Chapter 22
Xavier
Four games of darts and a shit ton of alcohol later, I fall back into the chair across from Corrine. She leans forward, clasping her hands under her chin and stares at me. Her green eyes glitter under the dim lights and a dazzling smile is spread across her face. She is fucking beautiful.
She is also a fucking amazing dart player. She won the first three games and I swear, she would have won the last one, if not for her last dart sailing completely off the board. I think she let me win.
“What are you looking at me like that for? Do I have something on my face?” I ask her while running my hand over it.
“You're having fun,” she states, smirking.
“It’s fine,” I say. “Nothing special.”
Her bottom lip pushes out and she glares at me. “Why do you have to be such a dick?”
I lean forward over the small table, my face inches from hers. I can see her eyes are glassy from the alcohol. I bet mine are too. I’m feeling so many things right now, that I can’t even explain. I drag my thumb down her bottom lip, which she still has pushed out, before answering her.
“Maybe I just like these expressions.”
She stares at me, confused and I continue. “Everyone is walking on eggshells with fake smiles. I like this anger. I like that you aren’t afraid to show it around me. It turns me on.” She bites her lip and her eyes brighten, making my dick jump to life.
“You wanna get out of here?” I ask hopefully.
She nods her head yes and I leave a stack of bills on the table, not bothering to wait for the bill. There’s plenty of cash to cover the entire meal and then some. I grab her hand and yank her from the table before dashing outside. It's raining outside and I stop to remove my jacket so I can cover her head with it but when I turn around I find her standing in the rain, her arms spread wide, spinning in a circle.
“Spin with me Xavier,” she giggles drunkenly before stumbling. I catch her and she falls into my arms. I’m suddenly whipped into a memory with Corrine in my arms the same way.
The rain is running down her face. She looks so beautiful as she grins up at me. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I say to her.
“Not such a beautiful butterfly now, am I?” she says laughing, and tries to push a wet strand of hair off her face.
I swat her hand away and carefully peel the hair off her face. “You are the most beautiful butterfly there ever was.”
“Butterflies can’t fly when they are wet Xavier,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Then I’ll be a butterfly too…And I’ll stay right here with you.”
She looks at me incredulously. “You're going to be my butterfly?”
“I would be anything for you Corrine.”
She looks over my shoulder at a dimly lit shop a few stores down and bites her lip.
“Prove it.” She says before yanking me by the arm.
I’m yanked back to reality by Corrine asking me if I’m okay. She has a worried look on her face as she stares up at me.
“Don’t do that,” I growl.
“What?” she asks.
“Don’t pity me, Corrine,” I say before nipping her bottom lip. “Just let me get lost in you for one day.”
“Okay,” she says before crashing her mouth against mine. We stand there in the rain making out for who knows how long before a cab beeps its horn, causing us to pull apart.
“You guys need a ride?” he calls out through the window.
I look down at our sopping clothes and back up at him but he just laughs. “Get in, I have towels on the seats.”
We both jump in the cab quickly and spend the next ten minutes listening to the driver tell us his whole life story. I’m not paying any attention. I’m too busy trying hard not to slide my hand, which is currently on her knee, up further. I’m so lost in thought, that I don’t notice we have pulled up to my place until Corrine nudges my arm.
I hand a few bills to the driver and pull Corrine out of the cab, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. We make it to the elevator and I push her against the side as the doors close, kissing up her neck. She moans in my ear and my dick grows in my pants. The doors open and she shoves me out of them, my back hitting the hallway wall. Her body pushes against mine, rubbing against me. I grab her under her ass and pick her up, pushing her against my door before unlocking it and kicking it closed behind me. I slam her onto the kitchen counter and she falls back onto her elbows causing a glass to shatter on the floor. I laugh in my drunken haze and she giggles too.
I’ll worry about that mess later. I drag her ass down towards the end of the counter and her hand flies out to catch herself. She accidentally hits the on button on the remote, and the lights dim so low that I can barely see her silhouette while the surround sound turns on. ‘The Summoning’ by Sleep Token starts playing.
“Oh, I love this song,” she says.
“I love this pretty little pussy,” I respond as I stick my face between her legs and blow hot breath over her pants.
“You don’t even remember it,” she says breathlessly.
“We are about to get reacquainted,” I growl out before sliding her leggings down and dropping them on the floor. I spread her legs wide and run my finger down her slit. I might not see it entirely, but I can feel how wet she is.
“You're fucking soaked for me Butterfly.”
Her legs stiffen and I’m too drunk to process why I just called her that. It feels right though. I kiss her inner thigh and run my tongue down one side before she relaxes. Then I slip my fingers into her wet pussy. They glide in easily and I can feel her clamp down.
“So fucking tight,” I whisper before leaning down and finally having a taste. She whimpers and I about lose it. My dick is about to break free from my pants. I unzip them one-handed and pull it out, stroking my shaft leisurely while I lick and suck her clit and slowly move my other fingers in and out of her little hole. She bucks and grinds her pussy against my face. Letting go of my dick, I grab her thigh spreading her as wide as I can, and curl my finger up to hit her g spot, rubbing back and forth. She cries out while I latch onto her clit and flick my tongue back and forth.
“Fuck, fuck, Xavier, I’m coming!” she screams before her body shatters and she comes all over my fingers and face. I continue licking until she’s pushing my head away, breathlessly saying something about being too sensitive. I don't give her a chance to recover before I drag her off the counter and into my arms. I carry her to my bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed before gripping her chin in my hand and kissing her hard. Her tongue matches mine stroke for stroke. She stops the kiss long enough to slide from the bed and onto her knees in front of me.
“You're going to let me touch you, Xavier,” she says while she pushes my pants and boxer briefs down and lifts each leg for me to step out of.
“You're going to let me make you feel good and you're going to like it.”
She looks straight up into my eyes as she grabs my dick in her hands and proceeds to lick from the base to the tip. My whole body shutters.
I’m frozen. I expect the normal sickness over being touched to hit me, but it doesn’t come. She continues to lick and stroke me while staring right into my eyes. My hands hang limply at my sides while I stare at this fucking gorgeous woman on her knees for me. Before I know what's happening, she grabs both my hands and places them on the back of her head. She looks back up at me again before grabbing the back of my thighs and yanking my body towards her. My dick hits the back of her throat and a strangled groan leaves my mouth. If I wasn’t so drunk on liquor and lust I would probably be embarrassed. The sounds leaving my mouth as she forces my body to move and my cock to impale her mouth are downright fucking dirty. Half my words are intelligible. “Fuck, fuck it's so good. You're so fucking good. This mouth. Jesus, I’m so fucking close already.”
Her grip on my thighs tightens as I take over, fucking her face like a wild man. I think I've lost control of all of my senses. I’m about to explode when I remember I’m in her mouth and try to pull away. She grabs me harder pulling me further down her throat. “Corrine, wait, I’m going to come.” She grabs my balls with one hand, tugging while swallowing around the head of my dick and I fucking lose it. I growl like a motherfucking animal as my load shoots down the back of her throat. My dick pulses in her mouth and she pulls away with her mouth open just enough for the last bit of cum to hit her tongue. She keeps it stuck out for me to see before swallowing and licking her lips. Holy fucking hell.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I whisper as I pick her up and take her to my bed. I curl up behind her pulling her into my arms.
“You sound like the old Xavier,” she says sleepily.
“I’m the same Xavier I've always been.”
My eyes grow lazy. The amount of alcohol we consumed earlier tonight is finally taking its toll on both of us.
I drift off and just before I’m out completely I hear her faintly whisper, “I love you Butterfly.”