Page 95 of Love You Like This

Thirty-Four

JADE

The show tonight is electric. All of the guys are in perfect sync with each other. The crowd is so tuned in and amazing. I can see the energy coursing through the guys as they play off each other throughout the performance.

Stone takes every opportunity to wink at Hazel, but I barely notice their constant flirtation because my eyes stay locked on Xander. He spends much of the show angled in a way that allows us to make regular, brief eye contact. Every look shared between us feels like a promise.

As the show ends and they take their final bow, I move aside so the crew can immediately start breaking down the stage. A familiar arm wraps around me from behind and pulls me into the closest private space. The door closes, and I’m pressed against the wall of what smells like a cleaning supply closet.

Xander’s lips close over mine in a frenetic, hungry kiss. I match his energy, sinking my fingers into his sweat-dampened hair. Our lips and tongues tangle together, the metal ball on his tongue teasing me. He grows hard between us as our bodies press together.

His hand slides down my hip to the hem of my skirt. My skin tingles everywhere that his fingertips glide over. He smiles against my lips when he feels the top of my stockings. I may or may not have chosen to wear this lingerie set for his enjoyment, not that I’d feed his ego by telling him that.

“Is this for me?” He slides his fingers under the straps connecting my stockings to the garter belt.

“No.” My head falls back against the wall when he runs a finger along the wet lace covering my pussy.

“Pity.” His finger slides under the lace and immediately finds my clit. “But judging by how wet you already are, I’m not sure I believe you.”

“It’s November. The stockings keep me warm.” I gasp as he circles my throbbing nub. “Fuck. Fuck, keep going.”

“It’s Florida, not Michigan.”

His other hand runs along the wall until he finds a light switch. The fluorescent light filters down over us as he pulls back to watch my face as he slides his finger back and inside me. I lose myself in the dark depths of his eyes until he adds another finger and my own close in pleasure.

The air swirls between us as he drops to his knees and pushes my skirt up and into my hands. “Don’t let this drop,” he commands, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder.

His fingers hook around my thong and pull it to the side. The heat of his mouth covers my pussy. I cry out as he fucks me with his tongue, dragging his piercing up and down the front of my walls. He circles my clit faster and faster until my legs begin to tremble.

I desperately want to grab him by the hair and bring his mouth higher to my clit. There’s nothing that feels as good as his tongue.

“Xander,” I whimper his name as he continues to devour my cunt like it’s his last meal. I bunch the skirt in one hand, wrinkles be damned, and fist his hair.

His head tilts back, a cocky smirk on his face. “Yes, love?”

“I need more.”

“More what?”

I want to smack the grin off his face. He pushes to his feet, towering above me. His thick erection strains against the denim separating us. I squeeze it over the fabric, a thrill rippling through me when he moans and his hips jerk into my touch.

“Fuck me.”

I slip the button at his waist back through the loop and drag the zipper down. The head of his cock emerges, and I run my thumb over the slit of his crown. A bead of pre-cum has formed.

He watches with hooded, hungry eyes as I bring the pad of my thumb to my mouth and suck. The earthy flavor of him bursts on my tongue as he spins me to a waist-high cabinet. He presses my face to the cool metal and nudges my feet apart.

“These are pretty panties.” He drags a finger along the edge. “They look expensive.”

I give him a sharp glare over my shoulder, about to warn him that they are in fact quite expensive and to be careful. Instead of getting those words out, the sound of lace tearing fills the air. He flashes his dimple and stuffs the ruined thong into his pocket before pushing his jeans down his hips.

He enters me in one slow, deep thrust. I release a deep breath as he bottoms out inside me. I press back against him, needing more. More movement. More pleasure. More everything. He wraps his hands around my hips and looks down as he pulls nearly all the way out of me.

“I wish you could see how your cum coats my cock. Fucking gorgeous.” His tempo increases ever so slowly, like he’s drawing the moment out.

One of my hands braces on the cabinet, and the other covers his hand, my fingers curling between his. “Harder, please.” I drop my head and rock my hips back to meet his.

“Because you asked so nicely.” His lips ghost over the back of my neck in one last gentle caress.