Chapter 54: Chapter 54

MELODY

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mia growled.

“I can’t believe all the male strippers are gay,” Sandy fumed, taking a sip of orange juice. “Why are we here, just to sit and watch them dancing with female strippers?” she scowled.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Mia asked as she downed her third shot.

I shrugged, feigning it didn’t matter, but I was fuming inwardly. I’d caught sight of Xavier whispering something to a female stripper who was wearing a thin, flimsy bra and panties.

I took another shot. “Not all of them are gay,” I announced. Their ears perked up.

“Left. Blond hair and blue eyes. He’s staring at my thighs,” I said and I fought to contain a smile and crossed my legs, allowing the hem of my skin-tight skirt to hitch higher along my thighs.

His eyes followed my every movement. I sensually glided my hands up from my knees to my upper thighs. I was enjoying it because he wasn’t the only one watching.

I turned my head slightly and saw Xavier stir in his chair. I smirked and glanced back at the stripper dancing on the stage in only his underwear.

Xavier’s victory smile faded when he caught the stripper’s eyes on my thighs. Now it was my turn to give him a winning smirk.

“Holy shit!” Mia exclaimed, breaking our connection.

“He’s checking you out!” She nudged me. The other guys at the table watched Xavier with amused grins on their faces.

At this point, it wasn’t hidden from anyone. We had a history, and we were still fighting and resisting the pull we had.

Asher raised his beer in appreciation. In the last few days, we’d tried to work things out between us. I could say we were friends now, not too close, but close enough to talk without any awkwardness.

“Enjoy.” I winked, and Mia scurried, grinning like a fool in her mission to make Jacob jealous.

“What about you?” Sandy asked.

“I don’t like parties anymore. I’m here only for Dan,” I said and slowly sipped my beer.

“You used to like them in college.” She was right. I’d lived my life to the fullest during college days like there would be no tomorrow.

“Those were the best fucking years of my life,” I whispered, mostly to myself.

“They were.” She nodded in agreement.

“You know what? I’m going to get Rick,” she mumbled and stood up.

I raised my brows.

“Quickie,” Sandy replied with a wink. “I’m so horny,” she giggled and left.

I laughed, shaking my head and sipping my drink.

“Hey,” Matt said, sliding into the empty chair beside me.

“Hey to you too.” I replied. We sat silently, like two shy strangers on the first date. We’d been so great before. And now… It was weird again, like neither of us knew what to say.

“Done with avoiding me?” I raised my brows.

“I’m not avoiding you, Mel.” He sighed. “Okay, I was, but not because of you.” He leaned closer. “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“The way I left everything. It wasn’t right.”

“It’s okay.” I shrugged.

“No! It’s not okay,” he said. “I should have talked to you before telling you we should part ways. I can’t tell you how much I’m regretting it.” He took my hand in his.

“I know you’re seeing him again, but if things don’t work out with him,”—he swallowed—“will you give me another chance?”

“No,” I said without any emotion.

His face fell. “Because of him, huh?” he said softly, and then leaned forward. I could clearly see the hurt in his eyes.

“Again, no.” I twisted in my chair so I could look directly in his face.

“It has nothing to do with him. May I remind you, you left me just a day after I told you we should get married. I was ready to move forward with you. It was you who wanted to break up.” He winced.

“Were you serious about getting married?”

“Of course I was.”

“Not because of him?” He looked at me closely, gauging my reaction.

“Matt, I said yes when you proposed to me. It means I was ready to move on, but you were insecure. Somehow, I gave you a reason to be, and for that I’m sorry.” I squeezed his hand.

I wanted to say a lot more things, but I kept my mouth shut. I shook off the sudden melancholy mood and took another long sip of my drink.

I took a deep breath. “Maybe it’s your chance to find your soulmate.” I could feel Xavier’s eyes on me.

He looked at me, inhaled, and opened his mouth to speak. “I’m sorry, Mel,” Matt whispered.

“You shouldn’t be. We both knew this was going to happen. Yes, we were good with each other; even our sex life was great, but we weren’t made for each other.

“It’s better we broke up before it came to divorce.” I winked to make the situation light. Honestly, I thought we’d done the right thing.

After the breakup, I’d felt free. There was no burden to please him, and I was free to live how I wanted.

I always used to have to think about everything when we were together. I had always been afraid of hurting him.

“It wouldn’t have come to div—”

“It would have, Matt, because you wanted a family, and I’m not ready, and I don’t think I’ll ever be.” My hand landed on my stomach without my even thinking about it.

I flattened my hand over my flat stomach, swallowing down the lump rising in my throat. “Believe me, it’s good because we at least don’t hate each other.”

He nodded and smiled, which didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Go, before your date kills me with only her eyes,” I whispered. “If she didn’t hate me before, I’m sure she hates me now,” I chuckled.

“She doesn’t—”

“Everyone knew in school how much she hated me, Matt. She still thinks I made up the story about Clay trying to force himself on me.” I snorted.

“I didn’t plan on bringing a date; it was what Amy wanted.” He shook his head, frustrated. Amy was Matt’s little sister.

“And I didn’t even know Charlotte was going to be my date,” he growled.

“Go,” I said and nodded at the bartender to pour another drink. I dared to look at Xavier. He ground his jaw, and his eyes narrowed as his gaze shifted back and forth between Matt and me.

“Don’t drink too much, and if things don’t work out, I’m always there for you,” he whispered and placed a lingering kiss on my cheek so close to my lips before taking off.

I placed the glass on the counter and headed to the washroom. After peeing, I was washing my hands, and I heard the door opening and closing.

“You have a very bad habit of following me into the women’s washroom.” I gave him a cheeky smile in the mirror.

“I don’t like him,” he grumbled and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck. My heart squeezed a little, thinking of what he would have been feeling from seeing us together.

I wrapped my arms around him. “You don’t have to,” I whispered softly.

“You have a long history with him. You were engaged, living together for years. It was hell for me, baby. Every night, I closed my eyes, and I saw someone who was not me,” he whispered.

I couldn’t see his expression, but I knew that if I could see it, it would have mirrored mine, because I’d felt the same every night I’d thought about him with Lisa.

He let out his breath, giving up on what he was going to say. “I don’t want to lose you, Melody. I’m fucking scared. I know there are so many better guys for you than me, but I want you all to myself.

“I want you to be mine. I want you to choose me over everyone and make me a happy man.” The tone in his voice pulled at my chest. I couldn’t help but fall deeper for him.

“I think I’m ready to meet Mila.” The words were out so fast. I couldn’t stop them. I didn’t want to stop them.

He pulled back, his eyes shining with hope. “Really?” he asked.

I wouldn’t know if I was ready or not if I didn’t give it a try. I wanted to give him a chance. I wanted to give myself a chance. This was a gamble I wanted to win anyhow.

I bit my lips and nodded. “Did you tell her anything about me?”

He chuckled. “She asked me if I had a sleepover with my girlfriend as soon as I entered my suite.”

“Oh God, really?” My eyes widened.

He laughed. “So I told her I’m seeing someone and asked if she wanted to meet her.”

“And?” More nerves fluttered in my insides.

“She wants to meet you too,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. Thank you so much, baby. I promise I will never hurt you. I will worship you like a goddess. I’ll love you—”

I swallowed the tightness in my throat. “Xavier,” I said, and he stiffened, hearing the change in my voice.

He pulled back and cupped my face, staring at me intently. “What is it?”

“I don’t… I’m…” A single tear rolled down my cheek.

“You’re scaring me.” His voice was panicked.

“I don’t want a baby. I’m not ready for another baby. I don’t know if I will ever be—”

“It’s okay. I just want you. I love you.” He kissed my forehead. Our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

We pulled back, and I opened the door. “What the fuck—” Mia stooped the second her eyes landed on Xavier.

“Oh.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

I glared at her, which only made her giggle.

“Do you want to go back inside?” Xavier asked as soon as we stepped out of the washroom.

I shook my head. We called a cab and reached our hotel. “Join me in my suite?” His eyes held mine, warm and inviting.

We stopped in the lobby. “Mila?”

A smile ghosted across his lips. “She’s with her grandmother.”

My stomach was tight and tingly. “Okay,” I whispered.

His eyes dropped to my mouth, and my tongue slipped out to touch my bottom lip. He moved closer. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

I could smell the earthy fragrance of his cologne, sweet and addictive. My heart beat so fast. He leaned closer and dipped, pressing his lips on mine.

Soon he stepped back with a satisfied smile on his face. The kiss was small and full of promise.

We walked hand in hand into the elevator. Once the elevator door closed, he pounced on me. Cupping my face with both hands, he kissed me. There was nothing slow and gentle about this kiss.

My back was pressed to the metal wall, and he kissed me as if he was claiming what was his.

A little whimper escaped my throat as I felt his hand cupping my breast, squeezing it, rolling his thumb on the pierced nipple.

“Fuck. I want to taste it. I want to roll my tongue over those barbells,” he groaned, trailing kisses down my throat. I wanted him so much.

Lifting his head, he looked deep into my eyes. “Can I have you tonight?”

He was desperate, starving. So was I, and I was a little nervous too. I nodded slowly, but it was all he needed.

Because his lips were on mine again, pushing my lips apart and plunging in his tongue. Everything became a blur after that. I didn’t remember walking out of the elevator or walking to his suite.

All I knew was we were kissing like we had starved for each other for years, and we had.

I stood in front of him in my lacy black demi-cup bra, which only reached to my areolae, and they rose and fell with every breath.

He took his time looking at me. “I might cum from just looking at you.” He roughly cupped my breasts with both hands, lifting them together.

He hooked his thumbs in the cups and jerked them down, exposing my tight, pierced nipples. “Fuck,” he growled and looked up at me.

His green eyes showed everything he wanted from me and what he wanted to do with me. He lowered his head to give one a firm suck, still looking into my eyes.

He rolled my other nipple with his free hand. “Xavier,” I moaned, and he sucked harder, hearing my pleas. He pinched my other nipple while sucking harder until I whimpered his name a few times.

After giving the same attention to my other nipple, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. His tongue slipped past my lips.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured, brushing his mouth over my ear, and he leaned to capture my mouth with his. His mouth was hungry, his kisses deep, passionate, and consuming.

I could feel him. Everywhere. His desire. His need. His want.

He consumed me. His tongue stroked and teased. Tasted and explored. With a low moan, he pulled away, dragging his lips along my cheek to my ear.

“Can I taste you?” he breathed into my ear. He teased the skin of my neck, making me shudder in delight.

I nodded.

His chest rumbled against mine, sending tingles through my body, making my pussy pulse with anticipation for his cock.

He didn’t give me a second; he pushed me onto the bed, and I landed on my back, my legs hanging over the side.

Xavier dropped to his knees, urging my legs apart. Suddenly, I felt nervous. I was breathing fast, my heart close to beating out of my chest.

I bit my lips and leaned up on one elbow, and he flicked his eyes to me. With a devilish look, he leaned down and kissed my inner thigh without breaking eye contact.

He kissed every inch of me, just avoiding the only place I wanted him, his lips, his tongue. His lips settled on my lower abdomen, right above the elastic in my black panties.

He hooked his fingers around either side of my panties and slowly started to bring them down, his eyes still locked with mine. Xavier looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.

“I missed this. I missed your taste. I missed you every fucking second,” he whispered, placing my legs over his shoulders and leaning in a little, just above my pussy.

Rubbing his nose over my pussy lips, he groaned, deep and long. I inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering shut. My pussy was screaming. Begging. Dying to be touched. “Xavier,” I growled impatiently.

He chuckled. His stare intensified, his eyes trained between my legs. He trailed his fingers up and down my inner thighs, sending tingles erupting through my body.

“I love this pussy, baby. So pink, wet, and mine.” He growled the words against my clit, making my pulse race. He licked me from top to bottom. “Jesus, so fucking sweet,” he groaned, licking me again.

He sucked gently at first, then added pressure. He flattened his tongue and rubbed it up and down over my sensitive flesh, the friction bringing me closer to climax with each pass.

His movements were quicker, his light stubble scuffing the charged skin of my inner thighs. My head dropped back, and my hips rotated in time with his movements.

I practically screamed when his lips closed around my clit. He licked and sucked like a man starved.

“Don’t fucking stop,” I screamed.

I felt the long, slow licks of his tongue across my clit. My head fell back, and a hiss slid through my teeth.

I threaded my fingers into his hair, holding him tightly against me, urging him to take me where I wanted to go. He was teasing me with light licks, leaving me hungry for more.

“Please…,” I shamelessly begged for more.

He sucked the bud between his teeth while pumping his fingers faster inside me.

I could feel the pressure building further in my belly, like a bomb waiting to go off, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I came against his mouth.

My back arched, my hands flew to his head, and he never slowed down, not for one minute. He thrust his tongue deep inside me. My hips arched toward him.

I loved his tongue when he worked his magic on me. He pressed down firmly on my thighs, spreading them even farther apart. He rubbed his nose against my clit, and I was about to shatter.

He was licking, and sucking, and using his fingers to penetrate me. I danced along the edge of pleasure. He flicked his tongue across the top of my clit. I moaned loudly.

“Xavier, I am going to cum,” I moaned.

“Give it to me, baby, every drop of your cum,” he growled against my pussy, and I came, clutching his shoulders and pushing myself against his talented mouth. He stayed there as I rode out my orgasm.

“You taste so fucking delicious, baby. I can’t get enough of you and your taste,” he said, capturing my lips with his. I could taste my own arousal on his tongue.

I moaned as he settled himself between my legs, and I gasped as he pushed into me with one long, powerful thrust.

My walls stretched to their breaking point as he entered me with a suddenness that took my breath away.

For a few seconds he didn’t move, and we stared at each other savoring the closeness, feeling each other through our joined bodies.

His eyes closed, and he let out a groan of ecstasy as he moved slowly inside me.

His mouth dropped to my breasts, sucking a nipple between his lips and nipping at it with his teeth as he rolled his hips, plunging his big cock in and out of my slick, dripping wet pussy.

~Fuck, I’m so wet I can feel it glistening on my thighs.~

~

“Oh fuck!” I screamed, pleasure erupting through me as his words burned right into me. His cock plunged in and out of me as he roared, shoving me right into a second orgasm.

And he just kept coming, over and over, pumping into me until his cock made a complete and utter mess of me.