Xavier FINAL (Men of Steel #4)

by Mj Fields

  “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 w
ill 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.

  I never did enjoy kissing. Swapping spit was kind of fucked up. I mean as a form of foreplay it was cool but I kissed this girl. Kissing her was insane. As soon as she woke up I needed to do it for real just to be sure I wasn’t just feeling all ‘I man, you woman’ and shit. I licked her mouth like I wanted to her pussy and I sucked her lips hoping to leave a sting to them so she wouldn’t forget. Fucking insane how good it felt to do that.

  Then I pissed her off cause I was feeling all ‘I man, you woman’ and shit. Then I let her have space. That was one hell of an inner struggle. One that I won’t fight ever again.

  I had to plan my next move. Cause there will be a next but I can assure you she’ll be pissed at me for a while. Cause like it or not, I am man and she is woman. She needed to know that wasn’t ever gonna change.

  I walked out into the bedroom and found her lying flat on her back staring off into space.

  “Hungry?” I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Not really.” She sounded nervous.

  “You need to eat.”

  “Xavier?”

  “What’s up?”

  “Is it like that all the time?”

  “I fucking hope so.”

  She smiled. “Is that how it is normally for you?”

  “You’re different so no; it’s not normally how it is for me.”

  “Was this better or worse?”

  “Better.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m gonna grab something to eat. I’ll bring you something.”

  “What, I wasn’t enough?” She giggled.

  I stood and grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed. Damn I liked dragging her around.

  Her eyes widened, she actually looked a bit scared. I leaned over and kissed her belly, stuck my tongue in her belly button. “I wanna pierce that.”

  She laughed a lazy little laugh.

  “Ice cream in bed?”

  “Sure.”

  James had done well. I simply told him to pick up a bunch of shit chicks eat when they’re emotional. He got tissues, ice cream, chocolate, potato chips, diet soda, regular soda, and my requested item, a new phone.

  I walked back up the stairs with a back of chips, two sodas’ under my arm, one diet one regular, and a big ass bowl of Häagen-Dazs caramel cone ice cream. When I walked in she was coming out of the bathroom.

  She had apparently taken a quick shower because her hair was twisted up in a towel and she had on pajamas. When I say pajamas, I mean pajamas. Flannel thick ass pajamas, the kind your dad would wear pajamas. And she was brushing her teeth in front of me.

  Old Xavier would have dropped everything and ran the fuck out of the room. But old Xavier wouldn’t be looking at Taelyn Patrick thinking of his dick replacing the tooth brush. New Xavier was chubbing up and apart from the fact that she was wearing way to many clothes, she was still sexy as hell.

  “Nice pajamas,” I said as I put the soda and ice cream on the bed.

  “You like?” She turned in a circle showing off the goods.

  “I like mine better.” Yes, I was still completely naked and planned to stay that way.

  “Yes I heard the Emperor’s new clothes look is in right now.”

  “Your fashion consultant and mine should have a chat.” I squatted down and plugged in the phone charger behind the night stand on her side of the bed. Yes, I said her side.

  I looked up and she was staring at my ass. When she noticed I was looking she turned around and walked back in the bathroom.

  I plugged the phone into the charger and followed her so I could see if she was turning pink. She was. I laughed and pulled the towel off her head.

  “It’s still wet.”

  “Wets my favorite texture.”

  She spit the toothpaste out and some of it had dribbled on her chin.

  “And that is my favorite look on you.” I pointed to the mirror and she wiped her chin off. “Come on, the ice cream is melting.”

  I waited for her to walk out and followed her. She handed me the bowl so that it wouldn’t tip and then climbed into bed. I reached up and pulled down her pants.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Office rules, no pants in bed.”

  She smiled and wiggled her hips helping me free her from the flannel. She climbed up the bed and under the covers.

  “If you were mine, you would feed me ice cream in bed.” She gave a demanding little look.

  “If you were mine, you’d lose the shirt and let me eat it off your tits.” I sat on the opposite side of the bed and held up the spoon.

  She opened her mouth and I gave it to her, “Mmm. Good.”

  I leaned over and licked her lips. “Mmm good.”

  “More,” she opened her mouth for another bite and I fed it to her.
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  This time she leaned over to me and licked my lips. “Delicious.”

  “It’s Saturday. Saturday Night Live is on.”

  “Really, you wanna watch TV?”

  She opened her mouth again and I gave her more.

  “You like?”

  She licked her lips and nodded.

  “Shirt. Off.” She rolled her eyes. “Please.”

  She started to unbutton the shirt and it was like I was seeing her tits for the first time all over again.

  I took the spoon and smeared ice cream on her nipples.

  “Cold. Oh that’s sooo cold.”

  I leaned over and licked it off. Then I sucked hard.

  I sat back and took another spoon full and did it again. “Not any warmer,” she laughed and squirmed. “You better get it or it’ll drip all over the bed.”

  “We don’t want that now do we?” I pushed her down and she laughed.

  “You better hurry up Xavier.”

  I sat up and pulled the covers down. “You have the rosiest nipples I have ever seen.”

  “It’s the pale skin.” She squirmed.

  “It’s beautiful.” I leaned down and licked up her rib cage and she laughed out loud.

  She reached up and covered her mouth.

  “Don’t do that Taelyn. I love to hear you laugh.” I grabbed her wrist and held her down and she squirmed some more.

  “You better lay still or you’ll be sorry.” I leaned over and grabbed the spoon from the bowl off the nightstand and then flung it at her tit.

  “You’ll mess up the sheets,” she laughed as she tried to sit up.

  I lunged at her and kissed the spot between her tits where the ice cream landed. And then I straddled her and kissed her lips and down her neck. I flicked my tongue across her nipples and they were hard as hell. My dick was too. I sat back and looked down at her.

  “You ever been titie banged Irish?”

  Her mouth made a perfect O shape and I leaned forward and rubbed my cock across her nipples. I let go of myself, pushed her tits together, and moved my dick back and forth between them as I rolled her rosy little pebbles between my thumb and finger. Her mouth relaxed from the O and she licked her lips as she looked down at my cock. I pumped faster and further up towards her mouth.