Xander
It was official…
I’d gone crazy.
I’d lost my damn mind somewhere in between the timeline of the shootout at the casino and going to Jia’s place.
Actually, I thought I probably needed to back that up a little more and admit it was gone from the minute I took her to Lake Mead yesterday. That was the opening up of the playground for me to run wild.
That was what I’d done.
The kiss was the taste. It was the taste that set in motion this wild sexual frenzy of lust and wild desire that saw me here in her bed at this hour of the morning.
Three a.m.
It made me send a message to Giovanni after I’d had sex with Jia pinned against the granite walls of her shower, telling him I’d stand guard for tonight at her place.
I’d played on the man’s worry for his daughter and assured him I’d look after her. Pretty certain what I did was far outside the realms of what most would deem ‘look after’.
Or maybe it was just within the realms, depending on which way you looked at it.
Fuck, I’d had her six times.
Six times and I wanted more.
I was hyped up on sex and her, hyped up on the sight of her, her gorgeous body, and her wildness to give as much as she got. That confidence of hers and her drive was through the roof. She was the kind of woman to seize every aspect of what she felt and make it a hundred times better.
And God was she fucking hot and sexy…
The seductress straddled me now as I lay on her bed propped against a stack of pillows, those long legs wrapped around me while she tried to guess what my tats meant. She’d guessed right that the words were part of a story. It was a part of a Japanese proverb about a boy who learned to fly. I’d gotten it because it reminded me of myself.
I hadn’t told her what the words meant yet because I was enjoying watching her move as she bent her head to guess the characters. Her breasts would bobble and sometimes her little pink nipples would brush over my chest.
Like now.
She shuffled over my cock, hardening me up again, so she could see the character next to the golden eagle on the side of my abs.
She cut me a saucy grin and purposely brushed her gorgeous breasts over the hard peaks of my pecs.
I knew she did that because she wanted me to touch her, so I did.
I reached forward and caught her nipples between my thumb and forefinger making her moan.
“I’m not sure which to enjoy more, you touching me or tasting me.” She straightened up and a hum fell from her lips.
“Maybe I should do both.” I smiled and pulled her close so I could suck her tits.
I closed my mouth over her right nipple and sucked hard. She ran her hand through my hair and held me to her while I sucked. I moved to her other breast and sucked hard making her wiggle her hips backwards and forwards over my already hard cock.
“Does that help in any way?” I asked loving the pleasure-filled look on her face.
She answered with a kiss. Kissing my lips like she wanted to consume me.
Consume was the best way I could explain it because that was what it felt like.
“I want you again,” she cooed against my lips. “I need you again, Xander.”
“Jia, I’m gonna die in this bed baby. Too much sex. Remember I’m an old man, can’t keep up with you,” I joked.
Of course it was a fucking joke and truth be told I would choose to die in this bed with her if that was my path.
She laughed. “Are you kidding me? Since when is thirty-six old?”
“Since it was ten years older than twenty six.” I was talking like it bothered me, it didn’t. Not one bit. I was just messing around with her.
“I don’t care how old you are. I’d still want this even if you were a hundred.” She laughed.
“A hundred? Wow Jia, that’s something else. I guess that makes me special.”
“It makes me want you again. Can I have you Mr. Cage?”
There was only one way to answer that question and it wasn’t with words.
I picked her up and settled her down on my cock that practically slid into her slick wet pussy.
She gasped and moaned from the intense pleasure while I kept a hold on her, leaning into her to kiss her.
“You can have me, Jia,” I told her but as I said that it felt like more. Like I was telling her more.
I never expected this.
To feel...
It started with the picture I’d first seen of her and I ended up like this.
“Ride me baby,” I told her, giving her free reign over me to do what she wanted and she did. Her hips started moving, exciting a raw sensuality that fanned the flames of the maddening lust that had consumed us.
Maddening lust that enslaved me to the essence of her.
She drove me wild. Everything about her drove me wild. Insane with everything.
She arched her back and I decided to help her out by pounding in to her in tandem with the grinding of her hips. It made her bounce up and down on my cock and the bed creak with every move.
It would have been no surprise if the wildness with which we rode each other didn’t end up breaking her bed.
When her passage quaked and tightened around my cock, I knew she was coming.
Exhaustion made me lose control. I couldn’t even try to keep a handle on it like the other times. Heat uncurled in my stomach and the animal hunger made me pound hard into her with carnal ferocity.
Every inch of me lit up with the fire that possessed us and we came together, sharing a mutual release.
She leaned forward, settling her arms around me, slumping against my chest as if her life force had been drained. It was only then I realized she must have been exhausted.
I held her and set her down to lie next to me.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she reached up to cup my jaw, kissing me.
“Hey,” I breathed, pulling away so I could look at her.
“Don’t stop touching me,” she answered on the edge of a labored breath.
“Not going to. Jia you should sleep.”
She shook her head. “I’m fine. I don’t need sleep.”
“You do. You need to sleep at some point.” I grinned.
“Sleep will take you away from me,” she answered and closed her eyes for a few brief seconds.
I gazed down at her, not knowing what to say. She was right. Morning could come and catch me in her bed. It shouldn’t though.
I was pretty certain when morning came her father himself would come, or someone. It made sense that they would.
I couldn’t be in her bed when that happened. So this would be it.
“Was that too forward, or… telling too much?” She grinned.
“More forward than me telling you I wanted to touch you?” I asked.
“That’s different.” Her voice was faint.
“Sleep can’t take away something that happened. Nothing can.”
Another truth. We’d have this moment and I wouldn’t know what would happen next.
“We’ll be different.”
“Maybe…”
She looked away from me and when she looked back there was a twinkle in her eyes. She reached up and cupped my face.
“I had a nice night Xander Cage. I escaped with you, and I was happy.” Her hand stilled by my jaw and as I gazed down at the beautiful woman in my arms I realized I was happy too.