“I definitely want to get inside.”
“Good. Because you’re right, I want a locked door between…” I take a bite of her neck, silencing her mid-sentence.
Her shoulders roll back and she tilts her head, giving me full access to her delicate neck. I love how easily she submits to me, and my need for her body surges. During the car ride I was half listening to her speak and half visualizing her naked, thinking about being back inside her tight pussy. I want her clamped around my cock the way she clamped around my fingers.
Elsie suddenly tenses, and says, “What if one of them saw us turn around at Owen’s and followed us?”
“Shit, you’re right.” It’s entirely possible that one of them noticed a car do a random U-turn and decided to investigate.
I grab the suitcase and rush to the front door. After I unlock it, I enter the code that Owen texted to turn off the alarm system.
“After you,” I say, gesturing for Elsie to pass me.
“Holy cow, this place is like a museum,” she says, standing still and looking around with her mouth half open.
“Looks like it’s all the original antique furniture,” I say casually.
“I’m afraid to touch anything.”
“I’m not,” I say and pull her into my arms. I kick the door shut and mesh my fingers through her hair.
The time for waiting is done. I can finish what I started in the hotel room before this whole annoying interruption.
“But we have to…” Elsie starts but I silence her with my mouth. There’s only one thing we have to do.
She tenses for a moment before relaxing into the kiss. I grip her hair tighter, and suck on her bottom lip. An adorable whimper escapes her throat, turning my semi into a full-on erection and I grind it against her.
The image of her in the photo fills my head, and I want to see it in the flesh.
Breaking the kiss, I straighten, creating a gap between us. She looks up at me, her big green eyes confused. My eyes bore into hers as I strip off her blazer and undo the buttons of her blouse.
Spreading apart the fabric, I release her eyes and look down at her glorious breasts encased in her lace bra. They’re soft and full and begging to be sucked. I run my fingers over her exposed flesh.
I yank her blouse all the way off and drop it on the floor before undoing her bra and springing free her breasts. Her pink nipples are hard and I immediately pinch them both. She flinches and whimpers and I pinch them again, holding them this time without releasing my fingers.
Elsie opens her mouth but swallows hard and closes it again. I run my tongue across my bottom lip, knowing she’s mine for the taking.
I cup the bottom of her breast and lean over, taking her nipple and sucking it into my mouth. I let go with my hands and undo her skirt, pushing it over her hips and down to her feet. Slipping my fingers under the thin fabric of the thong, I run them along her hip, electric sparks shooting between us as I move. Elsie whimpers again, obviously feeling the same.
I stand and rake my eyes over her near naked body. She lifts a hand in my direction and I grab it and spin her slowly, examining every inch of her perfect body as she turns, and I’m overcome by a woman for the first time in my life.
How is she doing this to me? All I want to do is make her tremble and scream and fall into my arms. I’ve made plenty of women tremble and scream but I sure as fuck haven’t ever cared if they fell into my arms afterwards. Mostly, I try to get rid of them as fast as possible.
Not Elsie.
And I haven’t even taken my clothes off yet. What’s it going to be like when I get my cock in her? The thought sends a massive shudder up my back and I undo the button of my jeans to give my dick some much-needed room.
I draw her into my arms, place my lips to her ear and in a low voice say, “This isn’t Xander Whitman fucking some random chick. For once in my life, this is the real me.”
Chapter 17
Elsie
The real Xander? What does he mean? My body is too full of heat and I want to comprehend what he said.
I definitely want to finish what we started in the hotel room, but I wasn’t expecting it to happen in a stranger’s house. Especially one full of antiques and seeming like the sort of place they should charge admission to tour.
Xander bites my neck again, sending yet another jolt of electricity straight to my pussy. I force my arms between us and grapple with his shirt buttons.
I swallow and ask, “Why are you wearing clothes?”
He steps back and smirks at me before undoing the rest of the buttons and pulling off his shirt.
My jaw drops.
He looks like he’s been carved straight out of my imagination, because his body is too good to be true. If you asked me to come up with the perfect male body, his would be it. His strong arms move into his broad shoulders, and his pecs are hard. My eyes follow the line between them, down to his perfectly formed abs. Not to mention his sexy sleeve tattoo that keeps drawing my eye.
Afraid I’m about to start drooling, I slowly blink my eyes, half expecting to have been imagining things. But nope, his body is still every bit as incredible.
“Jesus,” I mumble and reach my hand out to touch him, wanting further proof that he’s real.
My hand connects with his six-pack, and my palm burns with heat. It’s almost too intense but I force myself to keep it against his skin and explore his exposed body.
With my hands still on him, Xander steps out of his pants, standing in only a pair of black boxers. It’s impossible to miss the sheer size of the bulge stretching the fabric and my heart beats a little faster, imagining it stretching me open.
We still haven’t made it away from the front door and I wonder if he’s going to push me up against it, the way he did in the hotel room.
In a quick motion, Xander slips his thumbs into the waistband of my thong and pulls it off. Fully naked, a blush runs over my body. I drag my eyes up to Xander’s and he grips my chin and holds it in place as he crushes his mouth against mine.
He runs his tongue along my lips, coaxing them open, as if they needed it. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I welcome it with my own. He presses his body tight against me and my body hums at the skin to skin contact.
I shift from foot to foot, aware of the wetness trickling down the inside of my thigh.
Without warning, he lifts me up and flings me over his shoulder. I squeal with laughter and he slaps my bare ass. He bends and retrieves a condom from the pocket of his jeans that he’d discarded on the floor, bringing home the reality of what we’re doing.
It’s just so hard to believe. Like I’m a kid who has to pinch herself to make sure I’m not dreaming.
Carrying me away from the front door, we move deeper into the house. From my upside-down position, everything is ancient and expensive looking, and I wonder where he is taking me. We reach a room with a large ornately carved sofa upholstered in red velvet and he lays me on it.
“Shouldn’t we put a blanket or something down?” I ask, still concerned about touching anything in this house.
“Fuck it,” he says and falls to his knees on the floor.
He spreads my legs wide with his hands and kisses my knee before sliding his tongue up the wet trail until he reaches the very tender area between my leg and my pussy. He nips at the hollowed-out area and a soft moan escapes me.
A swirling ball of heat circles deep within my core, knowing he’s in such an intimate position and wondering what he’s going to do next. What’s he thinking? That this is the real me? I can’t get any more exposed to him than this.
The ball grows, waiting and waiting for him to do something. It grows so intense that I roll my head back and press myself deep into the antique sofa, aching for his next move.
Xander exhales sharply sending his hot breath across my lips, causing a shiver to coat my entire body.
He hooks my thigh around his neck, causing his head to be sideways from his position on the floor. He kisses
my lips as if he were kissing my mouth, spreading them wide and then closed again and runs his tongue along my slit, darting sideways between my clit and my slick entrance. My body presses deeper into the sofa and a moan erupts from my core.
I’ve never experienced anything like what he’s doing but it sure as hell feels amazing. I mesh my fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue.
The ball of heat grows and spreads from my core up to my chest and down to my knees. My legs start to quiver, and he holds my free leg still. His tongue starts to concentrate on my clit, circling it faster and faster and I lose all sense of time and space.
Ramming two fingers into my entrance, Xander pushes them deep, spreads them wide apart and pulls them out, jamming them in again. He does it one more time and I’m tipped so far over the edge that I twist and turn and buck my hips to cope with the intensity of the orgasm.
He grunts in satisfaction and pulls his hand away.
“No,” I protest, needing something for my still spasming walls to clutch onto.
“Patience,” he says, and tears open the condom wrapper.
My eyelids are heavy and I vaguely watch as he rolls the condom down his impressively thick shaft. I’d like to touch it and explore it along with the rest of his body but at the moment I’m paralyzed by the orgasm he unleashed. It seems like the only part of me working right now are my eyes. The rest of me is a pulsing, tingling mess.
Climbing onto the sofa, he hovers over me for a moment without touching our bodies together. Sparks from his skin jump across to mine and I attempt to arch my back to close the distance between us.
Placing his lips to my ear he says, “You are beautiful when you come.” As he finishes his sentence, he pushes his dick deep inside me, stretching and filling me in ways I never knew were possible.
My spasming walls clamp around his thickness, giving me some relief but almost immediately the ball of heat in my core starts to blossom again. His breath is hot down my neck as he thrusts his hips. I hook my legs around his, slipping a foot under each of his muscular thighs in order to encourage him deeper.
As he thrusts, his pelvic bone rubs against my clit, forcing high-pitched moans from me with each movement. Even though my first orgasm hasn’t fully subsided, another one is building with an even greater ferocity.
He arches his back, and I’m suddenly struck by what is actually happening to me. Xander Whitman is inside me. An image of Isabel giving me a fist bump roves through my mind before I stomp it out because this isn’t the reality star, he is simply the man I’ve connected with.
“I love how loud you are,” Xander says, his voice husky and strained. I suddenly realize how loud I’m being, which is highly unusual. Normally I’m a quiet person during sex but nothing with Xander is normal.
My body tenses on the edge and I dig my fingernails into his back as he thrusts into me, now aware that I’m moaning continuously. I can’t help myself.
His words unleash the ball in my core, a tidal wave rushing through my body from head to toe and I melt in his arms.
Chapter 18
Xander
Elsie thrashing and screaming as she comes underneath me is about the best feeling in the world. I could seriously get used to this.
Fuck. She’s going to make me come and I’m not ready for that yet. I stop moving although my dick is throbbing. Her walls clamp around my shaft, threatening to milk it even if I am perfectly still.
Part of me wants to flip her over and rub her round ass and watch my cock slide in and out of her tight pussy but I’m enjoying the sight of her gorgeous orgasm face far too much to turn it away from me.
Instead, I stroke her clammy hair away from her forehead and think of my all-star baseball team.
She starts to calm and I say, “I want you to come again, with me this time.”
“Oh my God,” Elsie gasps.
I give her full lips a quick kiss and start moving again. As I move, I press my body against hers as much as I can in order to feel her hard nipples along my skin. She’s soft and I want to squeeze every inch of her.
“Hold on,” I say.
Hooking my arms underneath her, I kneel and pull her body with me. I manage to stand up without having to take myself out of her pussy and she wraps her arms and legs around me.
Bouncing her up and down on my cock, she once again starts with her screaming. It’s so uninhibited and honest that it drives me wild. I grip the back of her head and yank back her hair, tilting her face to mine. I crash my lips onto hers and suck her bottom lip into my mouth, biting it between my teeth and swallowing her screams.
Everything about her makes me want to open myself up and let her inside.
All the muscles in my back start to tense and I straighten again and press her head against my chest. She’s clinging to me, her nails scratching deep into my back and her screams growing louder and louder.
I plant my hands on her ass, each one cupping a cheek, and I slide her body up and down my shaft. My balls draw tight against me and I grunt.
“God, Xander,” Elsie squeals, her body quivering in my arms and sending a massive shudder through my body. I throw my head back and my cock surges, unleashing itself into the condom.
Her walls grip my cock and I sit us back onto the sofa to fully enjoy the sensation. Elsie drapes herself over me in complete and utter collapse. I lean against the back of the sofa, still focused on the way she’s squeezing my dick.
We’re both quiet as our chests heave, desperate for air.
This day has turned out better than I’d imagined. I’m fucking glad those reporters showed up at the hotel. Now I have Elsie all to myself.
“I need to be horizontal,” Elsie says and pushes herself off my lap. She lies along the sofa. “Yuck, I’m lying in a wet spot.”
“No one to blame but yourself for that.”
“You know what, I’m so tired that I don’t even care.”
Laughing, I wedge myself between her body and the back of the sofa and drape my arm around her. I cup her breast and drink in the smell of her hair. Everything about her makes me believe I can trust her, and that she’s genuinely interested in me. The real me.
Whoever that is.
“My childhood was pretty fucked up compared to yours,” I say, and squeeze her breast.
“I guess that goes with being part of a family dynasty.”
“Hardly. I know plenty of people from money and none of them had the ridiculous childhood I did.”
“Are they these posers you keep talking about?”
I think about it for a moment. Yes, they are posers, but their childhoods were at least happy, even if they did end up in the same place.
“Some of them. But trust me, their childhoods were also normal compared to mine.”
“What was so weird about your childhood?” she asks.
My heart hammers against my rib cage as I contemplate answering her question. Do I really want to go there or do I simply want to enjoy her naked body pressed up against mine?
“Oh, I get it, I asked a question. My apologies,” she says, a trickle of sarcasm in her voice.
“What are you talking about?”
“In the car. You told me you would tell me about yourself when I stopped asking questions. And you actually started telling me and I stupidly asked a question, so you stopped talking.”
I love that she didn’t back away and that she just has the nerve to say that to me. No poser ever would have the guts to do that. I smirk and say, “Perhaps you should try rephrasing.”
“Sounds like your childhood really sucked,” she says and rests her hand on the back of mine.
“Better.” I take a deep breath and say, “My parents were only concerned about one thing — looking good. I mean, both my mother and my stepmother spend all their time primping and preening and God knows how much money in order to look their best at all times and all costs. My father and stepfather encouraged them. And all they cared about was looking like they were liv
ing movie star lives.”
“And so you never learned to appreciate the things in life that matter. That’s a statement, not a question,” she says. I laugh and kiss the back of her neck.
“That’s it, in a nutshell. Although…” I stop myself, not sure how far to dive into this.
Elsie twists and wiggles, turning her body to come face to face with me. Her eyes shine into mine, as if they’re lighting my way out of the ridiculous life I’ve been living.
“How much of my boring life story do you want to listen to?” I ask.
“At least as much as I told you and I figure you made me talk for over an hour,” she says with her natural smile that’s so endearing.
“That ain’t happening. But I’ll tell you a bit more since you didn’t ask.” Her smile grows broader, and the hammering of my heart slows.
“Good,” she says and squirms in my arms until she’s facing away from me again. “Does that help?”
“Weirdly, yes. Although I was enjoying looking at your beautiful face.”
“You will have to settle for the back of my head,” Elsie says and laughs.
I press my hips into her ass and say, “This is good, too.”
“Man, I don’t think I could handle any more of that right now, my body is spent.”
“Good, but you better get rested up for later because this was just a warm up.”
“Somehow I know you’re being serious,” she says.
“Totally. The way I figure it, we’re not going anywhere until the next big new story comes along.”
“I guess I don’t have to worry about work for a while.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure that idiot boss of yours will come to her senses.”
“Or be transferred to North Dakota, with any luck.”
Elsie falls silent and I can’t tell if she’s waiting for me to carry on or if she’s contemplating her own problems. I inhale deeply and say, “My parents were wife swappers. So, you know how I said my mother and stepmother and my father and stepfather? I mean, I always lived with my father, but I never knew which mother was going to be staying with us.”
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