Chapter 29: Chapter 29

MELODY

I stood nervously in front of Xavier’s room. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, whether I should knock or just walk in. What if Lisa was with him right now? Or was he waiting for me?

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst. I pushed the door open and let myself in. Xavier was standing near the window, and I sighed in relief. He was alone, not with Lisa.

His body stiffened. He knew I was here, but he didn’t turn. Cold sweat broke out across the skin of my neck, and my heart raced.

Was he mad? Of course he would be mad after hearing what I’d told his brother.

“Xavier,” I whispered, taking a step toward him. He didn’t answer. He didn’t even turn around. Instead, his body tightened at the sound of my voice.

“Will you please look at me?” I whispered, my voice breaking.

“Tell me what I heard wasn’t true, because I’m losing my fucking mind.” He finally turned. His jaw clenched, and I saw him grit his teeth.

My throat was suddenly dry. I opened my mouth to speak, but my words didn’t come out. Instead, I snapped it shut again.

He stared at me, waiting and watching my reaction.

“I’m yours, Xavier. My body is yours. My soul, my heart belong to you. I belong to you.” I took another step toward him.

“You didn’t answer my question. Did he—”

“No,” I said before he could finish his sentence. “Good night, Xavier,” I said and turned to the door. I reached for the knob to open it, and I stopped when I felt him come up behind me.

His palms pressed flat to the door on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. His lips brushed behind my ear then trailed up, and I felt teeth nip my earlobe.

A shiver slid through me.

“Turn around,” he commanded. Slowly, I turned around, and immediately, his lips were on mine. His kiss was hard and dominant.

I moaned in his mouth, and his finger threaded in my hair possessively. “You are mine, Sara,” he whispered, breaking the kiss. His finger was still in my hair, and he jerked my hair back possessively.

I looked up, meeting his eyes. His look was carnal and one I’d never seen in him before.

“Make no mistake, Sara. When I say you’re mine, I mean every fucking word. And you will be mine as long as I live,” he growled and kissed me again, bruising my lips.

“You are scaring me, Xavier,” I whispered and stepped back from him, crossing my arms over my chest protectively.

Warning bells started going off in my head.

He sighed and took a step toward me. I stepped back. Hurt was clearly visible in his eyes.

“I have been very careful around you not to show this side of me,” he gritted out, his jaw clenched.

“I’m a very dark man, Sara, and very possessive of what’s mine. And you are mine; I know that. So does my heart.” He paused and looked deeply into my eyes, cupping my face with both hands.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“I do,” I said. I didn’t have to stop to think about it, because I did trust him. It was crazy, because I didn’t know much about him, yet it felt like I did know him.

A smile broke out on Xavier’s lips. “Then trust me. I would never hurt you.” I nodded. He leaned to kiss my lips again. It was deep and passionate and full of love and desire.

He pulled me closer, and his hand slid down to my ass. Without breaking the kiss, he picked me up with his hands on my hips, and I wrapped my legs around him.

My robe fell to the floor, and he sucked in his breath. “You were naked with him in the room,” he snapped, “and in the bathroom. Did you shower together?”

His tone had changed; it was low, dangerous even, and a chill ran down my spine.

I swallowed hard. “Yes… I mean no… Kind of…,” I stammered. I didn’t know how to explain to him the whole situation while I stood in front of him naked.

I grabbed my robe from the floor and wrapped it around myself. Nerves danced in my belly as I twisted my fingers around one another as I waited for him to respond.

“Tell me exactly what happened before I came,” he demanded.

“It’s not my place to tell you exactly what happened, but I can assure you nothing happened between us, Xavier. I told you he’s gay, and we’re just friends, nothing more,” I said softly.

“Do you trust me, Xavier?” I asked, meeting his eyes.

He didn’t answer me, and we both just stood, looking at each other for a few silent moments. Finally, he said, “I do trust you, baby.”

The minutes he’d taken to give me an answer had given me another reason to think maybe Dan had been right about our relationship. It wasn’t healthy and good. We should take things slow.

I nodded weakly. “Good night, Xavier,” I said and left the room, ignoring his calls behind me. Dan was already sleeping on the couch, and I climbed in bed, hoping to get some sleep.

After an hour of tossing and turning, I walked quietly down the stairs and found Xavier sitting on the sofa, watching a movie with a beer in his hand.

He was shirtless, only wearing boxers, and I wanted nothing more than to straddle him and fuck him right there, right now.

He turned and found me staring at him, and he smirked. “You want some?” He nodded down to the beer that was still in his lap, but I knew he wasn’t talking about the beer.

I nodded. This was exactly what I needed. I went around and sat at the other end and took the beer from him.

“Come here,” he said, holding his hand out. I slid over until I was next to him. Xavier wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hugged me into his side.

He switched off the screen and turned to me. “I want you. I want you so fucking bad,” he growled and crushed his mouth against mine, kissing me slowly, passionately, taking his time.

My heart rate accelerated, and warmth raced through my veins, ending in a rush of wetness between my legs.

“Xavier, we’re in the living room,” I whispered, breaking the kiss and looking around.

“Do you want me?” he asked, adjusting his hard-on. I licked my lips in anticipation. I nodded without looking up at his face, my eyes still glued to his cock.

He chuckled and scooped me up and carried me God knew where. I leaned up, claiming his lips with mine.

He set me gently on my feet beside the bed and opened my robe. It fell to the floor. He stepped back, looking up and down my naked body with pure, unadulterated lust.

“Get on the bed,” he said. His command was simple, and his tone brooked no argument.

I climbed into the bed. Anticipation filled me, and I could feel myself growing even wetter.

“Lie down,” he growled. I leaned back on the pillow without taking my eyes off him.

My breath came quicker, and my nipples started to harden when his eyes raked over every part of my body: breasts, ribs, abdomen, thighs, and stopped between my legs.

“Bend your legs, set your feet on the bed, and spread your knees wide. Wide for me.” His voice was stern, but there was warmth under the tone and a slight raggedness to his breathing.

I hesitated, but one look at him, and I knew I would do anything for him. My heart was racing with adrenaline as I moved to comply with Xavier’s direction, and I opened my legs wide for him.

“Beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” he whispered reverently, looking between my legs.

“So fucking wet for me already,” he growled, leaning closer to my pussy.

“Do you know what I am going to do now?” he asked, and the hunger in his eyes made me tremble with need and eagerness.

I could clearly see what he wanted in his eyes. He was looking at my body like a starving man, hungry for my skin. Yet I shook my head, unable to say anything.

He chuckled darkly because he knew I was lying, and he leaned between my legs.

“I’m going to eat this pussy,” he said, putting his finger on my lips. “I am going to eat until it’s raw and swollen,” he growled.

I gasped as he spread my legs wider, then pushed his tongue against my pussy. He began to lick my clit, sucking and teasing with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

“Fuck,” I cried out, and I gripped his hair as he continued to lick and suck me, his tongue rolling inside me and back up, working on my clit.

He gave my pussy a slap that delivered more surprise than pain. I pressed my pussy against him, wanting more of his hot mouth on me.

I tightened my grip on his hair, and he tightened his grip on my ass in return. His tongue parted my folds, pressing deep into my pussy, easily. I was soaked, and his tongue was so hot and wet.

“Fuck. Xavier.” I moaned, closing my eyes, feeling the way he licked and sucked at my clit, hard enough to build the excitement inside me.

I was close. His eyes found mine again, and the sight of him looking up at me like that, kneeling between my legs, filled with desire, drove me wild.

“What do you want, baby?” He grinned wickedly at me.

“I…want to cum…please.”

He grinned, then his tongue pressed into me again, hard and fast. It only took a few seconds. I let out a weak, strained cry as I came, colors dancing on the edge of my vision.

My body shook and twitched with the aftershocks of the orgasm. He lapped up my cum, cleaning me thoroughly. I shivered from small waves of pleasure that still attacked me.

He came up and claimed my lips with his. I could taste myself on his lips, the salty-sweet scent.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked with a wicked glint in his eyes. His words lit a fire in my stomach, and my body trembled. Unable to find my voice, I nodded my head weakly.

He pressed his lips against the racing pulse beneath my ear. “I love you, baby,” he whispered.

He began kissing along my jawline, moving back toward my neck. He nibbled on my collarbone, biting softly. Soft whimpering sounds poured out of my lips.

“Xavier, please,” I groaned his name to give me what I wanted.

“Fuck!” He breathed heavily, then moved to my neck, kissing me slowly but aggressively. He continued moving down, and he cupped my right breast.

He licked and bit my nipple, and his right hand kneaded my breasts, rolling and tugging on my nipples. I felt his cock at my entrance, grinding against my clit.

I couldn’t help but moan his name, again and again. He thrust his hips slowly, slipping the head in, and I felt him stretching me out.

I moaned his name, panting and writhing a little beneath him as he continued, his thrusts continuing to pick up speed.

He leaned down and sucked on my nipple, then started flicking his tongue back and forth quickly on it, and that drove me wild as he fucked me.

“On all fours,” he growled, pulling out of me.

As soon as I was on my hands and knees, he settled on the bed and lined up with my entrance.

“It will be quick, but I promise to make it up to you in the second round.” He gave a quick and hard slap on my ass.

He slid in my still sensitive pussy and started thrusting in and out again, long, steady strokes at first, then fast, hard strokes.

He was grunting deeper now, and he gripped my left hip tightly and squeezed. “Xavier,” I called out.

His cock moved deeper inside me, and I moaned as the pleasure began to build, my core throbbing as he thrust deep inside me.

“I know, baby, I know,” Xavier hissed his response. His breathing had become strangled with moans. He thrust into me harder and harder.

I screamed his name as I felt my body tightening up with a wave of intense orgasmic pleasure, and at the same time, I felt his cock twitching inside me.

His moans grew louder as he slammed into me, and he shouted my name as he came inside me.

His hot seed shot through me and splashed around in my insides.

About an hour later, he untangled himself from me, and when I resisted, he pulled me into his arms and carried me into the shower. We washed each other off and stood under the hot water.

We towel dried and went into his room to snuggle under the sheets. We kept touching one another, not wanting to ever lose contact.

We were both quiet for a few minutes, and I wondered if he’d fallen asleep.

“Lisa loves you,” I whispered.

“She told you?” he asked, surprised.

“I’m not blind, Xavier. I can see it in her eyes. I saw the longing in her eyes for you,” I whispered.

He was quiet for a second. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me the whole day?” he asked, his voice tight.

“Yes, and I needed time to think.” As the words left my mouth, his hand tightened around me.

“Think? About what?”

“About everything,” I said softly.

“And about us?”

I nodded my head and kissed his chest. He brought his arms around me and held me tightly to him.

We were both silent for a few minutes. Finally, he said very quietly, “I love you.”

“And I love you,” I whispered, and we shared a long, passionate kiss.

After a few minutes, his breathing grew even, and I knew he’d fallen back to sleep.

I lay there in the dark for a long time, thinking about how to talk with Lisa and explain the situation without hurting her.

I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling this was going to be my last night with him. Sighing, I leaned closer, savoring the closeness.

I didn’t sleep all night as I watched him rest until the sun came up. Sliding out of bed, I quietly wrapped a robe around my body and left him after one last look, and a thought came to mind.

~Starting tomorrow, everything is going to change.~