Making the Hook-Up (22 page)

“I want you to leave,” I told him coldly. “I'm trying not to be what other people want me to be, and you obviously can't help me with that or anything else.”

Uttering a string of curses under his breath, Brian got dressed, then stomped out of my house. I didn't care if I never saw him again. Besides, Brian wasn't the man I dreamt about at night. Xavier was now the one I took to bed with me.

The summer heat was in full swing and it was only the end of June. All of the men had started working shirtless, and I constantly caught myself admiring Xavier from under the safety of thick, black lashes.

God, he was hot,
I thought, as I watched him instruct his crew. Xavier was just the type of man people had to take a second look at. He was basketball-player tall with skin the color of dark island honey and shoulder-length silky black hair. But it was his shockingly green eyes that grabbed at you, pulling you into his magnetic personality. To top it all off, he was really good at his job. I found myself constantly singing Xavier's praises to Zoë.

“Do you realize how much you talk about him?” she asked slyly about six weeks into the renovations, as we enjoyed tea on my porch. “If I didn't know better I'd think you were sweet on him.”

I scoffed. “You should know better. I have to like a man who's trying to save me money. We have nothing but a professional relationship.”

“When was the last time you had some?” Zoë asked.

I blushed but Zoë's openness wasn't a surprise. “I've got too many things to think about right now to worry about sex,” I stated emphatically instead of answering her question.

Zoë's smile turned into a devious grin. “You know you want him. You're both single; you don't need to be in a relationship to fuck the guy, Mia.”

“I tried that with Brian. It didn't work out so well, remember?”

“Brian is a dick who thinks the one God gave him is a gift to all women. Don't let him sour you toward other fine-ass men. I've known Xavier for six years, ever since he moved here from Florida. There are so many women around here vying for his attention but he's very selective. I know he'd do you in a heartbeat.”

I laughed. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but maybe I'm just looking for what I had with Jacques.”

“What you had with Jacques wasn't love, darling, that was hero worship. On some level, don't you think Jacques was a replacement for your poor excuse of a father?” she asked.

I nodded. “I'm realizing now that he was. He gave me what I needed even if it was only an escape from the things I couldn't face about myself.”

“And don't you think it's time you started owning up to those things, beginning with how much you really want Xavier?” Zoë prodded.

I laughed. “You won't stop until I give you all the sordid details of our night together, will you? Well, don't hold your breath, because I've decided to put all thoughts of sex out of my mind for a while. I've enough to worry about trying to open my new restaurant.”

Zoë looked at me skeptically. “Let's see how long you can resist that tall, cool drink of water in this heat.”

Zoë's words stayed with me as I went about my day working closely with Xavier to get the restaurant ready. Despite what I'd told her, Xavier made me think about sex. But then again,
thinking about sex had never been my problem. But he stirred something deeper. I got just a little hotter whenever I was with him. I told myself I was too much of a professional to ever act on my feelings. I couldn't complicate my life. This restaurant required all my attention.

But at night in the safety of my room, I started exploring my sexual feelings and my body. I started touching myself with the lights on, standing in front of the mirror admiring my own body for the first time in my life.

As I watched Xavier work in the heat of the island summer, I committed every inch of his body to memory. I frequently took food and drinks out to the crew just for the chance to see sweat drip from his body. I felt consumed with an overwhelming desire to lick the salty drops from his skin. The idea was completely foreign to someone so anal about cleanliness, but nothing about me felt normal anymore.

I could tell he wanted me, and I knew his crew was ribbing him about when he was going to make his move on me. But unlike Brian, Xavier seemed quite comfortable taking his time. Of course I wasn't brave enough to make the first move.

One Saturday after the crew left, Xavier stayed behind to discuss the next phase of the renovations. I served lemonade and cookies out in the garden and tried to pay attention to what he was saying. But my mind kept imagining the more fun things he could be doing with those luscious lips. I could excuse my flushed complexion on the heat. Thank god, there was no evidence of the tingling between my thighs.

He looked like he was about to kiss me and in a moment of sheer stupidity, I panicked. I stood up quickly and made some lame excuse about having to prepare for a dinner party.

Looking disappointed, he got up and politely said good-bye. I wanted to kick myself as I watched him walk to his truck. Even
if I'd had a dinner party, I could blow it off for an ass like his.

As soon as his truck pulled out of my driveway, I walked over to the enclosed area of the garden. It was surrounded by high walls and housed an array of lush tropical plants, a water fountain and outdoor shower, though over the years the plants and weeds had taken over most of the space. It was still far from the beauty it'd once been, but there was no better place to cool off in the heat of the evening. I glanced up at the sky. The clouds looked fat and impatient, ready to pour their fury down on the tiny island.

Quickly I stripped out of my dirty jeans, T-shirt and underwear. A rush of cool air embraced my body and I sighed in sweet relief. I turned on the old faucet then stepped under the cooling stream of water.

As the water cascaded down my generous breasts, I imagined Xavier's hands following suit, gliding around the curve of my hips, and disappearing into the dark valley between my thighs. His hands would be gentle and sure; he would know how to touch a woman. I pinched my nipples and imagined his white teeth grazing my sensitive flesh.

“Oh, Xavier,” I moaned.

“I'm here, baby.”

I spun around to find Xavier standing at the back gate. My first instinct was to cover myself in shame, but the look of pure hunger in his eyes kept me rooted to the sun-baked tiles.

My heart pounded as he walked over to me.

“You came back,” I whispered.

“I forgot to show you the new paint samples, but I think you'd rather see my cock instead,” he whispered boldly.

I gasped and lowered my eyes, but I liked that he was a take-charge sort of guy.

“Don't do that. I've been watching you send me mixed signals
for weeks now while I go crazy with wanting you.” He reached out and ran his hand along the side of one breast. “Let's not waste any more time being coy.”

I shivered as my mind screamed in protest, but my body welcomed him. I wanted him too desperately to refuse. “How quickly can you get out of those sweaty clothes?”

Xavier shook his head. “Not so fast, baby.” He spun me around to face the wall and pushed me up against it. I moaned as my naked flesh made contact with stones that had been basking in the sun all day.

“That's right, make that wall your friend 'cause you're going to be there for a while. Spread your arms and legs.”

I did as he instructed. I was terrified and excited. His steely passions made me wonder what he was capable of doing to me, but not knowing made me wet. Xavier pulled down long vines on either side of me. I turned my head to one side and watched him as he selected the softest. He wound the vines around my arms before tying it securely at my wrists.

He stepped back to absorb the full image of me with my arms encased in climbing vines, the sides of my breasts tempting him to untie me and enjoy their succulent fullness. I felt the soft glow of the sun kiss my behind, giving life and color to the beads of water still clinging to my smooth skin. I heard the pull of his zipper, and the loud thud of his work boots hitting the ground as he undressed. He sighed and I envisioned him releasing his heavy cock from the confines of his faded jeans. He came up behind me and ran the tip of his index finger down my spine. I arched my back, luring him to skim the curve of my shapely bottom.

“Tell me how you imagined me in those late-night dreams I know you have,” he coaxed. “Tell me how you see my cock just before your slippery pussy devours it.”

I groaned. “Please don't make me do this.”

“Would you prefer I left you alone with your dreams? Are you content wanting me only in your mind, or do you have the courage to release all that passion you've kept bottled inside all these years like some stale preserves?”

“This is so not me,” I whimpered.

“This is the person you're afraid to be. You've always been afraid to be yourself, haven't you?”

Xavier dipped his fingers into my wet pussy, and I screamed out in surprise and pleasure.

“Okay, we can play this game your way,” he said as he caressed my clit between his index and middle finger. “I want to see how hot I have to make you before you let go of that damn control.”

Quickly he left me. I turned my head as best I could but couldn't get him in my limited field of vision until he came up behind me with a white hibiscus flower in his mouth. I looked down in a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of his cock but couldn't. I felt the hibiscus on my behind, as soft as butterfly wings.

Xavier waited until I was truly enjoying the softness to introduce the stem to my backside. A sudden prick from a jagged edge made me jump. As he guided the stem down the slippery valley of my crack, I gritted my teeth and groaned.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look holding this flower in your ass like the perfect vase,” Xavier whispered. “I bet it would look even lovelier in the front.”

He opened my behind with one hand and pulled the flower down to my dark center with the other. When the stem touched my hard, sensitive clit, I cried out his name.

“Are you ready to start talking?”

I wiggled my hips against the assault of the stem. “Oh, yes, just please, don't stop.”

“Did you have a dream about me last night?” he prompted.

“Yes, a really dirty one. I'm lying in bed, naked, of course, 'cause it's just too hot for clothes. The French doors are open and there's just a hint of a breeze. I'm lying facedown on the bed with my ass in the air, and I'm rubbing my clit and thinking of you.”

He removed the flower and replaced it with his fingers. He found my pink rosebud and rubbed it. “Like this?”

“Oh, yes baby, just like that.” I raised my right leg and wedged my knee against the wall. “Yes, do it harder.”

“Continue the story and I will.”

“Okay, I hear you come into the room. I open my eyes and you're standing there naked. Your cock, my god, it's beautiful, like a tree trunk, proudly jutting straight out from your body. The size of it scares me a little.” I stopped to catch my breath as he slipped a finger in me.

“Go on,” he urged.

“You walk over to the bed and climb behind me. I feel your hands, doing just what you're doing now. I beg you for your cock, just like I'm begging now, please, please, please.”

“Not yet, baby, you're not ready yet.” He moved away from me and when he returned, I felt dried vines on my ass. “Did you ever dream about me spanking you? I bet you're one of those women who likes being punished for your desires.”

“Yes, sometimes I have dreams of being tied up and getting spanked,” I admitted.

“You mean like this?” The first swipe of the vines was amazing. It stung a little and sent little electric currents straight down to my toes.

“Oh, yes, just like that” I groaned.

He made each lick a little harder than the last until my backside was on fire. Then he soothed it with wet licks from his tongue.

“Please take me now because I don't know how much more of this I can stand.”

“Oh, honey, you can take a lot more than you've ever thought was possible.”

Xavier knelt down and buried a finger inside me. My lips were so thick, pouting because he wouldn't give me what I craved most. He slipped another finger into me, teasing my pussy into accepting his expert touch. Despite not getting what I really wanted, my pussy rewarded him with juices as thick as egg whites and sugar whipped up in my kitchen. Violent cries ripped through my body as he inserted another finger, exploring my cunt like no one had before. Suddenly, his fingers slipped out of me and I felt his arms move to either side of my head. I opened my eyes. I felt his warm, heavy breathing on my neck.

“I need to know that you trust me,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to know if you trust me to take you where you need to go and to do things to you you'd never dream of doing.”

I didn't trust myself. I was in uncharted territory but at the point of no return. I wanted to see what would happen if I just gave myself over to the moment, trusted Xavier and whatever it was that had drawn us together.

“I trust you,” I said on a rush of relief that felt almost as good as what he'd just done to me. Xavier kissed the back of my neck then slipped back down to my pussy.

Three fingers slipped in easily. The moan died halfway in my throat when I realized he wanted more. I felt the final finger. He cajoled the walls of my pussy to welcome his hand, slowly pushing and twisting, finding my G-spot, caressing and coaxing.

“Tell me the rest of that dream now. Tell me what you really wanted me to do to you.”