Xavier FINAL (Men of Steel #4) (12 page)

“Will you be here the entire time?”

He looked at me with a blank stare before answering, “No. I have things I’ll have
to do. But James will be at your disposal. There’s enough food and everything else
will be here in the morning. I want you scouring the Internet for local talent. Find
where they will be performing. Then, if we like them, you do your magic and stalk
them on the web. We need mad talent signed with us at go. Can you handle that?”

“Of course I can.” We were back to all business and I sat up and grabbed for the water
on the nightstand. There was a fresh bottle and some ibuprofen, “Thanks.”

“I’m gonna shower. You get some sleep.”

“Will you be here again tonight? I mean…”

“I hadn’t planned on it.”

He stood looking at me. “I’m gonna turn on some music. You good with that?”

“Sure.”

I laid down and music filled the room through a kick ass built-in surround sound system
I hadn’t noticed before.

The song
Come Along
by Vicci Martinez and Cee Lo Green started. I don’t know why but my body seemed to
awaken. The awareness of what was just in the other room beckoning to me, the sexual
being inside me that I had ignored for so long awoke from a three year slumber. The
desire deep inside coming to a head, brought on by the way Xavier Steel looked at
my body with those sexy as hell hazel eyes.

I stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I stopped briefly as insecurity caused
by being told no for so long stalled me, but only for a moment. Xavier Steel with
his luscious lips, trained tongue, and a body that looked like it was made to please
a woman was naked; the only thing stopping me was my own insecurity and a door that
wasn’t completely closed.

I opened the door and looked at the shower. I saw his arms rise as he washed his hair.
Hair that I wanted in my hands. I felt the pulse that was faintly noticeable between
my legs only a moment ago quicken. A burn started building, one that could turn into
an inferno by his touch.

I turned and looked in the mirror that was beginning to fog up and unclipped my hair
and ran my fingers through it. I slipped my pants off and then pulled my sweatshirt
over my head. And looked at myself.

The song ended and I saw his phone. I hit repeat before the next started. I turned
to walk towards the shower and stopped when I saw him looking at me through the eyes
of a man who appeared to be starving. He cinched the towel around his waist and leaned
against the wall. His eyes raked my body from head to toe. His heated eyes now burning
and turning black.

“Took you long enough.” His voice had a gravely sound to it.

“I decided to see if I blushed everywhere and wanted you to know, I don’t.”

He took a step towards me.

“Irish, you are so fucking sexy.”

The song started again and his lips curled up on one side. “We’ve already wasted six
minutes and forty seconds”

He took another step towards me, I leaned in to kiss him, and he leaned back, avoiding.
For a moment I felt the insecurities return. Until he reached around me and grabbed
my ass in both hands and lifted me and set me on the counter.

He stepped back. “Did you hear that?”

“No.” I closed my eyes.

“Your hot little ass just sizzled when I sat you down on the cold granite. Now where
do I begin?” He took my hands. “Open up those eyes. I don’t want you to miss seeing
what a real man can do to you.”

“Xavier--.”

“Don’t interrupt.”

“Ten minutes wasted.” The song began again.

“I don’t see it as a waste. I am already fucking every part of you in my head. I’ve
wanted this for a long time now. I need to map out where I will begin. I remember
now.”

He kissed my lips with the pressure of a fallen feather. He bit and licked each nipple.
They hardened even more until it was almost painful.

He cupped each breast in his hands and ran his thumb across my sensitive skin. I bit
my lip to stop the whimper from falling out of my mouth.

“Pink hearts.” He said before his mouth covered one. He sucked fiercely on it as he
pinched my other nipple between his fingers. He tugged at it and then my breast fell
from his mouth with a loud popping sound.

His tongue now teased the other and his fingertips slid down the side of my body,
his hands slid between the counter and my ass.

“Perfect moon.” His hands ran down to my knees, he lifted my legs, and rested them
on his shoulders. Licking my ankle and nipping my calves. “You’ll be seeing stars.”

He stood and his hand reached behind me and pulled my head forward, he kissed my eyes.
“Green clovers.” He leaned back and bit his lip. “I bet I can find the diamond buried
just inside your sweet treasure box.”

He dropped to his knees and my knees started to close. He looked up and shook his
head no and pulled them apart.

“Damn,” He groaned before leaning forward. He kissed a light trail across my flesh
and I nearly came right there.

I squirmed back and he gripped my hips, stopping me.

“I’m gonna fall.” I panted.

He nipped my hypersensitive skin and I braced my arms behind me on the counter, he
smiled up at me.

“You’re on the counter Irish, you won’t fall.” His finger ran up and down my opening
and he hit the ball of nerves at the top. He smiled when I grit my teeth together
to hold in the sounds that I knew would certainly turn my entire body red.

“I think I found the diamond. What do you think?”

“Yeah I think--” he stroked it again. “Oh God!”

“That’s what I want to hear. Don’t you hold back on me.”

“Okayyyy.” He slowly moved his finger inside me and bit his lip. “Xavier!”

“You’re tight Irish. We need to make sure your pussy is soaked before I even think
about fucking it. You’d fucking strangle me.” He licked his lips and stared at my
pussy as his finger circled inside.

He pushed up and I yelled out. “That’s it.”

He did it again and again until I was burning. I was going to come. I was gonna come
on his finger as he watched.

He stilled and I groaned my protest.

“You’ll come in my mouth first.” He growled and two fingers spread me. “So pink,”
his finger rubbed slowly up and down just inside me. “So wet.” He pulled his fingers
away from me and licked them. “So delicious.” He used both hands stretching me open
wide. “So fucking sexy.”

His tongue lapped inside of me, his eyes were now completely black.

“Awe. Oh God. Stop, awe fuck Xavier! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh yes!”

I couldn’t stop the noise from escaping me if I wanted to.

His tongue moved faster, he was licking my clit, circling it, teasing it, and then
holding his tongue flat against it. Liquid lava was running through me. I was nearly
breathless, and the high pitched moans came from a place I didn’t know existed. Then
suddenly he sucked hard on my clit and I jumped forward and gripped the edge of the
counter. Squeezing it hard as I could,
as if it were the only thing anchoring me, holding me back from exploding. I watched
as his tongue continued to pleasure me. He was watching me fall apart. His mouth
covered me completely
, as he pulled at my sex with his lips, and then he shoved not one but two fingers
inside me stretching and both fingers curled up as his tongue pressed down hard on
my clit. And I came hard. So hard the first moments were crippling and I grabbed his
hair and screamed words that weren’t even decipherable, and if they were I had no
clue what they were anyway. He continued fingering me and my body continued experiencing
pleasure filled waves throughout.

I don’t remember when he stopped but when he picked me up off the counter I hung on
to his shoulders and purposely squeezed his obliques.

“Are you sure about that?” He laughed.

“Mmm hmm.” I leaned back and looked at him.

“You’re glowing Irish.”

“Your mouth is amazing. If you were mine, you’d be doing that a lot.”

“Your pussy tastes amazing. If you were mine I’d eat nothing else.”

His mouth crashed over mine and I tasted myself on him.

“Mmm, I do taste good.” I giggled against his lips.

“Down you go.” He dropped me on the bed and stepped back. “I found the pink hearts,
yellow moons, orange stars, green clovers, and blue diamonds all magically delicious.
Now it’s your turn to discover something. You ready Irish?” He started to remove the
towel and desire began burning inside me again. “Did you know you’re about to fuck
a prince Irish?”

“I think you can up your ranks there. I think you must be the king of oral.”

He dropped his towel and I gasped.

“Prince Irish. You wanna bow to the Prince Babe?”

“Why would you do that? I mean if you were small or even average then maybe but Xavier
you’re-- you’re a statue.”

“It’s for you. All for you. But that’s not all Irish.” He took my hand. “I want you
to meet a Frenum-in.” He held my hand around his cock and I gasped again. “That’s
for you too.”

I swallowed hard as our hands stroked up and down his pierced shaft.

“Do you have any idea how that’s gonna feel inside of you.”

My mouth was dry and I swallowed trying to bring moisture back to it. “Good?”

“Real fucking good. Lay down Taelyn. I can’t wait to fuck you. Maybe it’ll be so good;
you’ll make sense when you’re coming this time.”

“I hope not,” I whispered as I laid back.

He grabbed my ankles, tugged me down to the edge of the bed, and rested my feet on
his shoulders.

“Reach up and grab a pillow Irish. I want your ass in the air so you can see what
it looks like when the prince of Italy conquers Ireland.”

I laughed and grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

He wasn’t paying any attention when it hit him in the face.

“What was that for?”

“Ireland is going to be all over Italy. The Prince will be buried inside her not the
other way around.”

“I might let you have the win this time but I can assure you that you’ll admit defeat
someday. But for now,” he rubbed the metal ring up and down my slit and I moaned.
“Let’s just see what happens when the Irish admires the crown jewels of Italy.”

He nudged my clit and I whimpered.

“That’s the way Irish.”

“Xavier,” I moaned as he pushed just his broad head inside me. “Oh God.”

He rocked back and forth slowly.

“More, oh God more.” I thrust my hips towards him.

“Easy,” he hissed. “You’re gonna come so fast and hard for me you’ll think what happened
in the bathroom was nothing.”

“Not possible.” He shoved in hard, the ring grazed my g spot and I cried out.

“You still with me Irish?”

“Again.” He pulled back and slammed into me again. “Fuck!”

“Hmm if you say so.” He pulled out and pushed in over and over again.

I screamed, panted, maybe even begged, and definitely prayed as he moved hard and
fast in me.

He pulled me up mid orgasm and growled. “Legs around me, I want all in.”

“You weren’t? Oh God Xavier I don’t think--.”

“Your pussy will stretch to fit me.” He grabbed my ankles, wrapped them around him
and lifted me up.

“Ouch, oh God!” I leaned forward and bit his shoulder to stop from screaming out.

“I’ll try to go easy but I swear you’ll stretch. You want me to stop?” He asked as
he pounded into me.

“No please don’t. Oh. Oh. Yes!” My back was against the wall and he continued fucking
me so hard I thought I may pass out.

I came screaming and he followed. His cock throbbed and shot hot streams of cum inside
me. I’d never felt so damn good yet so sore in my entire life.

He held me against the wall panting into my neck.

“Fuck Irish that was amazing. So fucking good.”

He lifted me and laid me on the bed. He kissed me and smiled.

“I love that you’re on the pill.”

“How do you know that?”

“I packed your bags.”

“Oh God Xavier. What if he, oh God. What if I. What if you gave me--.”

“I wear a condom every damn time Irish. You’ll catch nothing from me.”

“Well what if. What if he didn’t with--.”

“I’m sure a dick like that wouldn’t chance it.” He kissed me.

I tried to smile but deep inside I was worried about him, about me, about us.

He came over and knelt between my legs and began to spread them. I clenched my knees.

“I can’t take anymore right now.”

“I know. I’m gonna clean you.”

I nearly cried at the way he said it. His words were tender and so was his touch.

The way he looked at me seemed different too.

Chapter 11

Totally Fucked- X

I looked in the mirror trying to see whatever it was that had just changed inside
of me. I had eaten a girl’s pussy for six repeats of a song without expecting the
same in return. I had a conversation during sex. Not just ‘Suck my cock’ or ‘I’m gonna
come all over your tits’ I was actually trying to be nice? I mean, I wasn’t a dick
but I certainly didn’t try to make a chick come before my dick was in her, unless
of course she’d worked for it first. I had made a playlist intending on fucking her
to it. Add to that the fact that it was mind blowing and not just fucking. I mean
I was praising that pussy. I didn’t praise pussy, pussy praised me. Top that off with
the fact that I just washed a chick’s vag. What the fuck was that about?

Taelyn Patrick, aka Irish, that’s what that was about. She’d gotten in, so fucking
deep, I should have been shaking in my boots but I wasn’t. My plan was to wait a week
at least after her break up but that shit didn’t happen. No way could it have. I had
slept with her last night without copping a feel. Today I was kissing her and she
started it. I was gentle. Her fucking lip was cut and I was feeling all like
I need to take care of that shit
and she was all letting me. I know how fucked up it sounds but honest to God I couldn’t
wait till she got a scratch or stung by a bee so I could tend to her wounds again.
When I was buried inside her, I needed to pound it into her that she was mine. Pretty
sure I got my point across.