Chapter 17
XANTHE
My head is thrown back, and I’m grinding my hips down on Ghost’s mouth, chasing my second orgasm.
He told me he won’t fuck me until I’ve come at least three times, and I’m trying to race to the finish line.
Ghost hums against my pussy, while massaging my ass cheeks.
He’s in no hurry to go anywhere, and the sounds he makes let me know how much he loves tasting me.
It’s such a turn-on to have a man who loves to eat. I mean, I’ve only had his mouth, but I’ve heard plenty of women complaining that their man doesn’t do it. Ghost makes me feel like it’s his pleasure to be down there, not mine.
And the fact that he hasn’t done this to any of the club girls? I love that just a little too much not to be toxic.
“I’m coming,” I moan, my thighs trembling. The whole world, aside from Ghost’s mouth, disappears, and I lose myself in utter pleasure. And then he rolls me onto my back, both of us moaning when his cock rubs against my wet pussy. “I want to fuck you bare. I’m clean. I got tested.”
I nod, wanting that too. “I’m on the pill.”
He pauses, like he doesn’t know how to feel about that, and then works his magic with his fingers while he sucks on my nipples through the lace.
It doesn’t take long for me to orgasm again, and while I’m still coming, he slowly slides his cock into me. He’s so hard, and I take deep breaths until he’s all the way in.
“Are you okay, sunshine?” he asks in a deep growl, so softly I almost don’t hear him. “I’m not hurting you?”
“I’m more than okay,” I assure him, cupping the side of his face. “Don’t stop, Ghost.”
He gives me a soft, gentle kiss. I feel so full, and when he starts to move, I pull his lips down to mine and kiss him while he makes love to me.
And that’s what this is.
Slow and deep, looking into each other’s eyes. He’s so in tune with me, paying attention to my every reaction. He clocks it when my breath hitches and gives me more when I need it.
He pushes my knees up and fucks me deeper, but still takes his time. I glance down between us, watching his big cock slide in and out of me. It’s so hot, and when I glance back up to him, the heat in his eyes makes me whimper.
“You like watching me take you? You feel so fucking good, Xanthe,” he growls. “This cunt is mine now. It will always be mine.”
“Yes, fuck,” I whimper, as he reaches down to play with my clit.
“You ready to come all over me? I want to feel you milking my cock.”
“Yes,” I pant as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. His gaze locks on my face, and he instantly follows me over the edge, making me wonder how long he’s been holding back. The pleasure on his face is so fucking sexy and intimate.
“Are you okay?” he asks again, resting his forehead against mine.
“Yes, that was amazing,” I reply, smiling up at him. “You were worth the wait, Ghost.”
He smiles widely, and it hits his gray eyes.
My heart stops.
I press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he slides out of me, staring down at his cock. When my eyes follow his, I see a small amount of blood on both of us. He reaches down to my pussy and slides his finger through it, then rubs it into the skin of my inner thigh.
“Fuck,” he rasps, seemingly fascinated.
He looks back over at me, taking my hand into his, staying connected with me. His thumb runs across my knuckles soothingly.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he murmurs, sitting up and turning to face me. “Stay here. I’m going to fill the bath up for you. I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.”
“I’m fine.” I smile, he grins, and heads into the bathroom.
I hear the tap running, and then he comes back out with a warm cloth and spreads my thighs, gently cleaning me up.
Then he carries me into the bathroom and sets me down in the warm, still-filling tub.
He pushes my hair back out of my face and gathers it up so it doesn’t get wet.
His rough hands are so gentle with me that it makes happy tears pool in my eyes. There’s much more to this man than most people see.
I soak in the tub for about an hour before he helps me out and dries me. He then tucks me back into bed.
I must fall asleep because when I wake up next, he’s hard again and rolling me onto my stomach. “I want you again. Are you sore?”
“I’m fine, honey. You can have me whenever you want me,” I say, just before his mouth is on me from behind.
Okay, I’m now more than fine. My body heats for him, craving him just as he craves me.
“Ghost,” I moan, reaching my arms out in front of me, my fingers gripping the sheets and pushing back against him.
His tongue laps at me so hungrily like he can’t get enough of me.
He keeps going, making me come before he grips my hips and drives his hard cock into me. He starts to fuck me slowly, but then picks up the pace.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasps, making a deep, sexy sound in the back of his throat.
“First time was for you; this time it’s for me,” he growls, gripping my nape and fucking me hard.
And when I come yet again, it’s with a satisfied smile on my face.
“You two finally sort your shit out?” Ora asks me, smirking. She has her son, Zade, in her arms.
“I think so,” I reply, looking over to where Ghost is serving me up a plate of pancakes for breakfast.
We had a shower together when we woke up, and he took good care of me. He washed my body and hair.
My hair. I didn’t know men do that shit in real life. He made me feel like a total princess.
Who is this man?
He’s so different from what I thought he would be, and in a good way. I guess my gut instinct was right about him, even though, at first, when I heard the girls speak about him, they made him sound scary and kind of an asshole.
“How did the sweetest one of us end up with the scariest?” she murmurs, flashing me her dimples. “Does this mean you’re going to move in? How does your cat feel about dogs?”
“I don’t know, he hasn’t really been around any. Why?”
“Just asking,” she replies, her blue eyes dancing with amusement. “He keeps looking over to make sure you’re okay. What does he think I’m going to do?”
“He’s probably just feeling a little possessive because we finally…” I trail off.
Her eyes widen. “You made him wait this whole time? You are my hero. I didn’t even last an hour.”
We both burst out laughing, garnering attention from all the men.
Ghost brings my plate and a glass of orange juice over and places them in front of me. “Thank you. Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I’ll grab something after,” he replies, watching me take my first bite.
“So what did we miss last night?”
There are a few amused glances, but I don’t dig any deeper when Ghost puts his hand on my thigh under the table.
I meant what I said. I’m glad I waited for him to be my first. He made it so good for me, and it wasn’t awkward at all.
It was perfect. Just like he keeps telling me I am. Honestly, my ego is going to be bigger than my ass with the way he keeps complimenting me.
Prez sits down and eyes the two of us. “Nice to see you both looking so happy.”
“They sounded happy last night.” Suit smirks, taking a sip of coffee. “Very happy.” He pauses, and then adds, “My room is next to Ghost’s now.”
I can tell everyone wants to laugh, but they try to contain it, probably because Ghost is staring daggers at Suit. “Well, I’ve heard and seen most of you, so I figured it was my time to shine.”
Suit throws his head back and laughs. “That’s right, Xanthe. You know there’s no judgment here. Sometimes it makes it even hotter knowing people are around or listening.”
He winks, then turns to Ora, who is frowning at him. “Stop talking while you’re ahead.”
“What?” he asks, shrugging. “When the pussy is good, not even King Arthur would be able to pull out.”
I choke on my orange juice, and Ghost quickly rubs my back. “My old lady chokes, I’ll be choking you next, fucker.”
“I thought you would have gotten your anger all out last night,” Suit can’t help but add, and Ghost quickly stands up, his chair falling back.
“Ghost, Zade is here,” I remind him, thinking of the baby. “If you want to fight him, take it to the ring.”
Surprised eyes land on me. I shrug. “What, I’ve been around here long enough to see how things work.”
Ghost’s hands land on my shoulders, massaging gently for a few moments before he sits back down.
I notice their prez staring at me with both interest and concern, and when Ghost gets up to head back into the kitchen, he speaks to me in a low tone. “I’ve never seen anyone talk him down like that. He usually needs to fight or get dragged out of here.”
“I’ve never heard him speak so much,” Suit adds, tapping his finger on the table. “He normally mutters a few words, grunts, and leaves.”
My brow furrows. “Maybe he just doesn’t want to talk to you.”
More laughter.
“Sweet and sour,” Suit mutters, a twinkle in his eyes.
Ghost comes back and sits with a plate of cut fruit for me. With one arm braced on the table, he curls the other around me.
Ora frowns at War, who comes to take Zade from her. “Where’s my breakfast and cut fruit?”
War brings his eyes to Ghost and me, then sighs. “I was just going to get you some, baby.”
Ora and I share a grin.