His voice is low, teasing.
A shiver rolls across my shoulders and my gasp draws Xander’s full attention.
He walks back toward me, sliding the tie from around his neck and tossing it behind him. “Care to remind me?”
“Was it so unmemorable that you forgot?” I ask as he leans close enough that the heat from his body warms my skin.
This close, I glimpse the subtle flecks of gold that hide within the dark brown of his eyes and the hint of his facial hair struggling to regrow after such a close shave.
“I didn’t forget,” he says firmly, as if that point is the most important to him. “But you are the one who fell asleep. How do I know you remember every detail?” His brow arches. “Iremember the curve of your breasts when you leaned back against the pillows, the dip of your abdomen when your breath caught in your throat, and the glistening line of your pussy when you parted your thighs to show yourself off to me.”
He’s so close that it hurts. I want to reach out and drag him in for a kiss, rake my hands through his hair and draw him in with my thighs.
His hands rest on the counter on either side of me and his cheek is a hairsbreadth away from mine as he murmurs low in my ear.
“I remember the first gasp you made and the way your toes curled when you slid your fingers into yourself. I remember theslick, wet sound your cunt made when you fucked yourself knuckle-deep because you needed a poor imitation of my cock. I remember the flush on your cheeks and the way your eyes rolled, I remember the exact shade your nipples turned as you pulled at themandI remember the sound that came out of you when you came.”
I can’t breathe.
My core throbs to every word, my skin flushing hot like a fever is taking over and I’m powerless to resist.
“You’re wet now, aren’t you?” Xander purrs and his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself the way you want me to.”
Oh, my fucking God.
I was so wrong. Xander doesn’t regret a single fucking thing.
He leans back and our eyes meet as I slide my fingers inside myself, parting my thighs wide enough that they rest against his wrists.
He holds my gaze and it’s impossible to look away, even as I lean back and brace on one arm to adjust my angle.
“Fuck,” I gasp as two of my fingers curl inside me. “You’re an asshole.”
Xander smirks, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The famously cold, quiet man has a devilish side that no one ever sees and I’m being granted a glimpse that sets my blood on fire.
“You asked me what I remembered and I’m telling you that every detail from last night is burned in my mind. I haven’t forgotten a single thing. Not how good you looked, how good you sounded, or how you looked at my cock like you haven’t been fucked by a real man in your entire life.”
A trembling moan tears from me as I fuck my fingers into myself faster and faster.
“I haven’t,” I gasp, struggling to hold his gaze. “I need it. I need you. I need to be fucked my someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“Tell me,” Xander demands, and he steps away, much to my distress. “Close your eyes and tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Oh, God!” My fingers slip on my own slick as my core throbs, matching the punches of my racing heart.
I stroke my clit feverishly, desperately chasing the pleasure I crave from him but am denied.
Closing my eyes, my head falls back and I slide my fingers back inside myself.
“I want you to hold my hips until they ache and fuck me so hard that I c-can’t walk. I want to feel every single thrust for days. Not fast like some inexperienced rat. I want you to fuck me like you can’t stand to be parted from me, like I’m the most addicting thing you’ve ever seen.”
Faster and faster my fingers work, but it’s not enough, even as the fantasy plays out in my mind under the heat of his gaze. Distantly, something snaps but I scarcely register it.
“I want to feel your hands on my body, on my tits and around my neck. I want your hair in my hands, I want to feel like I’m falling and you’ll catch me. I want—fuck, I want your cock splitting me open, fucking me like you own me until we’re one and I can’t—AHH!”
Two cold, slick fingers suddenly shove inside me alongside my own hand and a yelp of surprise tears from me.
My eyes snap open, and Xander’s over me, his eyes dark and possessive while he shoves his fingers deeper.
