Chapter Twelve
Chanel
“You gonna run in the morning again?”
I winced internally at the question. Below the sarcasm, there was a sense of hurt, or maybe I just imagined it. Maybe I was hoping that my early departure after the last time we were in this spot had left him longing for me. Instead of telling him all that, though, I decided on a less revealing comeback.
“Depends, are you planning on feeding me in the morning?” I asked, at the same time his big body came to cover me, as I leaned back on his bed in only a pair of panties and matching strapless bra. The dress I’d worn earlier lay sprawled on the floor. Xavier had already brought me one orgasm with his fingers alone, then stood at the edge of the bed, licking himself clean of my essence. That sight alone nearly made me come again.
“You’ll have to wait and find out,” he responded before taking my lips.
I opened up completely for him, making room for his body between my legs, and for his tongue in my mouth. I tasted myself on him, and mixed with his pure taste and the chocolate ice cream he’d consumed not long ago, it was the best flavor I’d ever tasted. I moaned into his mouth, relishing everything about the moment.
“Uhhhh,” I groaned when he pinched my nipple through the fabric of my bra.
He pulled back, lowering his head to reign kisses down my jawline, neck, and chest, lowering my bra until both breasts spilled out. He didn’t even bother to undo the back clasp, simply pushing it down so both breasts were exposed, and used his mouth to make my already hardened nipples even harder.
“Xavier, please,” I whined, not even knowing what I wanted him to do, but I wanted him to do something. My entire body was on fire.
His deep chuckle only served to piss me off. I was wet as a damn riverbed after a torrential downpour, and he was dragging this out. He moved lower, sticking his tongue in my belly button swirling it around the ring. My stomach muscles clenched and sensations shot straight to my pussy.
“You wet yet?” he teased.
Again, that damn chuckle and his dimple made an appearance when he heard me growl at his question.
“Lie your ass down,” he ordered, taking both my arms by the wrists and forcing me back to the bed when I attempted to grab his boxer briefs and pull them down. Shit, that made me even wetter. Slowly his free hand made its way to my panties, tugging them down, revealing my bare pussy in desperate need of attention.
“Yeah, you’re wet.” He tossed my panties over the edge of the bed and began using two fingers to stroke me, spreading my wetness all around my labia.
“Xavier, please,” I begged again, my back arching off the bed, my wrists still bound by his hand above my head.
“Please what? What you want me to do?”
My eyes fluttered shut. This man was trying to kill me, I knew it.
“You need to say exactly what you want me to do,” he ordered, pressing his erection, still covered by his briefs, up against my core, but his face was now hovering just above mine. “Tell me what you want,” he growled.
“You know what I want,” I insisted, tugging against his grasp around my wrists. That move only made him tighten his grasp.
“Nah, you need to say the shit. What do you want me to do, Chanel? You want me to lick you? You want me to fuck you with my fingers? My dick? What?”
Yes! Yes! Yes! All three at the same time, I chanted in my head. “Just fuck me!”, is what I yelled aloud. He gave me the most dangerous grin before sliding his boxers down and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
“With my dick or my fin—?” His question was cut off as he chuckled from another growl of mine.
“Xav—ohhhh!” My admonishment ceased when he slid his entire length into me in one swift movement. God, I felt like he was in my damn stomach. I was so full of him. When he began moving, my breath caught, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
He unbound my wrists, grabbing each of my hands with his own, so our fingers were intertwined, still above my head. When I raised my head, he answered my silent request, fusing our mouths together as our pelvises collided, over and over again. The smacking of skin on skin, my feminine moans, and his masculine grunts echoed around the room. I broke the kiss for much-needed oxygen and used my tongue to lick his jawline down to his neck where I placed small nibbles. He tasted as good as he looked, with a bit of salt from his sweat adding flavor. When he reached under my ass, pulling me even closer into him, I squeezed my pelvic muscles, causing him to groan and pick up his pace.
“Shit, this pussy is too good,” he moaned in my ear.
I locked my legs around him and gripped his fingers of the hand still intertwined with mine, even tighter.
“Xavier, I’m...I’m gonna...come,” I panted as my inner thighs began to tremble and my pelvic muscles began squeezing uncontrollably.
He pulled back, staring me right in the eye. “Come for me. Let me see it.”
And I did. The words weren’t fully out of his mouth when my body tightened up, I clamped my thighs tightly around his hips, and my mouth opened in a scream as my orgasm shook my entire body. All throughout my orgasm, neither one of us broke eye contact. I could tell Xavier wanted to see every shudder and expression as he continued to stroke me while I came.
When the shuddering decreased to a few light trembles, he flipped our positions with me on top, straddling him. He moved his hands to squeeze my ass as I placed my hands at the center of his strong chest.
“Ride this dick until I come,” he commanded, smacking my ass.
Of course, I did as instructed. Body still recovering from my orgasm, I began raising and lowering my hips, grinding against his pelvis and squeezing my pelvic muscles until Xavier was falling over the cliff with me. Minutes later, I collapsed onto his sweaty chest, exhausted. We both panted, struggling to fill our lungs with oxygen.
“Don’t,” Xavier ordered when I went to move off his chest. He tightened one arm around my back while he stroked my back with his other hand. I closed my eyes and sighed, deciding I was comfortable exactly where I was, Xavier still buried inside of me and all.
“Don’t try to run in the middle of the night.” His voice had taken on a hard, warning tone I’d never heard before. I opted not to answer. Instead, I turned my face to his chest and pressed my lips to it, before laying my head back down. Moments later, everything went dark as I drifted off to sleep.
****
Xavier
“Fuuuuck!”
The tightness in my groin and tingles shooting down my spine are what awoke me. I blinked a couple of times, my eyes needing to adjust to the morning sunlight that came through the curtains.
When my gaze traveled downward, the sexiest vision came into sight as I stared down at Chanel, eyes on me, and my entire dick in her mouth. She slowly let me slip out, grinned, and then lowered her mouth around my stiffness, disappearing my entire dick down her throat. I moaned, watching her, as she swallowed me whole. She paused at the tip, swirling her tongue around it, then licking it from root to stem.
When she put it back in her mouth and began bobbing her head, again and again, I lifted my hand, bringing it to the back of her head, encouraging her even lower. Baby girl obliged, taking me all the way in as I tightened my grip on the hair at the back of her head. I’d be lying if the question of where she’d acquired head-giving skills like this didn’t pass through my mind. But I’d wonder about that later; the feeling she was giving me were too good to be sidetracked by anything else. The tingles up my spine intensified, and my groin tightened, and I’m man enough to admit my toes even curled as my orgasm crested. I tried to warn her.
“Chanel, I’m about to…fuuck!”
She didn’t move at all. Only continued to suck me dry as rivulet after rivulet of my cum squirted into her mouth, a few drops missing their mark and dripping down onto her chin.
I took back what I’d said before. Looking down and seeing Chanel with my dick in her mouth was sexy as fuck, but seeing her eyes glazed, satisfied smirk with my cum dripping down her chin seconds after I came, had me half in love on the spot.
****
“Thank you for breakfast. And for last night. And this morning,” Chanel added as we stood outside of the door to her condo a few hours later. After another round of sex, we’d finally gotten up, and I took Chanel to my favorite breakfast spot not too far from my house. She was surprised to find out it happened to be a spot I didn’t own. I was working on that, though.
I grinned as I leaned in. “Thank you,” I retorted, placing a kiss on her jawline. When she angled her head to allow me better access, I couldn't help but press a few more kisses down her neckline. “I have to go out of town tomorrow, but I’ll be back Wednesday night. Have dinner with me on Thursday.” I didn’t pose it as a question, but I stood back and waited for her response.
Her eyelids lowered, covering her brown irises as she contemplated my invite. When her gaze swept back up to meet mine, I already knew what her answer would be, and I grinned.
“Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“I haven’t even said yes yet.”
“You didn’t have to.” I leaned down, pressing a kiss below her right ear.
“Your body already told me last night how much you want to see me again.” I pressed another kiss, this time below the left ear. “And this morning.” A kiss to her bare shoulder. “And right now.” A kiss to the other shoulder. I was pleased when her body visibly shivered. “Now, go inside before I make you show me again.”
This time, I pressed a kiss to her lips, pulling back to lick the outline of her mouth, only stopping when she began to moan into my mouth.
“Go inside,” I encouraged her.
She sighed, taking another look at me as if trying to figure something out. I wanted to tell her whatever she was trying to decipher was a waste of time. I’d come to a conclusion a while ago that whatever was going on between us was inevitable, and even her wannabe stubborn ass wasn’t going to get in the way of it.
“Thursday at seven,” she finally answered. “And don’t be late.”
“A’ight, baby girl,” I chuckled, relishing how her eyelids fluttered from the term of endearment. She must’ve felt herself swooning because she quickly straightened, gave me one last nod, and turned to open her door. She gave me a slight smile as she closed the door. I pressed my hand to the door, somehow already missing her presence. If I didn’t have work to do at one of my restaurants, I would’ve done my best to have her spend the rest of the day with me. But I had inventory to check over and a flight out first thing in the morning, so even though it was Sunday, duty still called. Even my passion for my business couldn’t detract from the growing attraction I was feeling for Chanel. I took once last look at the door that separated us and sighed. Yeah, we both were in trouble.