18. Chapter Eighteen
I’m in a state of euphoria as if I am floating on a cloud. The moment our eyes lock, my heart races and my excitement reaches overwhelming levels. A soft whimper escapes my lips as he gently lifts me up, intensifying the feeling. His deliberate and torturous circles on my swollen little nub send waves of pleasure crashing through me. However, to my frustration, the asshole suddenly stops. What the fuck. I release a frustrated breath.
With a mischievous grin, he runs his tongue along his lower lip and winks at me. “Hang tight Princess, we’ll get there eventually,” he says with that damn cocky grin. “I don”t want all my efforts to be in vain.”
“You’re such an asshole, you know that.”
He bursts into laughter. “You can only come when I have my cock buried deep inside you. Take this off, I want to see your tits,” he demands, his voice deep and raspy, the kind that could convince any woman to comply with his desires.
His magnetic eyes remain focused on me as I slowly unbutton my shirt. But apparently, I”m not doing it fast enough for him, because he helps and the last two buttons pop off.
With a swift motion, he reaches behind and unclasps my bra, displaying his skill and speed. Holy shit, he”s a pro at that. I lie there, my skirt bunched up around my waist, and see the subtle change in his expression. His jaw tenses and a flicker of emotion dances across his beautiful face, but I can’t quite decipher it. The tendons in his throat tighten as he swallows, adding to the intensity of the moment. I hold his gaze, feeling my heart pounding painfully against my chest. His eyes roam over every part of my body, and despite the urge to cover myself up, I stay there, arms by my side. I hope he doesn’t see what Jade and her friends always gossip about.
His eyes narrow into mysterious slits, exuding an enigmatic aura as they fixate on mine. A sudden longing awakens within me, a yearning to witness every facet of his being. If I am naked, I also yearn to see him in the same vulnerable state. I crave the sight of his magnificent form, to explore every aspect of what he has to offer.
“Take that off,” I tell him, motioning towards his shirt.
“You’re a pushy little thing, aren’t you? I like it,” he says, with a sly grin spreading across his face. He reaches up and effortlessly pulls his black t-shirt over his head, casually discarding it on the ground.
My gaze lingers on his chest, which is just as breathtaking as the rest of him - slim, with a few well-defined muscles.
“Get rid of those,” I insist, motioning to his jeans.
That cocky grin reappears. He quickly unbuttons his jeans and takes them off in a flash, like he”s on fire.
As he stands in front of me, I avert my gaze downwards. His presence is commanding, and his size is undeniable. Through his heavy eyelids, he looks down at me, his gaze filled with desire. His hands delicately trace up my waist, before grasping my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples and sending waves of pleasure through my body.
My lips part, releasing a moan that I can”t control.
“I knew you would like that,” he growls, as if he is fully aware of the effect he has on me.
The blaring sound of his ringtone breaks the silence while he stands there, watching me.
“Do you need to get that?” I ask.
“Fuck no.” He leans forward, pressing his lips against mine. The sensation of his velvety lips and the forceful thrust of his tongue intertwining with mine overwhelms me. His hands firmly grip my hips, leaving a mark on my skin.
After breaking the kiss, his warm breath tickles my ear, leaving me breathless. “Lift your legs so I can slide in and make you come on my cock.”
Just the thought of what he wants to do to me makes me weak in the knees. Who would have guessed that Filthy-Mouth Xander could be even hotter than regular Xander? I love everything about it. Xander Williams is a pure sex machine, and I can’t get enough. I moan without even meaning to.
He is unbelievably hot. I’ve never felt like such a naughty girl before. But at this moment... just fuck me. That’s what I want to be. His naughty girl. With my legs spread wide, I feel sinful, mischievous, filthy, and it feels absolutely incredible.
Lying on my back, I gaze up at him towering over me while he stands in between my legs, my knees resting on either side of his hips.
When our eyes meet, I feel all these crazy feelings rushing through me, my body buzzing with excitement. He takes his time, lowering himself and sensually licking my left nipple, giving me the chills.
His touch becomes exploratory, his hands tracing the curve of my hip, the contours of my waist and down towards my pussy. His eyes shift from my body to my face, as if he were deciphering my reactions.
Then proceeds to kiss my body again. His intimate touch holds me prisoner, my hands splayed on the hood of the car. Oh, god I wish I had something to hold onto.
He twirls his tongue slowly around my nipple, sending a rush of tingles coursing through me. When he starts sucking on it, I can”t help but feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my body, causing me to tense up. Holy crap. I squirm beneath him, breathless as he continues to play with my nipple - alternating between licking and sucking until the other nipple yearns for his attention. And as if he can read my thoughts, or perhaps my body, he shifts his hand over to it and gives it a squeeze.
Holy fuck. Xander Williams is sucking on my tits. That thought alone is almost unbearable. How can he remain so calm? That’s because he’s done this countless times before like it’s his signature routine with every other girl he’s been with.
As he leans over me, I can feel his arousal pressing against my thigh, sending a surge of excitement coursing through my body. His slow, deep breaths and the heat radiating from his body intensifies the sensations. I can’t help but squirm, almost on the verge of hyperventilating. Why wouldn’t he just fuck me already? I am incredibly wet, my pussy pulsating with desire, and the slippery warmth between my legs only intensifies. Shifting his position, he extends his arm to retrieve something, and it is then that the condom packet in his hand catches my attention. Holy fuck this is happening?
He tears open the packet and smooths the condom down over his dick with his hands. It must be a satisfying feeling, because his mouth falls open.
I am so freaking turned on. I’ve never realized that witnessing a guy so aroused could arouse me to such an extent.
Again he seems to understand my needs and glides his hand down between my legs. His tender touch cups my most intimate area, and he skillfully massages me there. It feels so different from when I touch myself. It’s so much better, more exhilarating because he is in control. The worst part is not knowing what he’ll do next or how softly he’ll touch me, and it’s driving me wild with longing.
A whimper escapes my lips as my body trembles uncontrollably. Leaning down, he plants a kiss between my breasts. My breaths come out in shaky, desperate gasps, while an intense longing for him surges within me. I need to feel him inside me. I want him to fill me up. With a subtle movement, he nudges my legs wider and moves in closer.
Raising my head, I glance down to where his dick is positioned at my entrance.
Holy shit. He’s huge. I already knew that when I gave him a blowie. But how the fuck is that going to fit in there? Shit, this is really happening. I am about to lose my virginity to Xander Williams.
His hand moves down to hold his dick, angling it between my legs. My anticipation grows as I feel the tip pressing against me, causing me to suck in a deep breath.
“Take a breath, Princess. Relax,” he whispers, his spare hand caressing my body with gentle strokes. “I won’t move until you’re ready.”
I try to relax. Try to calm myself and get ready for what’s to come, but my excitement gets the better of me. I’m nervous too and scared as hell. I try to steady myself, ready for him, but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, he leans forward, kissing me once more with intense passion. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me. Despite that, he resists the urge to push himself inside me.
“I need you to relax, Princess,” he says. “You”re overthinking it.” Fisting his cock, he runs it through my wetness.
My lips tremble as he leisurely traces circles around my sensitive nub with his shaft.
“Oh, god,” I moan softly, his teasing is driving me crazy. “Just fuck me already, Xander.”
He laughs and pushes into me.
I cry out, gasping and screaming simultaneously, creating a… gasp-scream. Yeah, it”s a gasp-scream that”s all I can call it. Suddenly, he comes to an abrupt halt.
We both freeze, remaining completely motionless. My breath escapes me as if I’m in a state of shock. Is he inside? Yeah, he’s definitely inside. A strange sensation makes me squirm slightly.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, planting a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Hmm,” I say, because my brain has just stopped working.
“Does it hurt?” He hesitates, studying my face all intense-like.
“Not really, to be honest. It feels really… I don”t know… weird.”
“How so?”
”I don”t know,” I say.
“Will I keep going?”
“What?” I hear my voice, all high-pitched and trembling.
“Should I push in further?”
“Seriously, aren’t you already in?”
His expression softens as that self-assured smirk reappears. It’s not exactly a smile, more like a conceited grin. I realize that I’ve inadvertently stroked his ego.
Leaning closer, he plants a tender kiss on my lips. His tongue delicately explores my mouth, intertwining with mine. The unhurried pace of his kisses calms my body, inducing a state of relaxation.
Then he fucks me, slowly, gently, pulling nearly all the way out and then easing back in. He breaks our kiss, but his face remains close to mine. I can feel his warm breath on my face. Every time he pushes inside, it feels like he goes a little deeper. Each time, I let out a breath, a mix of pain, pressure, warmth, and desire.
“You doing okay?” he murmurs, his face filled with concern as he continues to move in a slow and steady rhythm.
I nod.
“Use your words.”
“I’m fine,” I respond.
“You ready for more?”
More. More of his dick. Where on earth does he plan to put that?
With a gentle push, he slides all the way inside me. Wow, it’s intense. He’s in deep, his balls are squishing up against me. Everything feels weird and new.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whispers, his body pressed tightly against mine. “Just hold on a sec before I lose it and finish inside you like a horny teenager.”
I burst into a giggle and hastily cover my mouth.
He lifts his head from my neck and gives me a grin. “Yeah, laugh all you want. Don’t hold back,” he says. “Because it’s the fucking truth.”
After a few seconds, he resumes a slow rhythm, thrusting against me, filling me.
It feels a bit strange, but it’s also kind of pleasurable.
“Fuck, you”re so tight. I love how it feels. Want more?”
I’m nodding, totally speechless from the amazing sensations he’s giving me.
He slides his arm beneath me, wrapping it around my waist, lifting me so that my shoulders remain on the car hood. My back arches, with his cock still inside me.
“What are you…” I protest, but my words fade away as he effortlessly finds that sweet spot. “Oh God, please keep going,” I plead, my voice dripping with desire.
His other hand glides lower, tracing a path along my belly, before skillfully stimulating my clit with his thumb.
“When you come, I want you on my cock. Just get used to this feeling,” he whispers, his voice sending a shudder through me.
Oh hell yeah, I can certainly get accustomed to this incredible feeling, this mind-blowing sensation.
I sense him deep within me, as pleasure surges beneath his touch, rapidly intensifying. It doesn’t take long for me to reach that point of relaxation, where I can fully enjoy every sensation, especially with his intense gaze fixed upon me, observing my every move with his desire-filled eyes.
As the pleasure intensifies, I feel my body responding, my pussy clenching around him, tightening around him, reaching its peak, sending waves of ecstasy rushing through me. Gasping for air, my body moves with urgency as my inner muscles maintain a tight hold on him.
“Fuck,” Xander groans, his intense gaze locked on me. “That’s it, let go. Let this cock be the first to satisfy you.”
I moan in ecstasy as waves of pleasure ripple through my body. However, my vision is obscured. Everything appears as a hazy blur of light. The only clear image is his body hovering above mine. Our eyes lock. His thrusts intensify, delivering immense pleasure. All I can see is him, ravishing me, fucking me. His lustful eyes watch me as he stimulates my clit. My pussy quivers and clenches around his cock, sending tiny spasms of delight. If this is what sex is like, it’s no wonder Xander indulges in it with anyone who catches his eye. I want to keep doing this with him over and over again until my body can no longer endure it.
And then my whole body gets all warm and tingly, and I feel this amazing rush of pleasure. It’s as if a fiery sensation is coursing through every nerve ending. He increases the speed of rubbing my swollen nub, and I can feel myself pulsating around his cock.
I keep my eyes locked on Xander, who is watching me with intense fascination, as I cry out in ecstasy.
“Oh my fucking god, Xander!”
He continues to stimulate my clit until the waves of pleasure gradually subside.
“Fuck,” he groans, his face contorting beautifully as he leans into me and releases his seed. I can feel the tremor in him, his breath coming out in short bursts against my neck as he slowly rides out the rest of his orgasm.
He stays like that, his face nestled in the curve of my neck, as he inhales deeply.
It feels like my legs are disconnected from the rest of my body, completely devoid of any sensation. After that intense orgasm, my entire body feels relaxed and limp, as if it has turned to jelly. It takes me a while to register that Xander has spoken.
“Are you okay, Princess?” he asks, keeping his face in the crook of my neck.
When I don’t answer, he lifts his body up to look at me.
“Poppy,” he says in a worried tone, his fingers softly stroking my cheek.
As our eyes meet, a warm smile spreads across my face. “You know, you”re pretty good at that,” I tell him, not sure why I”m saying it out loud. It feels like something that should stay in my head.
His face lights up with a confident, cocky grin. “I might have a few moves,” he says teasingly, leaning in to kiss me. “You sure you”re alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I assure him.
He softly kisses my lips and then pulls out. He turns away to discard the condom, hiding it in the nearby bush concealed among the towering trees.
Feeling suddenly awkward, I have no clue what to do now. I have no idea what to do after sex. Will things now get awkward between us? And what will Xander do? What if he just takes off? I remember him mentioning that he simply finds a wet spot to satisfy his needs and then he bails. Even though it”s my first time, I can”t expect him to be any different from his usual self - a guy who doesn”t seem to give a damn about anyone.
I take advantage of Xander’s back turned to me. Sitting up, I adjust my skirt and retrieve my bra from the hood of the car.
Glancing up, I notice Xander has already put on his jeans and is reaching for his shirt.
Once I’m dressed, I climb down from the hood of the car, feeling uncertain about my next move. I avoid making eye contact with Xander, not knowing how to behave or which emotions I should be feeling.
“Can I have my underwear, please?” I ask, the frustration evident in my voice as I extend my palm up towards him.
When he doesn”t answer, I look up and notice how intensely he”s staring at me.
“No, I’m keeping them,” he says, zipping up his jeans.
“Why?”
“Because they belong to me.”
Pervert. I suddenly wonder if he has some twisted habit of keeping souvenirs from the girls he’s fucked.
Without uttering a word, I watch him walk toward the rear of the car to retrieve his bag from the back seat. I assume he’s about to leave like he said he typically does, but to my surprise, he comes back to the front of the vehicle where I am standing. He snatches the whisky bottle from off the hood and stuffs it into his satchel, then pulls out a pack of cigarettes.
The air crackles with tension as he lights up a cigarette. I’m at a loss for both words and actions because, deep down, I know that despite the incredible orgasm I just experienced with Xander; I am merely another name on his extensive list of conquests.
“What’s the problem, Princess?” he asks, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. His gaze remains fixed on the landscape ahead.
“Nothing,” I reply, my voice catching in my throat as I swallow hard.
He takes another drag of his cigarette and blows out a plume of smoke before speaking again. “So what’s with the attitude, then?”
I turn away. “I don’t know, Xander. Maybe I’m annoyed at myself for being just another conquest on your long list.”
“And this is why I never stick the fuck around,” he says, blowing smoke rings into the air. “Fuck this,” he says, flicking the cigarette to the ground and slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s it. Walk away. I always knew you were an asshole!” I shout after him, my voice carrying over the car as he walks away from me.
Tears glisten in my eyes, but I don’t bother wiping them away, not even when Xander glances back over his shoulder. It pains my heart to see him walking away, though I don’t know what I expected. Everyone knows that Xander doesn’t do relationships. Yet, there are rumors that he doesn’t kiss, and yet he does that.
I move to the car and climb in, slamming the door in the process. Starting the engine, I quickly turn the car around and drive past Xander as he makes his way down the dirt track.
Through my blurred vision, I watch him slowly fade into the distance, becoming a mere speck in the rearview mirror.