Time Will Tell (Maybe #3)(27)

“I missed you, too,” she replies, shifting on my lap, causing me to moan. “But I’m angry at you.”

“I know, babe,” I say quietly. “Let me make it up to you. Show you how much I need you right now.”

“I need you, too,” she whispers back.

“Prove it.”

She kisses me, and I kiss her back, showing her how much I’ve missed her. I kiss her like this is the last taste of her I’ll ever have, almost desperate, filled with need. I run my hand up her thigh, lifting her dress with it, loving the feel of her smooth, silky skin.

“We’re leaving, just in case you wanted to know!” I hear Zach call out. “Not that it seems like you care!”

I hear the door slam shut and smile against her sweet lips. Reluctantly pulling my mouth from hers, I grip the hem of her dress and lift it up. She puts her hands up so I can easily slide it off her. She’s left in a white bra and white lace panties.

“Who were you wearing this for?” I ask gruffly, my cock swelling to the point of pain.

“Shut up,” she growls. “Just stop talking and f*ck me, Xander. I need you.”

Well, that was unexpected.

Her comment snaps the last of my control, and I fuse my mouth back to hers and take off her bra, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Then, I stand with her in my arms and lower to my knees, laying her out on the floor, not able to wait another second. Drawing back, I slide down her panties, my mouth watering at the sight it bears.

Fuck, I am suddenly very f*ckin’ hungry.





Chapter Fourteen


Trillian


Xander glances up at me before spreading my legs wide and lowering his head. I’ve only had a guy go down on me once, but I don’t think this is going to be like that time. The hungry look in his hazel eyes is so intense I feel like I could come from that alone. His pink tongue peeks out as he tastes me.

Fuck.

He’s good at what he does. My hips arch as the sensations become too little and too much at the same time. He licks my clit and a whimpering sound escapes my lips. I had no idea it could be like this—that I could feel like this. I don’t care right now that we are in Zach’s house. I want him and I don’t want to wait. I’ve waited long enough.

“Xander,” I breathe, lifting my hips to his mouth. He lifts his head, eyes on me, and wipes his mouth. I realise he’s fully dressed. “Take your clothes off.”

I don’t know where my sudden boldness comes from, but I just want him. He makes me feel beautiful, wanted, and accepted, and that makes me feel comfortable. Makes me let go.

He pulls his shirt over his head instantly and undoes the button on his jeans. I take him in greedily, his impressive build, toned muscles and artistic tattoos.

He’s stunning.

Perfect.

He sits to the side to pull his jeans off, and then braces himself over me, fully naked. He lowers his head to my breast, licking around the nipple before sucking on it, and then does the same to the other. He starts kissing up my neck.

“Are you on the pill, Trillian?”

I shake my head.

“Fuck,” he whispers, then sits up and grabs his jeans, pulling out his wallet and a condom that’s in it.

I raise my eyebrow, but he just flashes me a boyish grin.

“I was hopeful.”

He rips the condom open with a flash of his straight white teeth and rolls it on his very impressive length. He’s huge. Beautiful. Long, thick, and smooth.

Positioning himself, he slides in gently until he’s fully inside me. I feel full, wonderfully so, and when he pumps his hips, my breath hitches.

It feels amazing.

I pull him down, licking at his lips until he loses control and pins my arms above my head. Thrusting inside me, he kisses my mouth as I reach closer and closer. Then, it hits me, and I come—screaming his name, my eyelids fluttering as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. Xander gently bites down on my neck and then licks the spot with his tongue. I hear him curse under his breath, his breathing becoming erratic, his thrusts coming faster, quicker. His mouth descends on mine as he comes, his hands cupping my face.

“Fuck, Trill,” he says, kissing me sweetly before pulling away and staring down at me. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “That was amazing.”

His eyes are so soft and gentle on mine that, for a moment, I just stare up at him, enjoying the moment. “I can’t believe I took you on the floor for our first time.”

I grin, feeling sleepy and sated. “I don’t mind. We can have sex on the floor whenever you like.”

With him, I didn’t care about the details. I just needed and wanted him.

He leans down and nuzzles my neck. “Let’s go back to your house. I want you in your bed, in the shower, on your couch…”

I giggle, my fingers running down his muscular back. “Let’s go before Zach suddenly decides to come home, or even worse, Grim walks in.”

That would be extremely embarrassing.

Xander nods, kisses me once more, and then leaves to clean up in the bathroom. I dress, leaving my panties in my hand. When Xander walks out of the bathroom, he wraps an arm around my waist, the other around my nape, leaning me backward, kissing me like you’d see in an old movie.

Then, hand in hand, we walk to my house and get to know each other even more thoroughly.