He’d said Pa told him to wait with me until Xander got here.
I was hoping to have a little time to myself to get ready properly, but Frankie was like a shadow. Thank goodness he wasn’t as overbearing as he’d been the other day. Instead he seemed to guess something saucy was up and it was more like he was messing around by being here.
My heart lifted when the doorbell rang. It was Xander. Pa would have given him a key to my house. I liked it though that he still rang the bell.
I rushed to answer the door before Frankie could get it.
“Jesus woman, you gonna knock me over,” Frankie balked as I dashed ahead of him. Excitement taking me like a kid on Christmas morning eager to open all their gifts. Well tonight I really hoped I got to unwrap mine.
I didn’t answer him. No point, and it was a waste of my breath. I opened the door and there Xander stood. He’d bought a bottle of wine like it really was a dinner invite. A date.
Frankie scuffed when he looked at Xander and saw the wine.
“Okay, wine?” He raised his brows. “And dinner? What the fuck is going on between you two?” he asked playfully.
“Frankie I believe you have now been relieved of your duties,” I informed him, trying to bite back a smile and failing.
He frowned at me. “You Miss Lady, you thank your lucky stars I’m here.” He looked to Xander and smiled. “Although, I think it’s because it’s me why our new friend here risked bringing you wine.”
“Maybe,” Xander replied in that cool, casual way.
“Okay, goodnight Frankie,” I intoned.
He cut me a crude stare. “I can’t even have a bite of food and a glass of wine? He brought the good stuff.”
I laughed. “How about I make you Sunday roast next weekend? Ma’s special.” Anything to get rid of him.
He nodded firmly. “Oh yes. Anything that woman cooked was divine. Okay. I’m gone. Xander, you call me if there’s trouble.”
Xander nodded but his gaze was on me. His gaze never left me as Frankie walked past us and left, closing the door.
As the door clicked shut he set down the bottle of wine on the sideboard and shrugged out of his biker jacket.
The black fitted, long-sleeved t-shirt he wore gave a great show of his perfect frame. Like everything else he wore. Completely designed to show off the masterpiece he was.
That perfect V shape tapering down his washboard abs straight to his waistline, Levi’s hung low on his hips and desire filling his eyes. It was all perfection. Everything and all of him.
He stepped closer to me but I stayed where I was. Not because I didn’t want to go to him. It was that I wanted to savor the moment.
Sometimes you had to stop and watch. Watch it all unfold before you to see it and appreciate it. Like how he reached for me, and like how the world faded away again the minute he touched me.
The bubble from last week recreated itself and passion did the rest.
Passion, my old friend, came back in full force when Xander’s lips met mine.
Unlike the chaste kiss he’d given me earlier, this kiss blazed within seconds of contact.
It started with a spark of desire and ignited into a flame of wild reckless abandon that claimed me.
He rained hungry kisses on my lips and all thoughts of dinner and how the evening was going to play out faded from my mind. It shoved everything to the back of beyond when he picked me up and carried me upstairs to my bedroom.
With my legs wrapped around his waist I continued to kiss him, not holding back for this part.
I was done admiring.
Done savoring and ready to indulge in the man who touched me like he wanted every inch of me.
He kissed the clothes off me. Layer by layer they came off. His too.
That shirt of his was the first thing I dragged off. I wanted to touch the tight taut skin of his abs. I wanted to touch him and taste him everywhere, the same way he touched and tasted me.
And I did.
But… just like the last few times I’d been with this man, he managed to paralyze me and capture my will.
Paralyzed with need, the powerful sensation of his touch throbbed below my waist in anticipation of what would come next.
I didn’t have to wait too long to find out. He parted my thighs and nuzzled his face into my mound, teasing my folds open then pressing his tongue right inside my pussy.
I gasped as my body bowed to the sensation, my toes curled, my back arched, my soul pushed to the brink. Teetering on the brink of the edge.
And still, all this time we hadn’t spoken. Not a damn word. The room was just filled with my groans of pleasure. Pleasure he gave me with his gifted mouth.
The building shivers consumed me, every muscle tensed and then it came - A soul-shattering orgasm that robbed me of my senses.
“Nuggg…hhhh,” I cried, grabbing on to the silk sheets as if they could help me.
“That’s it baby, give yourself to me,” he commanded. His voice gruff, sexy, masculine, everything.
He didn’t have to tell me to give myself to him. I was already his. Already there, right from hello.
My tormented groan begged him to continue. It spoke for me and he listened, giving me more as he returned to my core and continued to lick. Lick, suck, kiss, taste.
Devour.
I became dizzy with desire and the pleasure short-circuited my brain. Then just as a raw rippling wave washed over me, he rose and guided the fat head of his cock to my entrance.
One thrust into me seared me with the thickness and sheer magnitude of him. Xander started moving inside me, filling me up and stretching my walls at the same time to take him.
Him inside me was like nothing else.
My muscles spasmed around his cock with the pleasure that stormed inside me.
Soon he started pounding, pounding into my body in rough strokes, making my body writhe with orgasm overload. The climax that took me shook me with a force that made my entire body shudder.
After the shudder it was like I was sucked into a moment and time cascaded along. Non-existent to me.
Each hard thrust sent me reeling as he fucked me hard and sure. Pistoning harder and faster, slamming into my body.
Then the tension coiled again and I reached for him.
He laced his fingers through mine, raising my hand over my head so we were eye to eye.
We both cried out with the wildness that took us.
I arched into him while he rutted into me like he’d lost control. We then bucked and thrashed against each other, gasping and groaning as we climaxed together. Sharing the release, sharing the moment.
After… we lay together just like that, him holding me.
Me holding him.
Me wishing we could be like this forever.
“Jia, if your Dad sees that he’s going to have questions.” Xander chuckled.
I shuffled in my chair, smiling mischievously from ear to ear, as I glanced at him over the easel. He was sitting on the edge of my bed in his boxers looking hot like sin.
I’d done my painting of him, just like that.
I’d done it when we were exhausted and needed a break, and that came after food. Hours later.
My poor cannelloni had to be reheated. It was still nice and still had the same effect because he enjoyed it, but it didn’t have that kick it would normally have when it was fresh.
No matter, that just meant I had to invite him for dinner again. Soon.
I hoped soon.