Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
JADE
Fifteen years earlier
We have two nights left until Stephen gets home. I cinch the robe around my waist and look in the mirror one last time before I go hunt down Xander. Nerves dance in my belly as I study my reflection. What if he pushes me away?
More than likely that won’t happen. We’ve been making out all over the house, doing everything but having sex. It’s obvious that he wants me, and we’ve even talked about this. He keeps everything vague though, as if it isn’t something that he falls asleep thinking about like I do.
Taking a deep breath I turn from the mirror and walk into the hall. Music beckons me down the corridor because where I hear it, I know I’ll find him. As I walk into the room dedicated to all the instruments he plays, I find him sitting at the piano.
I hang back, leaning against the door frame so I can listen without disturbing him.
I recognize the song right before he starts singing the lyrics quietly.
His voice has a rasp to it that brings instant goosebumps to my skin.
He’s so incredibly talented, I can’t imagine any music program not accepting him. Not that I want to be far from him.
As he sings about September coming soon and pining for the moon, I walk into the room. He looks over but doesn’t stop playing and singing. I sit down on the bench beside him. He sings the end of the song while looking into my eyes.
“R.E.M.?” I ask.
“Yeah. ‘Nightswimming’ is one of my favorite songs.”
“Feels apt.”
He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. I lean toward him as he pulls my lips to his. The kiss starts slow and sweet, with him drawing my lips apart with the brush of his piercing against my lips. As it deepens his hand drops from my face down to my neck. He pulls me onto his lap with his other arm.
My robe parts at the shift in position. He sucks in a breath when he looks down and realizes I’m naked beneath the silky material. I lean back onto the piano letting him look his fill and ignoring the awful sound the keys make beneath me.
The hand that was on my neck runs down my chest, charting a course through the valley of my breasts and down to my navel. His eyes find mine as he grabs a side of the bow tied at my waist. I nod for him to continue.
He unwraps me slowly. It’s as if I’m some sort of treasured gift he gets to open after years of asking. Both sides of my robe slide off my body, hanging beneath me from my arms. His hands wrap around my rib cage and move upwards achingly slow.
He leans down and takes one of my piqued nipples into his mouth while his hand cups the other.
I arch into the heat of his mouth. The slight sting of the little love bite he gives me sends wet heat pooling between my thighs.
One of the things we’ve discovered is that I love a little bit of pain with my pleasure.
Not a lot, just enough to ground me in the moment.
He moves his attention from one nipple to the other, moving the barbell of his piercing in little circles.
I scrape my nails over his scalp, loving how soft his hair is between my fingers.
His free hand dips down to the apex of my thighs.
He presses his thumb against my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure.
I drop my head back at the bliss of being touched and kissed by him. The movement causes more of the keys to depress and make obnoxiously loud noises. We both pause and then laugh. He pulls me up against his chest.
“Hold on tight.” His hands slide under me as he pushes to his feet.
I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His erection pulses against my bare pussy, the only thing between us the sweatpants he’s wearing.
He carries me down the hall and into his bedroom.
I let my robe fall from one arm and then the other as he kicks his bedroom door closed behind him.
“How far are we going?” he asks against my lips.
“All the way.” I pull back to watch his eyes. “I want to do this with you. Have you be my first.”
Breath rushes out of him. “You’ll be mine, too. I haven’t done this before. I might suck.”
I laugh and press a kiss to his lips. “I won’t know any better.”
“True.”
He lays me down on his bed and kneels with one knee pressed between my thighs.
I palm his large erection over his sweatpants as he reaches behind his neck and pulls his t-shirt over his head.
He tosses it aside to join the other untidy piles of clothes littering the room.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pull them down along with his pants to free his cock.
It springs free, the mushroom tip a deep pink with a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip. I wrap my hand around his length and swipe my thumb over the crown. He watches with rapt attention as I bring my thumb to my lips and lick the moisture from it.
“Fuck,” he groans before kicking his legs free from the clothing bunched around his thighs.
His eyes lock on my center as he settles between my thighs. My toes curl into the mattress as he runs his fingers along my slit, gathering the wetness that leaks for him. I gasp and arch off the bed as he slides two fingers inside me. The sound it makes while he pumps them inside me is so hot.
“I love every sound you make you for me,” he says without looking up from where his fingers are buried inside me. His thumb finds my clit again which draws another gasping whimper from me. His eyes shoot up to mine. “But that’s my favorite. So needy.”
“Xander,” I beg. My hips rocking to meet his fingers on and inside me. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.” I reach down around his arm and fist his cock, squeezing and pulling him with firm strokes.
“Fuck,” he groans. “No promises.”
He pulls his hand from my cunt and reaches across me to open the drawer of his nightstand. He pulls out a foil packet and shuts the drawer. He tears it open with his teeth and with trembling fingers pulls the condom out. I watch as he sheathes himself, his hands shaking the entire time.
I cover his hands with mine. “I’m nervous, too. But I trust you, and there’s no one I’d rather do this with.”
He leans down over me, his cock notched against my slick pussy, and braces his weight on his palms. His eyes pour into mine with raw emotion. “You undo me.” He covers my lips with his, kissing me so deeply and thoroughly that I nearly forget what we’re about to do.
My lips ache when he pulls away and sits back on his knees.
He grips my waist and positions me how he wants.
I look down the length of my body as he drags the tip of cock through my folds.
His lips lift in a satisfied smirk when I squirm beneath him as he uses his dick to tease the throbbing bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.
“Xander,” I whimper his name as I shift my hips, trying desperately to get him inside me. “Please.”
He notches himself at my entrance and presses inside, his eyes watching as he fills me inch by slow inch. I watch his face as I breathe through the stretch. The pressure makes me dig my nails into the sheets. He drags his eyes from my pussy to my face, concern in his expression.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he holds himself back from moving any further.
I nod. “Yes, keep going.”
“Okay.” He slides further in. “I’m almost all the way in.” His pulse beats wildly at the base of his neck. “Fucking hell. You feel so good.”
“So do you.” I reach down and grab his hands, pulling him down over me. I need to feel his weight over me.
With one last push he’s fully inside me. My fingers dig into his back as he gives me a second to get used to him. He drops his forehead to mine as his breath feathers over my lips.
“You’re perfect.” He kisses me. “Let me know when I can move.”
I bend my knee, widening the space he has to work with. “Now,” I whisper against his lips.
His trembling exhale rushes out between us as he draws back and slides back in.
Each thrust is slow and deliberate. It feels better with each pass.
His slight upwards curve hits a spot inside me that makes the edges of my vision dance with black spots.
My other leg bends at the knee as he speeds his thrusts up.
The sound of skin slapping skin mixes with our panted breaths and sloppy kisses.
He groans as his dick surges inside me. “Fucking damnit.” A low growl emanates from his chest as I feel the warmth of his cum filling the condom in powerful spurts. He stills as his orgasm crashes through him.
I wrap my arms around him as he collapses on top of me. His heart bangs against my body, as if it’s trying to escape his chest and jump into mine. I run my nails up and down his muscular back as he kisses my neck and jaw.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “It happened before I could stop it.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not. I’ll be better next time.” He sits up and grabs the base of his cock, pulling it out and making sure the condom stays on.
“It was perfect.”
He snorts disbelievingly as he pulls the condom off and tosses it in the trash. “It was for me.”
“Glad to see you know what a trash can is for,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood.
He pauses and looks down at me. “Really? Naked beneath me and you want to start getting sassy?”
I smile up at him, pleased that my joking worked. At least I was until the mischievous look sparkles in his eyes. His hands are on me in seconds, immediately finding my most ticklish spot. I thrash in a fit of laughter as he sits over me, laughing as I twist and turn beneath him.
“Stop,” I say breathlessly in between giggles.
He does immediately. As we catch our breath, he looks down at me, watching as my chest lifts and expands with each breath. His smile fades into a serious expression.
“Hand me that pillow?” He points at the one beside me.
I look at him quizzically when I hand it off to him.
“Lift your hips.”
“Why?” I ask even as I do what he asks.
“It’s your turn to come.”
He slips the pillow under me and settles between my legs. My aching pussy clenches when he presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh. He spreads me open with his fingers and looks up at me, his hair a mess and desire swimming darkly in his eyes.
“You don’t have to do—” my words are cut off with a gasp as his mouth presses against my center.
All thoughts fly from my head as he drags his tongue up and down my slit. Pleasure rockets through me when his tongue grazes my clit. He uses his piercing to circle the nub over and over. I reach down and grip his hair, pulling him closer. He moans against me as my hips rock against his face.
His fingers slide inside me while his other arm hooks around my thigh, holding me as close as he can.
Heat gathers from the base of my spine down the back of my thighs as he uses his mouth to bring me to the edge.
He hooks his fingers, finding the spot inside me that makes my body quake in pleasure.
He groans against me as my thighs clench around his head. I cry out as the orgasm rocks through me. My body trembles with each wave of pleasure. He keeps working me through each tremor and quake of my body.
As I fall still and drop my legs to the side, he looks up at me with a satisfied smile on his face. His lips are coated with my release. He makes a show of licking them clean.
“You look proud of yourself,” I say as he crawls up and collapses beside me.
“I am. Did I make up for coming first?”
“Yes,” I laugh. “You didn’t have to do that.”
He looks over at me, serious this time. “Yes, I did. I can’t wait to do it again.”