Susie quickly agrees to my suggestion, excited to be able to watch the show while knowing how everything works.
“I need to head over to the circus. Why don’t you go catch an hour or two with Mark before you need to get up and get ready for the show? I’ve arranged for a car to pick you up, and I’ll meet you in the foyer and show you to my grandpas’ front row seats.” We hug it out and I head to the bedroom.
“Lila, why are you going to the bedroom? I thought you said you needed to go to the circus?” Susie asks suspiciously, and I turn and wink at her.
“Going to get my teleporting warlock boyfriend to come and get me.”
Her mouth drops open at my nonchalance, and she shakes her head. “That is going to take some getting used to.” She leaves me, and I continue on, sending Xavier a message from my watch. When I get to the room, he’s already there, and he takes one look at my face and opens his arms.
“Oh,phoeall, I can feel everything. Come here so I can make you feel better.” I allow him to wrap my arms around me and hold me while all my sadness and relief pour out of me and into him. He shudders as the power of the emotions hits him.
“Fuck, I hate that you feel this way, but God, it feels good and you fill me up like no one ever has before.” His voice is ragged as he places a kiss against my hair.
“She wants to see the show, and then she would like you to take away everything I told her. She doesn’t want to lie to her boyfriend, and I understand that,” I explain, and he strokes a gentle hand over my back. “I’m just not sure how I’m going to explain being out of contact with her for so long. This has been the longest two weeks, and we were still on the same planet. I can’t go for months without speaking to her.”
The stress and anxiety of wiping away her memories eats at me more than I expected it to. But being with her today and finally getting to spill my secrets was a relief my psyche had been craving. I’m not sure I want to go back to how things were.
“We will work something out for you, sweetheart. Even if I have to charter a shuttle to bring us within calling distance of the Earth once a week while we are off planet, I will. I don’t even have to charter one, I’ll just steal my parents’. They won’t care. You are their best friends’ daughter and my intimate. They will do whatever they can to help. We might even be able to spell her phone to accept a warlock call to talk across the galaxy. Leave it with me, I will figure something out,” he promises.
I hear a noise out in the living area and smile. I knew Susie wouldn’t be able to resist coming to have a peek, but before she can, Xavier moves us to my quarters in the circus pod.
“Holy shit.” I look around my room at all the bags piled onto every surface. “I didn’t realize I bought so much stuff,” I comment, picking up a bag from the bed and dumping it on the floor.
“Good thing my living space on the mothership is big. We’ve got a couple of hours before I need to be down in the foyer. Want to nap with me since you don’t have to be in the show and get ready?” I ask him, and a grin slides across his lips. “Well, not unless they decide to bring Vigolash out tonight,” I quickly add, and the grin drops.
“Those fucking idiots. Your grandpas chewed their asses out, and they are lucky they even still have a spot in the show. I don’t think it will happen again.”
I strip down to my underwear, and Xavier’s eyes light up, but before he can act on it, I slide between my blankets and pat the other side of the bed. “Come on, you insatiable warlock. I’m exhausted, come be the big spoon to my little spoon.”
His brow wrinkles in confusion, and I chuckle as he steps toward the bed, but I wave a finger at him.
“Clothes are optional,” I say, and in an instant, his are gone and he’s just wearing a pair of boxer briefs. “That’s better.”
Fuck. Who am I kidding? It’snotbetter. It’s worse, much worse, because the fabric leaves nothing to the imagination.
He climbs in, and I roll over but pull him toward me so his front is against my back and we’re spooning. “Now you are the big spoon, and I’m the little spoon,” I explain, and his hard cock rubs against my ass.
“I’d rather you be the bun to my sausage,” he jokes, and I giggle but just pull his arm over my waist.
“Nap first, then we can discuss putting your meat in my taco.”
He kisses my neck and rubs slow circles on my stomach with his hand, but he leaves me alone, and I drift off to sleep, all the worries about Susie and Mark just an echo in my mind now that Xavier fed from all the negative emotions.
I’m woken a little while later with the feel of Xavier’s tongue swiping through my folds. Moaning, I look down and see my underwear is gone and my gorgeous warlock is between my legs. I thread my fingers through his long locks and grind my pussy into his face. If he didn’t want that kind of reaction, he should have stayed away.
But it only encourages him, and he slides two fingers into my aching, soaking wet channel.
“Oh yeah.” The sigh slips out of my mouth as I ride his fingers and face, my pants turning into moans and groans before I start begging for more. “Fuck yes, that feels good.”
He chuckles and pulls away, his face glistening with my arousal as I growl at him.
“I love how into it you get. Your enthusiasm is delicious,” he says, his voice husky and seductive as he climbs up my body and thrusts his cock deep into my pussy, pushing me off the cliff. I dive into my orgasm, a scream leaving my mouth as his eyes lock onto mine and we free-fall together. He cycles the emotions and pleasure between us as he continues to fuck me, his thrusts getting harder and faster until I feel him stutter before his orgasm explodes out of him too. We orgasm over and over, my throat getting sore from how vocal I am. The sound of my name on his lips is pure heaven, and the fact that I can make this gorgeous, sexy man sound like he’s praying to some warlock deity is a huge fucking rush.
Finally, he breaks his gaze away from mine and the cycling emotions and sensations ebb. He rolls off me, collapsing next to me on the bed where we both breathe hard for a few moments.
“Best wake-up call ever,” I say once I get my breath back.
“I love a post nap quickie, but that was spectacular.” He is still slightly breathless as well, and I give myself a mental pat on the back, but then I have a moment of panic and scramble off the bed. “Fuck! How many times was that?” I ask, my heart in my throat, and he frowns, losing his relaxed, freshly fucked glow.
