Chapter 26
Penelope
The rest of the night was laced with anticipation. Every moment of small talk felt like a blur of heated stares and sultry
whispers. We kept ourselves relatively composed, not so much as kissing before we entered our suite.
My heels snapped against the floor, echoing in an unsteady cadence with my heart as Xander opened the door to let me in. The
heavy thud of the door closing, and the roar of my excitement hushed every other sound.
“Poppy.”
But those two syllables were steel through silk.
“Yes?”
The air between us flickered with impatience, yet while my entire body felt like it would give way at any moment, I turned
to see Xander standing there patiently. Watching.
“Where are we going?” His tone remained flat but stern.
A finger sank beneath his tie. He loosened it slowly as he took the few steps toward me. The lighthearted man was replaced
with one whose gaze refused to move from mine.
His duality was a rip current. Deceptively calm with a furious tide that raged just below the surface.
He dropped his mouth to my ear when I didn’t answer. “Kitchen, bed, pool, up against the wall, bent over the couch... where are we starting?”
The whisper settled between my thighs.
“I...”
“I need you to make a decision.” He leaned his forehead against mine, electricity crackled between his words. “Because after
that, I get to decide how you come.”
His hands moved just above the curve of my ass, where the hem along my back began. “ When you come.
“And how many times you come.” He stepped forward, backing me against the wall with an unbroken stare. “So, where are we going,
Poppy?”
My thighs clenched at the mental images of the veritable ways Xander could keep his word.
“Bed,” I said through a shuddered whisper.
A grin pulled at the side of his cheek. His hands became fists around the lining of my dress, which was snug around my hips.
“You won’t need this.”
With one hard rip the bottom came loose. Moisture slickened between my legs.
His finger ran slowly to my collar and pushed the thin straps off my shoulders. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving behind
a lacy thong and the diamonds I wore for the occasion.
Xander’s eyes roved down my body slowly. A subtle shift in his muscles confessed his arousal.
“Poppy.” His lips brushed against mine; his thumb passed tentatively over my clit. “If it’s too much, tell me, okay?”
I nodded. His fingers lightly stroked the dampness along my panties.
“Are you being a gentleman, darling?” My teeth dragged over my lip fighting back a moan.
Heat flashed though his eyes. His fingers looped around my panties and with a quick yank, they joined the tattered pieces of my dress on the floor.
“Gentle ended on the poker table.” His hands ran up my side then along my collarbone, and he pulled me into a heated kiss.
The world around me melted away. I got lost in a heady mix of passion and pleasure as it spindled around every nerve ending.
His hands roamed along each dip and curve of my body.
His mouth, his teeth, his tongue devoured every soft moan and whimper.
His fingers laced through my hair before gripping the base of my neck roughly. Raw and untethered, his kiss sought to claim
everything .
He groaned as he pulled away, looped both hands under my thighs, and lifted me.
“Already so wet for me.” His fingers followed the curve of my spine and teased my entrance from behind. My naked body ground
against him. “You’re going to ruin this tux.”
“You ruined my dress.” I rolled my hips.
His nostrils flared. “It won’t be the last.”
He pulled me back into a kiss and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and I watched as he undressed. Beneath
the perfectly crafted fabric was a man built like an athlete. Broad muscular shoulders, a sculptured torso that led down to...
I swallowed hard as he removed his boxers. His massive cock, long and thick, jutted out, making my stomach flip. The idea
of that inside me felt daunting and alluring at the same time.
The mattress dipped as he hovered over me. His thumb found my aching clit again and ran progressively firmer strokes around
it, being careful not to actually press it how he knew I wanted him to.
“Xander...” I panted.
A slow ember began to burn away along my spine, spreading in all directions. I ran a hand up his chest into his hair.
He pushed a finger into me. My head tipped back, and a short whimper rolled up my throat.
“ Fuck ,” he groaned as he sank another finger into me. The slick sounds began to hasten, the static moved along my limbs.
My hips ground against his hand again, feeling the shaky precipice approaching.
“Look at me.” His gravelly command nearly pushed me over the edge. But he stopped his slow circles and pulled his fingers
out of me. He licked one before looking down at me like captured prey. “Open your mouth for me, Poppy.”
A molten heat settled at the bottom of my stomach.
My past lovers were proper. The sex was... appropriate . And, mostly, disappointing.
This was sinful.
It ignited a desire that threatened to consume every fiber of propriety in its blaze.
I parted my lips. He slowly pushed his fingers, covered in my arousal, along my tongue.
“Suck them clean,” he instructed. Leaning back a bit, he ran his other hand down my thigh. He brought my leg over his shoulder.
His jaw flexed as I felt his tip slowly stroking my entrance.
I sucked harder against his fingers, my hips jerked impatiently.
“That’s my girl.” He leaned in, pulled his fingers from my mouth and lifted my other leg to his shoulder. “So eager to cross
everything off that list.”
He entered me slowly at first, inch by inch. “One by one.”
Then he pushed in all at once, knocking all the air from my lungs as I struggled to adjust to him.
The pain from his sheer size was quickly washed away by the pleasure that began to mount. Every muscle stretched to accommodate
him, and I’d never felt so completely and utterly taken .
“Fuck...” He groaned deeply. His thumb ran along my clit, not pressing too firmly, teasing it over and over. “You’re tight.”
My slow pants began to give way to deeper, more languid breaths as I adjusted. And just as quickly as I felt completely overwhelmed
by him, I needed more.
A whimper, overflowing with desire, escaped my parted lips.
“That’s it, Poppy.” He pulled himself completely out of me only to push back in—inch by inch—seconds later. “You can take
it.”
Each slow and brutal plunge, deep and intense, lapped over me. Wave after wave, slowly drowning me only to bring me back up
for air between each stroke. He was teasing me.
“Xander, please .”
His torturously slow rhythm felt like being so close to paradise only to have it ripped away at the last second.
“Please, what?” He pushed a little harder and deeper. The slick sounds of our bodies colliding and the deep bangs of the bed
frame slamming against the wall filled the room.
“Xander...” A broken sob cracked out of my throat.
“Say it.” He slammed into me mercilessly again and paused. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” I managed to piece together through a string of unintelligible moans and sobs. “ Please. ”
Slamming into me, he delivered what I’d begged for.
Eliciting moan after moan. Pushing me closer. His thumb finally pressed on my clit and his savage strokes became so insurmountably
pleasurable nothing could abate what was coming.
Complete oblivion.
My ankles mere inches from my head, he pushed even deeper, rolling his hips, and hitting the spot that lit up every neuron
in my body. The pleasure began to push through the haze, my nails dug into his back.
My vision became starry, distant specks of light in a dark expanse. Then, like crashing back to reality suddenly, it became blinding.
The flash. The electric heat. The mind-altering high.
Every feeling burst at once as he slammed into me without any regard to the filthy symphony of screams. Sheer euphoria overcame
my senses, my body quaked with an orgasm. The magnitude of which I’d never experienced before. Seconds later, my vision cleared
and the aftershocks rolled through me.
I could barely register what was happening, my body trembled trying to make sense of the rush it had just experienced.
He leaned in close, still buried inside me.
“That’s one.” His rough whisper scraped against my ear. He slowly moved my legs off his shoulders and pulled out of me. “Turn
around.”
Heat moved down my spine.
I turned and got on all fours. My unsteady muscles struggled to balance on the mattress. I could barely catch my uneven breath
as his hands took a firm grip of my hips.
Xander positioned himself behind me. “You okay, Poppy?”
Goose bumps swept across every inch of my skin. All I could muster was a faint nod.
His hand ran up my back and took a fistful of hair. With a hard push he was completely inside me again. After the first orgasm,
I was so wet our thighs were covered in my arousal.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.
His other hand ran down my back and began to massage my breast, before giving my nipple a hard pinch.
I panted a broken cry for more.
“ My Poppy. On her hands and knees. Taking every inch of me so fucking well.”
He yanked my hair harder with each thrust. Pain splintered along my scalp in concert with a carnal gratification. Just like last time, it wasn’t long until his rough hands became the keys to my release.
“Yes... God...” I cried out, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “Harder.”
He grunted; his fingers moved from my hair to lace lightly against the column of my neck. His thumb gently grazed back and
forth against my skin.
“Is this too much?”
There wasn’t a thing about him that I feared, and God did it feel good to relinquish control to a man who knew how to use it.
“No.” I needed to feel it. Controlled and completely free at the same time. “More.”
I barely heard his chuckle over the renewed roar in my ears.
“That’s my girl.” His velvet tone betrayed the ferocity of his strokes. All the tension found its release in each savage thrust.
Pushing my head into the pillow, Xander fucked me.
Hard and deep.
Like my body was his to tease. His to play with. His to shatter and put back together.
He hit the spot inside that made my toes curl and my muscles jump.
“That’s it, Poppy, come for me.” Pleasure strangled his voice; his hand kneaded my hip in a viselike grip.
The bed rattled against the wall. The next orgasm crested with waves of chills and broken moans. The pleasure exploded along
the base of my spine and completely unraveled. Tears and saliva soaked the pillow.
Moments later, Xander let out a deep guttural groan and jerked forward. The first peek of vulnerability from him since before
the party.
After a few moments of stillness, Xander laid a few gentle kisses along my spine then slowly pulled out. His cum dripping out of me was surprisingly the most erotically gratifying thing I never thought I’d enjoy. The idea of it sent a delicious chill up my spine.
He rolled over and pulled me into his arms. I rested on my side; our legs intertwined.
Sex with Xander broke something deep inside me that I never wanted fixed. I didn’t care how I looked, how I sounded, or what
the consequences were.
All I cared about was the serene calm that floated over me. One I had never been able to pin down for very long.
Sweaty. Exhausted. Looking like I’d just been properly fucked. I felt amazing.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered softly, tucking some errant strands of hair behind my ear.
His words settled in my heart even though I knew better than to let them. But I didn’t care. I basked in it. We didn’t talk
about what this was. Xander was known to not have long-term girlfriends and I’d just finally found my own freedom. Maybe this
was something we both could use. If we split amicably later, I’d deal with whatever that felt like then.
The voice in my head that told me not to trust how I felt was completely silent.
For now, for once, I wasn’t worried.
“Good thing we have the entire floor.” I yawned and nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. “We were a little loud.”
Xander ran his fingers up and down my spine slowly. A deep, joyful, chuckle reverberated through his chest.
“They’ll probably think we’re on our honeymoon,” he teased quietly. I glanced up at him, partially delirious, and found myself
lost in his hypnotic smile. “We were instructed to sell it.”