It was what I wanted.
Her soft, lush body pressed against mine, her lips kissing me with the same greed that ravaged inside me.
Turning back or saying no was not a choice either of us were going to entertain.
I certainly wasn’t.
Chapter Thirty
Jia
Oh God…
I was selfish.
This was selfish.
What if we got caught?
We could get caught.
Somebody could walk in on us and see us like this.
The thought was the only thing that made me pull away from Xander.
“No.” He growled, pulling me back to him. “I need you.”
If ever I’d ever questioned whether this man spoke the truth to me I knew now that he did. His eyes. It was all there in his eyes. All there for me to see. He needed me.
“I need you too,” I told him and I meant that in so many ways I couldn’t explain.
Not right now.
Before he could say anything I took his hand and led him into the closet where we would be safe.
It was the little closet I kept my stationery in and stored various things like my art supplies.
As soon as we got in there he took charge. Kissing me.
Kissing me again and I succumbed to the kiss, wanting to savor the feel of him on my lips.
I kissed him too, but not the way I normally did. Not in that needy, heady way that showed how badly I wanted him.
He swept his hot wet tongue into my mouth and made love to my mouth with the sensual manner in which he kissed me.
There would be nothing slow about us today. Not with the way he touched me. I stilled my breathing so I could control my moans. Just so I could keep that awareness about me and not get lost entirely.
It was too dangerous to even slip for a second.
Anyone could walk into the office. There wasn’t a lock on the door and now I thought that was designed on purpose. This closet had a lock from the inside but it wouldn’t take two guesses to know that someone had to be on the inside to lock it.
His lips moved to the side of my neck, nibbling on the skin there and when he cupped my breasts my body arched into him, pressing against the hard solid walls of his chest.
How I longed to be touched by him…
How I longed to feel his hands on me just like this.
Not damn Armand.
Armand who made me sick just to think of his name.
Not him.
I wouldn’t want him touching me ever again, not for anything.
I wanted Xander. No matter how badly he’d hurt me, he was who I wanted.
He shoved my top down just enough to pull it away from my left breast then he closed his mouth over the nipple and sucked. I pressed my head against the wall and closed my eyes. My body overwrought with passion succumbed to the elation that glided through me. Elation infused and laced through my heart. It hummed and flowed throughout me, licking at the endings of every nerve.
I just wanted to enjoy it, enjoy him, his mouth on me, tasting me.
Even if it felt like he was touching me like it was the last time.
The thought made me snap open my eyes and look at him as he moved to my right breast to start sucking.
What if this really was the last time we did this?
The last time he touched me like this.
I ran my hands through his hair and he looked up at me. His face hovering between the deep valley of my breasts with my nipple hard and pointed from the way he’d aroused me.
My whole body had betrayed me, every part of me betrayed me. So even if I wanted to pretend I didn’t want him, my body would give me away.
He started planting kisses all along the line down from my cleavage to my navel, and down, down, down. Slowing down the speed we were going at just the right moment so we could truly enjoy each other for whatever time the closet gave us.
He placed a kiss on my waist through the sheer fabric of my little skirt and rolled up the hem so it was around my middle.
A wicked, sinful smile spread over his face when he saw my panties.
“Yes, white lace.” His voice was full of appreciation. He looked up at me and ran his fingers over my skin, leaving a trail of fire where he touched. “You are so beautiful Jia. Everything… inside and out.”
He’d never said that to me before, never and I didn’t know how to take it.
Again I asked myself if this might be goodbye.
The question floated out of my mind when he nuzzled his face between my thighs, going straight for my mound. My body remembered this part, it definitely remembered this part and I grew wetter just thinking about it.
The walls of my core tightened in response to his touch and coiled when he moved the lace fabric away from my mound and pushed his slick sexy tongue straight into my pussy.
A little moan fell from my lips from the intensity of the pleasure. I clamped my hand over my mouth to hold in the sounds which I realized now that I couldn’t hold. So I breathed out my moans as low as I could while he licked me.
Licking and sucking, teasing the hard nub of my clit until my knees turned to water and my soul quivered.
Quivering from the raw ecstasy that took me.
Raw, erotic, wild ecstasy that made me crave more and hunger for him.
I had to press into the wall as a greedy orgasm took me whole. It started in the tips of my toes this time as a tingle. Just a tingle that became a spark of hardness. Hard, fierce, powerful electricity that rippled through my body and swallowed me whole. It took over my body and I had to grip onto his hard powerful shoulders, doubling over to keep from screaming out loud.
He caught me, holding me so he could lick the nectar that flowed from me, lick me clean.
He licked and drank and didn’t stop until he was done.
It was only then that he stood up.
As he rose I noticed the bulge of his cock pressing against his pants. I reached out to touch him feeling him through the fabric.
“I won’t last and I don’t know how long we have until someone comes looking for you.”
“Please … let me taste you.”
It was desperation talking. If this was the last time we did this I wanted to remember everything.
The blue of his eyes darkened with desire. Burning with the heat of need. It was an outward reflection of what I felt.
He undid his belt buckle and I did the rest by pulling the zipper down his pants, then pushing down his boxers so his cock could spring free.
His cock, thick and massive, jutted toward me, the fat head looking strained.
I lowered to my knees and took him into my mouth. He groaned when I started sucking then laced his fingers through my hair to hold me to him as my head bobbled up and down over his cock. When I started licking his balls, he pulled back and reached for me to stand up.
He shook his head and kissed me. “I want to finish inside you, please don’t rob me from doing so.”
“I’m all yours,” I whispered breathlessly.
On my word he lifted me up and nestled me down onto the hard length of his cock.
I wrapped my legs around him when he plunged into my pussy and started moving inside me.
A tortured moan fell from my lips when he sped up his pace, moving from slow to fast and faster. Faster became pounding, then fucking.
It was different, each part was different with its own wild excitement.
This part had a raw animalistic presence that rippled from him to me. It intensified when he pressed me into the wall and angled me so he could fuck me harder.