CHAPTER 24
SAMANTHA
My body tensed with excitement as he raked his eyes over my face, his expression determined and stubborn.
“Your turn for what?” I asked breathlessly, pulling on the wrists he had confined over my head.
“My turn to make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name,” he rasped.
He’d mentioned that he liked to be dominant, and my body was responding to his bossy tone. “You want to be the boss?” I asked playfully.
“Baby, I am the boss,” he responded arrogantly. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
Heat sparked through my body as his demanding tone lit a fire inside me that was about to become a roaring inferno.
Xander was meant to be dominant, and probably had been before he’d been injured. I was an independent woman, but I had no problem playing this game with him. “What if I wanted to get away?”
“I’d still make you come. You gave up any possibility of escape the minute you took off your clothes,” he answered roughly.
“Then tell me what you want,” I purred.
“You,” he insisted. “Hot, completely at my mercy, and screaming my name.”
I shuddered at the image that flowed into my mind.
Xander rolled to the floor, careful to make sure I landed on top of him to break my fall before he pinned me beneath his hard body again. He sat up, his weight on his knees as he scooped up his T-shirt and yanked at the neck until it ripped all the way down to the hem. Then he jerked on it again, his biceps flexing with effort as the thin cotton garment gave.
Tossing away the remnants, he held up the strip he’d torn off the shirt. “You game?” he asked seriously.
I nodded, knowing exactly what he intended. “Yes. Please.”
For some reason, I craved his dominance right now, and I welcomed the cotton strip Xander used to tie my hands together, then secured it to the leg of the heavy couch.
“Mine,” he growled as he stared down at me, his eyes caressing my body and then landing on my face.
I relaxed, knowing I had nothing to do except let him please me. There was a freedom in it that I couldn’t explain. All I knew was that I wanted him to touch me.
“Xander. Please,” I whimpered, needing him to satisfy me.
He leaned down and kissed me tenderly before he said, “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. I promise.”
His warm breath wafted over my neck and my sensitive earlobe, and I squirmed beneath him. I moaned as he finally placed his lips on my neck and gently licked and nipped his way to my breasts. “Yes,” I panted as his mouth clamped down on my nipple, his fingers playing with my other breast.
He nipped and laved. Pinched and soothed. Teasing me until I felt like I was about to lose my mind.
His movements were lazy, like he was in no rush.
“Xander,” I said in a pleading tone.
“Easy, Sam. I’ll get you off,” he vowed in a husky voice.
“Soon,” I begged.
I tensed as his mouth moved down my belly, his tongue trailing fire wherever it went. I squirmed against my bindings, my need urgent as my clit throbbed uncomfortably.
I yanked against the bindings, so frustrated that I started to pant.
Then he suddenly thrust his tongue into my pussy and zeroed in on the throbbing bundle of nerves that desperately needed attention.
“Yes!” I screamed, my body coming apart as Xander put his hands under my ass and brought my core to his mouth.
He wasn’t gentle or easy. I could tell the taunting was over, and he was deadly serious about making me come apart.
Xander devoured me like a man who had been deprived to the point of desperation, and I screamed as he fed on the heat of my desire.
My body completely ignited in white-hot flames as his tongue gave my clit the pressure and wet heat it needed.
“Oh, God. Xander!” I cried out, my body shuddering as I pulled against my bindings, the sensations so erotic that my climax thundered over me with an intensity that had my body trembling.
I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to hold his head against my core while I climaxed.
But all I could do was orgasm helplessly as Xander brought me to a high I’d never experienced before.
The bindings were the only thing keeping me grounded as my body arched in pleasure.
I spiraled down, panting for breath and almost afraid of the strength of my orgasm.
Xander was there, freeing my hands as he scooped me into his arms and sat on the couch with me cuddled in his lap. He stroked my hair tenderly as I caught my breath, smoothing it back from my face. “You okay, Samantha?” he asked anxiously.
I nodded, then wrapped my arms around his neck. I laid my head on his chest, surprised to hear that his heart was racing just like mine.
I don’t know how long we stayed just like that, me listening to Xander’s heart slow with mine, and letting him sink into my soul.
It was the most intimate I’d ever been with a guy, and he hadn’t even fucked me.
“Ready for bed?” Xander finally asked.
“Soon,” I answered, not wanting to let him go.
I moved, my limbs awkward as I straddled him.
“That could be dangerous, Sam. I want to be inside you so bad I can hardly breathe,” he warned in a guttural tone.
“I want that, too,” I admitted breathlessly.
“Ride me,” he encouraged.
“I thought you liked to be in charge,” I teased.
“I don’t give a shit about that as long as I can get inside you,” he answered. “Right now, I want you to ride me to oblivion while I watch you come again.”
God, I loved this man! He had no problem voicing exactly what he was thinking.
“What about you?” I joked.
“There’s no doubt I’ll get off. All I have to do is see you, or hear your voice, and I’m hard as nails.”
I kissed him gently as I reached down and grasped his aroused cock, then put it against my slick opening. I lowered myself down onto him, biting back a moan at how good it felt to finally have the two of us joined together.
Xander was a big man, and he filled me completely, my sheath stretching to accommodate him. “Oh, God, Xander. You feel so good.”
He wrapped his arms around me, and then his hands slowly slid to my hips. Leaning forward, he took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked slowly but firmly. I moaned as he bit lightly as I moved down his shaft again, the dual sensation making my body sizzle with heat.
Xander guided my motions with his hands on my hips, speeding up the pace as our breathing got heavy and our gasps turned into moans.
He never let up, his mouth teasing my breasts, his hands tightly on my hips, and his powerful body rising to meet every motion I made.
He shifted, and suddenly I could feel the friction on the sensitive nub inside the folds of my pussy. “Xander!” I gasped.
“Not yet,” he answered, his voice strained.
I could feel my climax approaching. “It’s not going to be much longer.”
One of his hands left my hips, and he grasped my hair gently to pull my head back.
I was frantic, moving up and down on his cock mindlessly.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t stop.
All I could do was come apart as Xander watched my face.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he insisted. “Look at me, Samantha.”
I braced my hands on his shoulders and gazed down just as my orgasm crashed over my body. Our eyes stayed locked as I moaned Xander’s name, feeling the pressure in my belly unfurl as I climaxed so forcefully it was nearly painful.
I watched the intense expression on Xander’s face, fascinated when he groaned and leaned his head back on the couch, finally breaking our eye contact. “Jesus! Samantha.”
The walls of my channel contracted, milking Xander of his own release.
I finally collapsed on top of him, as limp as a wet dishrag. When I could finally speak, it was haltingly. “I think I’m squashing you.”
His arms tightened around me. “Don’t move yet.”
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I desperately wanted to say those words, let them out from their hiding place deep inside my soul. But I wasn’t sure Xander was ready to hear them, or if he could return them.
“We’ll have to move someday,” I finally said, amused.
“Don’t leave me, Samantha,” he requested in a low voice.
The vulnerability in his voice shattered me. “I’m not planning on going anywhere, Xander, except to bed.”
“Sleep with me?” he asked.
“There’s no place I’d rather be.”
I gave him a sleepy smile and he grinned back as he hefted me into his arms and carried me off to his bed.