Chapter Seven: Xander

Chapter Seven
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Xander



She didn't want to admit how she felt and that was okay. Her body was doing all the talking for her, and it was saying a lot. A full conversation was being had between my body and hers.

She wanted this. She wanted me. It was an undeniable spark, and now, I got the reason for it. We could both sense that we understood each other in a way no one else had, a way no one else could. While I tried to deal with my childhood by bettering the organization that caused it, she did it by trying to distance herself from it, but she knew she couldn't deny this.

Us.

It made no sense to her. Hell, I was struggling to understand it, but I was catching on pretty fast.

We stumbled into my room, and she pushed my vest over my shoulders while still kissing me passionately. I groaned, as I felt her nails scratch along my abs from where she snuck her hands under my shirt. I took her face in my hands and deepened the kiss, which she made a weird noise at. Fuck, I loved it when she made that sound. It was the mixture of the mewl of a cat in heat and the growl of a tiger. It was delicious.

I yanked her thermal up her chest, and she lifted her arms in consent to this. I tossed it to the side and kissed down her neck, growling into her ear.

I was so glad she was all mine.

She forced me to sit on the edge of the bed and straddled my waist, kissing me again. I was quick to undo her bra, and she threw the material away, revealing her gorgeous, full voluptuous chest. I bent my head down and kissed, licked, sucked at her erect, pink nipples. She groaned, as she dug her fingers through my hair. She was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the barbell in my tongue against her sensitive nipple.

"Xander, I want you," she whispered to me, and warmth flooded me from her confession. I already knew she did, but to hear it was a whole different thing. It was a rush.

"Fuck... Please, tell me you're on birth control." I came up for air before going back to her tits.

"God, Xan....Yes, I get the shot like clockwork." She pushed up my shirt, and I took the hint. I tossed away my shirt and pulled her bare flesh flush against mine as I kissed her, flipping us over.

She laid limp against my bed, as I took in the sight of her. I had fucked plenty of girls, none of them I had ever brought to my bed. Not even Annie came here. It was my solace, and now, Jenny was in it. I had let her invade my space, and it didn't bother me with it being her.

"What's the matter?" she asked, concern on her face.

"Nothing. You're just so beautiful," I said before kissing her again. She moaned, and I felt her hands working at my belt.

"Please, Xan," she was begging for it. Who was I to deny her?

I pulled myself back and undid her jeans before pulling them and her panties down her legs together. She lifted her ass for me and there she was, in my bed. Naked. Completely fucking naked for me. I had been fantasizing about this since I first saw her, and the reality made the fantasy seem like an Etch-A-Sketch drawing. Her body was perfect, no scars of stretch marks. Her skin was flawless everywhere.

Was I dreaming? How could a woman this perfect want me? I didn't think I would ever understand it.

She sat up and worked on my jeans. She used her dainty little feet to push down my jeans, and my dick sprung out like a jack-in-the-box. I could see the shock on her face, and I chuckled at that. Yup, I got that every time a girl saw my dick for the first time. The piercing shocked a lot of people more than my size did.

"Oh, my god. You have your dick pierced?" I chuckled and kicked off my jeans.

"All for your pleasure, babe. Enjoy it because that shit hurt like a bitch when I first had it done." She laughed at what I said.

"No shit! Isn't that the most sensitive part of the male body?" She was still snickering with amusement.

"Second most sensitive," I said, then cut off her retort by kissing her. She gave up the conversation and scratched at my back, as I nudged her legs apart. It felt so good, her nails digging into my skin, her smooth legs rubbing against my hips, her soft, moist pussy against the mushroom of my dick.

I teased her slit with my cock, and she moaned.

"Put it in my pussy, Xan." Fuck. I was really starting to like the way that nickname sounded on her lips.

"You don't want me to tease you a bit, baby?" I was messing with her, and she knew it.

"You've teased me enough for one day." I chortled from her joke, and she kissed along my cheek before softly running her lips along the scar across my eye. Fuck. That thing was so sensitive, and her touch was so sensual. Most were uncomfortable with my scar, but she wasn't. She didn't shy away from it. She didn't ask about it either.

"Jen," I mumbled her name, as she softly ran her fingers through my hair, affectionately teasing my scalp.

"Xander, please." I pressed my forehead to hers and pressed into her. Slow and easy. shit. She was tight, fitting me like a glove. My jaw slacked with pleasure, and I pressed completely into her.

"Fuck," I groaned, as she clung to me. "You're so tight. It feels so good." She whimpered and nodded.

"Keep going, Xan. Make me yours." Shit, baby. You're already mine. Do I need to remind you? I thrusted against her, and her pussy oozed her arousal around me, as she dug her nails deeper into my flesh.

She was moaning and whimpering, as I quickened my pace, working my cock harder into her. I gave it to her deeper and harder, as she cried out in pleasure, nails digging into my back. She broke the skin but I didn't mind. I liked the pain.

We didn't need words. Our bodies were doing all the talking. Hers was chatting nonstop and mine was listening, coaxing the chatter from hers.

I groaned and sucked on her neck, as I drilled myself into her sexy body.

I hadn't been with someone this tight in so long. I didn't know how much longer I could last. I needed to make sure she came before I reached my peak. I teased her clit, and she shook beneath me.

"Xan!" she screamed for me, as she squeezed my cock good and hard. Her body was shaking from her release as she clung to me.

That's right, Jen. Let yourself feel good.

I lost my rhythm as my balls tensed, and I groaned.

"I'm gonna come," I groaned, as she grabbed my ass, squeezing, begging for me to give it to her. "Fuck, yes!" I growled, as I came hard for her. I shot off like a racehorse and nearly collapsed on her from the mind-blowing orgasm she gave me. I hadn't come like that in....well, I couldn't remember the last time it had been like that.

Ecstasy, euphoria, and bliss clouded my mind in a way I hadn't felt in such a long time. No one has been able to satisfy me like that in forever.

I rolled her with me, and she laid across my chest, as I held her close. She didn't speak. She just laid there, rubbing her hand up and down my chest. I had her head tucked under my chin, and I kept going from playing with her hair to rubbing her back.

"Jen?" She hummed her response, as I pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. "I'll never let anything happen to you. I promise." I meant every word. She slowly lifted her head and those sapphire eyes of hers locked with mine, her finger playing with the scruff on my face. She just stared at me, a kaleidoscope of emotions flickered across her face. Sadness. Glee. Rapture. Self-consciousness. Determination. Appreciation. Apprehension. Desire.

She moved over me and kissed me with passionate zeal, her long hair fanning around us. Then, she took me back inside of her and rode me for over an hour.


*****


I let out a big yawn, as the light poured in through the window, and I looked down at Jen, stuck in a deep sleep beside me. Shallow breaths and an emotionless expression covered her, as I threw my arms around her, holding her close. I had forgotten she stayed the night until I saw her there. A strange pleasure filled me from the reality of her presence. It was something I had never felt. I wasn't sure if I felt uneasy about it or not, but I relaxed with her there.

She burrowed into my embrace, and she let out a soft breath. Maybe she had woken up, but if she did, it was only momentary. She was back asleep in a moment.

I followed her into the land of fantasies and nightmares. Luckily, mine was empty except for the feeling of contentment that surrounded me like a security blanket.

I woke up a couple of hours later to the sensation of Jen wiggling against me. I opened my eyes to see her back pressed against my front, and my hard stem was pressed against her ass.

She was letting out those adorable whimpers of desire, and I groaned.

"Damn, babe. What a way to wake a guy up," I teased, as I kissed along her shoulder and kneaded her waist. She felt so good in my arms.

"You're the one who started stabbing my ass with your dick. Do you have any idea how cold that piercing is?" I laughed. She was adorable.

"You weren't complaining last night."

"I didn't have a reason to complain last night. We were fucking. We aren't right now." I smirked at her sassy assessment.

"We need to fix that." She moaned from my aroused whisper. I lifted her leg and slipped my dick in between her legs, teasing her slit with the blossom of my stem. Her flower hummed from the tease, and she shivered.

"Xan, don't tease me." I sucked on her earlobe and gripped tight to the sensitive skin of her thigh. I could feel the muscle tensing and relaxing with each caress of my head on her entrance.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" I whispered softly in her ear and was encased with the sound of her aroused noises.

"Fuck me, Xan. Fuck me, now," she demanded, with need dripping from her tongue, and I buried myself deep inside her. My stem was gripped tight by her walls, wet and convulsing. She cried out with desire, rapture, and ecstasy sweating out her pores, and I bit into the juncture where her shoulder met her neck. She had a vice grip on me, and it kept tightening more and more with each thrust into her deepening flower.

I buried my face in her sea of chocolate strands and honeysuckle scent, need coursing through my veins. I wanted her, needed her. It was more than just sex, which I hadn't felt in a while. It was scary yet thrilling at the same time.

"Yes, Jen....that pussy....so fucking warm and good....so damn good," I groaned with pleasure, as she turned her head and kissed me. Hmm, she tasted good. She was sweet like honey and fresh vanilla. There was the slightest hint of whiskey on her tongue from the night before, but it wasn't overwhelming. It didn't take away from the honey and vanilla.

"Xander....oh, god." She pulled away, and I slipped out of her warmth. Shock filled me, as she released the kiss. Before I had a chance to address her rejection, she pushed me onto my back and crawled onto me like a sexy panther, slow and predatory. She took my length back inside of her, squealing with pleasure, before taking me in and out of her, bouncing up and down, crying with each movement.

Ecstasy rushed through my body as my hips bucked towards hers, and she pressed her palms on my chest.

"Xan, shit....oh, Fuck, yes." She mewled with rapture as her jaw slacked, pleasure across her face. "I'm about to come." I could feel it. She was tightening more and more with each passing second. Her arms were trembling from her impending release. She had a few moments before it would hit.

I sat up and took her in my arms, as I slammed my mouth against hers. I grabbed her ass and fucked her hard, burying myself into her depth repeatedly while she clung to me like a life-preserver.

"Xan, I'm coming. Oh, my Fuck!" She came up for air, as I kissed along her jaw. She arched towards me, as I increased my pace. Harder.... Deeper... Faster... More. I gave her more, Higher.. More relentless. I fucked her with everything in me, and she was screaming for more, clinging to me. She was so needy for what I was giving her. This was where my cock needed to be, and she needed this just as much as I did.

"Jen, Fuck...." I growled, as she pressed her mouth back against mine.


"Xan, don't stop....give it to me, baby....make me yours." Did she still not understand? By god, I had fucked her into oblivion last night, and she still wasn't grasping it. Did she need me to say it? Maybe she did.

"How can I make you mine when you're already mine, babe?" I grunted, and her eyes met mine with realization and acceptance.

"Yeah, I'm yours, Xan." Then, she kissed me. That was all I needed.

She admitted that she was mine with no resistance or hesitation. It was simple and yet an admission of such dedication. Maybe that was all either of us needed to hear or say to know where we stood. For now, at least.