He tastes like butter and wine and he’s so very warm as he pulls me flush. My arms weave around his neck to hold on, gravity seeming to no longer be a factor in my world.
After a few minutes, or maybe just a few seconds, I honestly don’t know, he pulls away, dropping one last soft kiss to my mouth as he does. I stare at him, my chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
“Will that do for now?” His voice sexy and low, one side of his mouth rising in a cocky grin.
“I’m just wondering what the lesson is here?” My hands still wrapped around his neck.
He laughs out loud, his chest vibrating against mine, his eyes bright. “Has anyone ever kissed you like that?”
I think about the boys, and yes, I think they must all be considered boys after the few short encounters I’ve had with Xander, and realize that not a single one ever left a fire burning in my belly the way it was now. My muscles tremble as I blink up at him, then shake my head once to indicate my response.
“Then you just learned what a good kiss should feel like.” He states, smugness in his tone as he straightens to his full height, one hand staying firmly on my waist. “Come on, the car will be waiting.”
I let him lead me, my mind too busy wondering if there will be more kissing or if that was to be my only lesson. I can’t deny that I want more, so much more than just that one kiss, as I slide into the leather seat of the car. When Xander’s settled, he gives the driver my address, his hand resting on my thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles against my skin. There is a naughty part of me that wants to spread my legs wide and push his hand higher, but I’m too afraid he’ll laugh, or worse, push me away. Instead, I swing my face to his and ask him a question I think takes him by surprise. “Tell me how a man likes to be kissed?”
“What?” His eyes widening.
“How do I know when I should kiss a man? And how should I kiss him? Should I pepper small kisses over his lips, or should I tease him with my tongue before I slip it into his mouth?”
“Just how much porn have you been watching, little girl?” His question is practically a growl.
“Enough to know that I’m not sure. There’s not a lot of kissing in those videos.” I muse.
He chuffs back a laugh, then wraps an arm around me to haul me to him. “Kiss me.” He invites, my pulse beating in my ears. “I’m telling you to. That’s how you know when a man wants you to kiss him.”
I lick my lips, my gaze sliding from his eyes to his mouth. I’m not exactly sure what to do, so I let my body take over and act on instinct. I tilt my head and with the tip of my tongue, swipe it across his bottom lip. His mouth parts and I propel myself against his chest as I seal my lips to his. My hand snakes up to grip onto the hair at the scruff of his neck and I tug, sliding my tongue against his when his mouth opens wider. He shifts my body so that I’m sitting across his lap, his arousal pressing into my thigh, my other hand moving to clench the material of his shirt in my fist.
I drag my mouth off his to leave a trail of kisses across his cheek until I reach his ear. I sweep my tongue around his lobe, and then nibble, my breath hot as I feel it blow into his ear. He groans, and it feels powerful, knowing my kiss is making him feel this way. To have him react to me this way. My lips curve up in a small smile of triumph as I whisper in his ear. “Is that how little girls kiss?”
His hand latches onto my hair, yanking me back so my face is even with his, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “That’s the kind of kiss that will get you in trouble.”
“I think we both know the trouble I want to get into with you.”
His eyes lock onto mine, staring into them for several long seconds before he slides me off his lap. “Summer, don’t push this. Not now when all I want to do is lift your skirt, bend you over this seat and fuck you.”
“I’m asking you to fuck me.” I remind him. I turn my body to his and plead my case again. “Xander, you tell me that when I have sex with someone it should be special, and with someone I care about. Someone who will know what I want and make sure the experience is something I’ll treasure and remember fondly.”
“I know what I said, and I mean it.” He confirms.
“You are that person for me.” I clutch his hand between mine and press it to my chest. “I’ve shared more about myself with you than anyone. I care about you, and know being with you would be special and something I will always remember and cherish. To know and understand what it should feel like to be made love to.” He rolls his eyes, so I correct myself. “Okay, to be fucked properly.”
The car stops and the driver turns as he opens the door. “I’ll wait outside, sir.” Holy shit, I just shared all that with the driver too. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t even realize. I feel my face flame as I peek back at Xander to find him looking intently at me.
“Let me walk you up to your room. It’s dark now.” Disappointment floods through me as he steps out of the car and moves around to my side to help me out. I take his hand, his hold tightening when I’m out the car, keeping me close. He pauses and speaks to the driver. “You don’t have to wait.” Hope blooms in my chest, until I hear what he says next. “I live a couple of blocks away and want to walk home.”
Dreading what happens next, I attempt to end things here on the sidewalk instead of in a hallway upstairs. “I’m fine from here. You don’t have to escort me.” The double meaning of my words purely accidental, but no less true.
“No.” He tugs my hand and starts toward the doors of the building, making it clear he isn’t going to change his mind. “I’ll see you in.”
We take the elevator to the third floor, my fingers still entwined with his in a vise like hold. We exit and walk in silence down the hall, stopping when we reach my room. I try to slide my hand out of his so I can grab my keys from my clutch, but his grip tightens as he lifts it above my head and pushes my back up against the door. He steps into my space, tilting into me, his normally light eyes, dark as he peers down. “I want to take you inside this room and do everything you want me to, but I’m afraid it’s going to mean more to you than it should.”
“So what if it does.” I blink, my heart racing inside my chest. I lick my lips, dry from the short breaths racing in and out of me. “Something like this should be special to me, but I’m not foolish enough to confuse it for anything other than what it is for you.”
“And just what do you think this is?” His mouth just an inch from mine, his eyes darting back and forth.
“Your job.” I breathe out softly.
“This stopped being a job the minute I let you kiss me.” And then, his lips press against mine in a kiss so searing I feel the heat of it all the way to my toes. Somehow, he manages to get the keys from my purse and into the lock of the door without breaking his hold on me. I almost fall backwards when the door flies open, but he drops the keys and bag to the floor, sliding his hands around my waist to clasp me close. He urges me further into the room, kicking the door closed with his foot, the sound of it slamming loud in the quiet of my room.
I want to slow this down but I’m afraid if I do, he’ll change his mind, so I seize onto his shoulders, clinging to his body like a life preserver. I can feel his hard length against my stomach, a groan sounding between us when I grind into it. He pushes me back, my hold on him lost as he takes two steps away, separating us.
“Wait.” My heart stops, my breath caught in my throat as I assume what’s coming next. “We shouldn’t rush this.”
My heart skipping back to life when his words register. “Okay.”
“Come here.” He beckons me with a tilt of his chin. I obey, closing the distance in two strides. He cradles my face with his palms, lifting it, his lips feathering over my cheeks, my eyes, the tip of my nose until they brush delicately over mine. A small gasp puffs from me when his fingers flutter over one erect nipple before trailing lower, sliding under the hem of my dress. They skim higher, along the back of my thigh until his entire hand cups my ass, squeezing tenderly. His other hand moves to the back of my neck to tug at the tie holding my dress up, releasing it, the silk material sliding down to my waist.
He backs away, his gaze travelling down my torso and then back to my face. “Take it off.”
I comply, no hesitation. He’s seen me before, and I’ve never been shy about being naked. I shove the dress over my hips letting it fall to the floor, stepping out of it, my body now clad in just a strapless bra and thong. Yes, I broke a thong out for this date.
“You are simply exquisite.” He steps close enough to drift a soft touch up the length of my arm, over my shoulder and around the back of my neck, tilting it to stroke his tongue over my lips before sweeping a gentle kiss across my mouth. I sigh, pleasure coursing through me from his slightest touch.
I want to feel him as well, so as he continues to caress my mouth, I reach for the buttons of his shirt to work them open. When my task is complete, I thread between the breach in the material and spread the cotton, placing my hands flat on his chest. One hand rests over his heart and I can feel it’s quick pace and marvel at its speed. He’s as excited as me. He’s not pretending or acting and it spurs me to act more boldly, my hands grazing over the bumps of his abdomen until they reach his buckle.
His hot mouth rakes down the side of my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin, the ache between my legs throbbing. As I unfasten his belt and begin to unclasp his pants, his hands snake behind my back and release my bra, my breasts exposed as it falls to the floor. He toes his shoes off then moves his hands to his pants, pushing them and his briefs off in one shove. He shrugs his shirt off, and in the blink of an eye he stands before me naked.
He moves to kiss me, his hand reaching for my face, but I place mine flat on his chest, stopping him. With a small shake of my head and a look that I hope tells him what he needs to know, I place my other hand against the hard plain of his torso, and begin exploring each inch of his body. His skin is soft, but his muscles a contradiction under my fingertips, and when I drag on digit over his nipple, he hisses as his cock jerks in response. “Careful, little girl.”
It’s a warning I don’t heed, inclining forward to lave my tongue over the raised peak, my hand grazing lower to curl around his hard length, his fingers tangling through my locks on a groan. I drag another wet lick over the nipple then creep lower until I reach his belly button. I swirl around the small circle then flick my tongue inside, cum leaking from the tip of his length. My eyes dart up, meeting his, locking my gaze, as I kneel lower to swipe the liquid dripping from him. It’s salty and a little bitter, but when his mouth falls open with a long sigh, I want to give him more.
I slide him between my lips and inhale, sucking his length deep into my throat, his nails digging into my scalp when I swallow. His knees buckle slightly when I slide back then bob my head back down in one quick motion, taking him even deeper. I feel heat pool in my center as it spasms, aching for him to be inside me. I hum in pleasure, the only way I can express how good this feels, then feel myself being pulled up as he yanks me off his cock with a pop to slam his mouth to mine.
He rips away, panting, his eyes darting wildly to mine, one brow arching. “You’re too fucking good at that, and when I come, it’s going to be inside you.”
“Oh.” Can’t argue with that, but somehow, I seemed to have lost any ability to communicate.
He presses a kiss to my lips then leads me to my bed. “Lay down.” As I comply, he walks quickly to his pants, pulling out his wallet and then a condom. It hits me then that this is really and truly happening. He’s not going to leave. He’s going to have sex with me. The first real sex I’ve ever had. Instead of being nervous or scared, my body relaxes, a state of joy washing over me at having him to share this moment with.
When he reaches me, he bends over me with a hand on either side of my shoulders, lowering his face to brush a kiss against my mouth. He inches lower, nuzzling down my neck, weaving a hot path to my breast, drawing it between his lips on a soft pull. My back arches as I gasp, my arms lashing out beside me as my hands clench onto the comforter, the material bunching into tight balls between my fingers.
His other hand snakes over the scrap of material covering my center, and begins to glide back and forth against my swollen lips, my thighs spreading. I clench my lids closed, the myriad of sensation swirling through me almost too much to process. A finger slides under the silk and flicks my clit, my eyes popping open as I let out a loud groan, the ache between my legs intensifying as I crave something more. As if he can read my mind, he glides two digits through my slick center then sinks them inside of me.
“Oh, God.” I sigh, thrusting my hips into his hand, still wanting more.
“You’re so wet.” He murmurs above me. “Just need to taste you.”
His words send a bolt of lightning straight to my core, the anticipation of his tongue spurring my desire for him even higher. His fingers slide out of me to peel my thong off. He settles between my legs, his hands spreading me wider. He leans in and inhales deeply. “Jesus you smell fucking amazing.” And then, he flattens his tongue against the very bottom of my ass and drags it all the way up until it licks against my clit.
Every muscle in my body contracts, and I let out a groan that I swear comes from the very bottom of my soul. He chuckles, the vibration transferring onto my clit as he strokes over me again, and without warning I explode. Yelling out my surprise, my pussy pulsates wildly around his mouth as he sucks, my hips pushed into the mattress as he grips them to hold me in place. I call out to God repeatedly, I think thanking the heavens for the bliss I’m feeling, only stopping when Xander drags his mouth off my center to slide up my body to swallow them down.
His lips are slick and covered in my juices, but I don’t care. I just want more. A yearning I didn’t know could exist, creating a hunger in me that feels like starvation. “Please Xander.” I mewl into his mouth, arching my body into his as I beg for him to quench this new feeling. “Please.”
He rolls over, grabs the condom off the bed, and rips it open. Rolling the smooth rubber over his shaft, he locks his gaze onto mine. “Are you ready?” His question is gentle, his tone caring, and I nod, never being more sure of anything in my life. “I’m going to go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”
I’m not a virgin, but this will also be the first time that a man, a real man, will be entering me and I’m quite sure, staying in me for more than a minute. The fact that he’s acknowledging this, taking every precaution to make this moment beautiful and special, warms me. I nod, and go to speak, but he covers my mouth with his, kissing me with a tenderness I didn’t know he possessed.
I sigh into his mouth, my arms wrapping around his body to hold him as he uses one hand to guide himself to my center. He pushes in just a little, his lips moving to my ear and begins whispering to me. “You’re so beautiful.” Another small thrust, my mouth forming a small O as my core clenches. “Fucking perfect.” Another thrust, this time deeper, a moan rolling from me. “So fucking tight.” One final shove and he’s all the way in, my nails dragging across his back when he slides back and then plunges all the way into me again, both of us moaning.
“Are you okay?” His breath hot against my ear, his fingers brushing across my cheek before he plants small kisses to my lips.
“Yes.” I breath against his mouth. “Please don’t stop.”
“No.” He pumps in and out of me. “I won’t.” His mouth covering mine again, devouring every breath I pant as he continues to thrust, his hips rocking faster, harder until I feel myself start to climb. I curl into him, my hands scraping the skin on his back as I try to get closer. He shifts his hips, his length grinding over my clit and I scream, another orgasm exploding from me. Xander’s hips pound into me a final time, my name roaring from him as I feel his cock pulsing between my clenched walls, each of us clinging to the other as we float weightless.
I drift back to consciousness when I feel him slide out of me, his lips feathering over my mouth as he speaks. “I’ll be right back.” And he is. A moment later his arms wrap around me, pulling me against his warmth, kisses pressing onto the top of my head as he cradles me. “Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh.” I hum out, snuggling my body further into his, entwining my fingers into one of his. “Thank you, Alexander.” It’s the first time I’ve ever called him by his full name, but this meant so much to me. It didn’t matter that I paid him. Nothing could have ever been more special to me than what he just did and shared with me.
“You’re welcome, Summer.” He uses my name as well, and not Little Girl. His fingers squeeze mine gently, and bathed in his warmth, I fall asleep.
I wake many hours later, surprised when I see the sun shining through the one window in my room, but not surprised that Xander is gone. Other than covering me with a blanket, and the slight ache between my legs, there is no evidence that he was ever here.
I rise, stretch, then slide off the bed. I pause when I notice something on the bookcase next to the door. I pad over, lifting it, my heart stilling when I realize it’s the envelope of money I gave to Xander for payment. I turn it over, my breath catching when I start to read the words he wrote.
Summer,
Being with you was an honor, never a job, and taking money would be wrong. I’ll cherish every moment as dearly as you deserve to be. Farewell my little one.
XO Alexander
I read the words over and over again, my fingers trembling around the envelope as I digest his message. He took something that could have been perceived as dirty, and made it clean with this one action. He showed me he cared, and I mattered, and that what we did mattered. I press the envelope to my heart, then hide it between two books in my bookcase. I smile, grateful and at peace, knowing I made the right choice in him. Yes, it was over, but I felt like I had just begun and couldn’t wait for the next chapter of my life to begin.