I’m leaving with Xander *fucking ROCK god* I’ll be back at the beach house tomorrow. xoxo
Xander stops beside a newer looking Harley. He grabs a helmet off the back and his leather jacket, which was draped over the seat, then hands them to me. “Here, put these on, then we’re outta here,” he says as he slides onto the bike, straddling it and bracing his feet on each side of it.
Grabbing a helmet hanging off the front of the bike, he slips it over his head. It’s black with a large white skull on the back with flames coming out of it, covering both sides. It is seriously hot and suits him perfectly.
Sliding my helmet on, I slide onto the bike behind him and wrap my arms tightly around his waist. As soon as my butt hits the leather seat, the bike roars to life, vibrating beneath me.
“Hold on tight, baby. I’m going to get us to my house in record time.”
Chapter Five
After fifteen minutes, Xander is pulling the bike into the driveway of a two-story house. It’s all dark, except one room downstairs that looks to have a light on. It’s hard to see the house in the dark, but it’s made of red brick, with brick steps leading up to the front door.
As soon as he turns off the ignition, we both pull off our helmets. Xander braces the bike, stretching out his legs so I can climb off. Effortlessly, he climbs off the bike, then puts the kickstand down. Giving me a small smirk, he takes the helmet from my hands and sets it on the back of the bike.
“Home sweet home,” he says, waving his head towards the house. “My friends and I live here together, but they should all be out since they normally don’t come strolling in until at least six a.m. on the weekend.”
I let out a sigh of relief when he mentions we’ll have the place to ourselves. I’d love to meet his friends, but not tonight; I have one thing on my mind–and it isn’t getting to know his friends.
“Awesome,” I say as I glance up at the house and follow him to the front door. “Nice place, by the way. I love all these red brick styled homes you have down in the south. They’re gorgeous.”
Sliding the key into the door, he unlocks it and swings the door open, then steps back to allow me to enter first.
“Thanks. It’s my grandmother’s house. Sadly, after my Pop passed, her health deteriorated and my parents had to put her in a nursing home. Since I’m an only child and needed a place of my own, they let me rent the house from them.”
Walking inside, I look around and can tell it’s a bachelor pad. There’s a large brown sectional in the living room with a large flat-screen TV on the wall and a foosball table on the other side of the room. I spot a guitar on the floor by the couch and ask, “You play?”, giving him a questionable look.
He lets out a low, husky chuckle. “Nope, my only talent is the voice God blessed me with. That is Travis’ guitar. He’s the lead guitarist in my band, Slither Tongue.”
Oh, my…he really is a rock god! His hot factor just went up a few more notches.
“Band? Wow. Are you guys the real deal, or just a ‘play for weddings’ kind of band?”
Snaking his arm around my waist and smiling down at me, he says, “We’re the real deal, beautiful. Right now, we’ve only traveled around Texas and Louisiana for gigs at smoky bars and honky-tonks. We’re hoping to get on this new indie rock tour coming up. We have a manager, and he’s trying to get the deal finalized. It’ll be lousy pay, but great exposure.”
I was so engrossed in listening to him tell me about his band; I didn’t even notice we walked into his bedroom.
“That’s awesome. Do you have any gigs coming up? I’d love to watch you all play and meet your other bandmates. I’m flying back to Vancouver Monday, but I’ll be flying back here by the weekend.”
Nodding his head yes, he hugs me tighter. “As a matter of fact, we do. In two weeks, we’ll be playing at Lance’s Honky-Tonk, here in Galveston. It’s our hometown bar and always a huge turnout. I’d love for you to come and watch us play. I know the guys would love to meet you, too–especially if you brought some hot friends with you,” he says jokingly as he playfully squeezes my side.
Pulling away from him, I make my way around his room and towards his bed. His room is the size of my bathroom at our beach house. Like most men, he isn’t high maintenance. There are only a few pieces of furniture in here. There is a full-size bed adorned with a dark brown, cream, and red bedding set, a nightstand beside the bed with an alarm clock, including the iPod hooked into the port, and on the opposite wall hangs a flat screen TV above a large dresser.
Sitting on the end of his bed, I lean back, resting on the palms of my hands. I slide my eyes over Xander’s body, stopping at his face and watching him closely as he makes his way to the side of the bed to turn on his iPod.
As soon as I hear 30 Seconds To Mars’ “Attack” start playing, from forty seconds into the song I instantly like this guy even more. “Oh my God…I think I just creamed a little when I heard Jared Leto coming out of your iPod.”
Eyeing me as he fists the hem of his tee, Xander flashes me a devilish grin and in one quick move peels his T-shirt off, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. The room is dimly lit, so I can now tell his eyes are hazel as he turns and focuses all of his attention on me. The intensity of his gaze makes my entire body flush once again as I think of all the things I want this man to do to me.
Slowly, he licks his lips and stalks towards the bed, making my core tighten with excitement. “I take it you like 30 Seconds To Mars?” he asks sarcastically as he stands in front of me and begins unbuttoning his belt.
I watch as his fingers unhook his belt, then unbutton his jeans before pulling down the zipper. He allows his jeans to fall onto the floor around his ankles. I can feel him watching me as I watch his feet kick his jeans into the small pile he’s now making with his clothing.
Leaning down, he grabs the ankles of his socks, then peels them off his feet quickly and tosses them aside. He’s standing before me in nothing but black briefs while I’m sitting here still fully clothed.
This problem needs to be rectified as soon as freaking possible.
But first I need to admire this man’s body. Holy hot tattoos; he is like walking art. His chest tattoo is breathtaking. It’s a giant skull head, with large wings that span the width of his entire chest. Below the skull are the same red roses that he has tattooed on his arms, with flames burning behind the wings. The tattoo travels from his chest onto his shoulders, up both sides of his neck, and then down his arms, covering every inch of them.
He has by far the hottest tattoos I have ever seen on a man’s body.
“Wow,” I say, with my mouth hanging slightly ajar. I’m in awe of the magnificence that is his body art. I want to slide my tongue across every inch of it.
I tilt my head up towards the ceiling as I start to pull off my tank top. Once removed, I toss it onto the floor next to Xander’s clothing. Before I can unhook my bra, he reaches between my breasts and unhooks the front clasp.
“Let me,” he says as he slides my bra off, and my breasts become fully exposed. The slight chill immediately causes my nipples to harden, exciting him.
Taking my buds between his fingers, he gently rolls and tweaks my nipples, making me clamp my thighs together because the ache between them is becoming unbearable. I need him to fuck me, hard and fast.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he leans down and sucks my right tit into his mouth. “Your tongue ring feels way too good. I have to feel that on my clit while you lap up my juices.”
My words excite him because I feel his low growl vibrate against my breast. His hands squeeze hard into my sides, causing a slight twinge of pain–which only makes me wetter.
“I love your tits,” he murmurs against my skin as he slowly slides his tongue from my right to my left breast.
His hands are now making their way from my hips to the button of my jeans. I lie back on the bed, quickly kicking my boots off, then lift my butt so Xander can easily slide off my jeans.
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The throbbing in my core intensifies with every passing second. I feel his hands traveling up the inside of my thighs, stopping when they reach my sex…it’s pure torture waiting for him to finally touch me.
Slowly, he slides his right hand up to my hip, gripping it and pinning my body to the bed while his left slips under the tiny scrap of lace that’s covering me.
Clamping my bottom lip between my teeth, I moan out in pleasure mixed with aggravation, “mmhhmm…” He teasingly slides the pad of his thumb over my clit before moving his hand down between my lips. One by one, he dips three fingers into my hot, wet core.
“Fuck...you feel amazing around my fingers. I can’t wait to feel your hot, wet pussy pulsating around my cock.”
Dropping to his knees, he grabs my panties–and with one pull he’s tearing my new black lace Victoria’s Secret thong from my body.
I don’t know whether to be pissed or more turned on.
“Heyyy–my panties!” I yell, picking my head up off the bed. I stare down at his face, which is framed very nicely between my thighs, which are now draped over his shoulders.
“If they mean that much to yuh, I’ll buy you ten more just like it. I don’t have any patience left in me. I need to taste your pussy and hear you scream as my tongue ring slaps off this perfectly pink bud,” he says, dropping his gaze back between my legs and leaning down to connect his tongue with my very sensitive clit.
The feeling of the cool metal on my hot skin is a delicious concoction. “Holy hell, that feels good,” I murmur as I slide my hands into his hair to fist it.
Grinding my mound against his tongue, I raise my hips up off the bed and toss my head to the side. I squeeze my eyes shut so hard, I see dots sparkling before them.
I am close. Fuck. I’ve never finished this fast during oral sex.
Xander uses the shocker on me while he continues to lick and suck at my clit: slamming three fingers into my pussy, and his pinky into my ass.
“Oh. God!” I shout as he increases his speed, finding the perfect rhythm.
My breathing is rapid, and my chest rises and falls at an accelerated pace. I try to control my breathing and brace myself for the first orgasm I’ve had in weeks that wasn’t self-induced. I’m seconds away from coming undone.
“You like that, beautiful?” he asks in his sex-laced voice. I whimper as his mouth leaves my clit, screaming to put his tongue back on it.
Opening my eyes, I peer down at him over my stomach. Not able to find the words to speak, I just nod my head up and down, slowly telling him yes. All I want is for him to make me cum. My body is on the edge, just waiting to jump off and free fall into ecstasy.
Licking his lips, he moans, “Mmm…you taste so fuckin’ good.”
I feel my face flush red. I watch his tongue slowly slide across his bottom lip before he dives back in to finish what he started.
I fall back, thrashing my head fiercely against the bed. He goes balls to the wall, sucking and tongue-fucking my pussy like there’s no tomorrow.
Tightening my thighs, I squeeze his head between my legs and pull on his hair. I grind my mound against his mouth over and over, chasing my orgasm.
Finally, my body shakes and tingles from my head to my toes as an orgasm tears through me. I feel like I’m floating as euphoria settles over me, making my body hum with pleasure.
Smiling slightly, I let out a small moan of pleasure as I relish in my first orgasm of the evening. I drape my arm over my forehead as I catch my breath.
I inhale and exhale small breaths as I allow my heart rate to slow back down to normal. Opening my eyes, I look down at Xander, who’s now standing and stripping his briefs off. His face, covered with my arousal on his chin and lips, is glistening in the light glowing from overhead. The most erotic element is seeing your excitement on a man’s face after he just ate you out like a fucking champ.
“That was amazing,” I tell him as I beam up at him with a goofy grin plastered across my face.
Xander lets out a soft chuckle, then runs his hand over his head, never taking his eyes off me. “That won’t be the last time you’ll be saying that tonight. Now come here and suck me, beautiful.”
A shiver of excitement shoots through my body. I sit up as commanded, and my eyes fall onto the pierced perfection that is his penis.
I hit the fucking jackpot with this one. He has the reverse Prince Albert, also known as a Cleopatra. It’s one of the most painful penis piercings a guy can get…but it feels fucking amazing while he’s ramming it into you.
Gripping his shaft, I slide my hand up and down it, watching the head turn dark purple. I lick my lips with the anticipation of taking it in my mouth.
Lifting my eyes up to his, I flash him an impish grin, then with my voice soft and sultry I tell him, “Call me Cleopatra because I’m ready to sit on my throne and moan all fucking night long.”
Xander tightens the grip on his dick and lets out a low growl as my words hit him. His eyes grow dark as he watches me. I can’t help but become even wetter as I watch his right tatted-up arm move slowly as he slides his hand along his shaft.
“Fuck…keep saying shit like that, and I’ll blow my load all over you before I even get a chance to try out that delicious pussy of yours.”
For a split second, the thought of him jacking off on me turns me on even more. I ache for him to fuck me rough and feverishly while saying dirty things with his dangerous, make-me-wet-when-you-talk raspy voice.
His piercing screams, ‘I’m going to become your G-spot’s best friend’, and I for one hope-the-fuck-so.
Directing his gaze from me back to his dick, he says, “I want to see what my dick looks like sliding in and out of your mouth with those perfectly plump lips wrapped around it.”
Sliding my butt to the edge of the bed, I lick my lips, wetting them in anticipation of taking him in my mouth.
Releasing his cock, Xander allows it to bounce freely in front of my lips. He grips my ponytail, pulling my hair tie out and letting my ringlets fall freely against my back. Roughly sliding his fingers into my hair and gripping my head firmly, I slowly begin to slide my tongue along the head of his dick, my tongue playing with the hoop at the end of his tip.
The feeling of the cold metal ring is a sharp contrast against my warm, eager tongue. I slide my tongue along the head of his dick, savoring the taste of his excitement, licking up the pre-cum coating the tip of him.
“Fuck…that feels good,” he says, squeezing the back of my head more firmly.
Opening my mouth wide, I’m extra cautious not to hit my teeth on his piercing. I slowly slide him into my mouth, taking as much of him as I can. I feel him stiffen as I slide my mouth back up his length, tracing his veins with my tongue and stopping when I reach his swollen tip. I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks and twirling my tongue around it as I play with his ring.
He shivers slightly as I tease the head of his dick. I love knowing I’m pleasing him. Feeling his body react to my touch excites even me more and causes my core to tighten and my body to tingle. The need to be fucked consumes me.
Releasing him from my mouth, I bat my eyes at him seductively. “Nothing’s hotter than seeing that seeded look in your eyes as I slide your dick down my throat…and feeling your piercing rub against my tongue before slamming into the back of my throat has only made me wetter. I can’t wait to feel it slamming inside of me over and over again until I’m creaming all over you.”
Taking control, Xander grips the back of my head and begins leading my head back and forth. He's causing me to take him in and out of my mouth at a perfect pace.
After a few moments, he stops and holds my head still. “Stop…” he growls.
God. I don’t know what it is about this man and the low, husky growl he does in the back of his throat. Every time he does it, I swear it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to pounce on him. It makes me want to fuck his perfectly decorated dick until we’re both spent and very well-satisfied.
/> “I need to fuck you now,” he tells me, then grips the side of my head, fisting my hair with his hands and slowly pulling my head back until his dick slips from my mouth.
I can feel his balls pulling up tight in my palm as I release him from my mouth. He’s on the brink of exploding into the back of my throat; all it would take is just the slightest flick of my tongue, and he’d be cumming long and hard.
I love the effect I have on a man. Even the strongest-willed men succumb to my oral talents.
Looking up at him with a questioning look, I lick my lips, tasting his salty arousal on them. I wait for him to tell me what he wants next.
I hope for fuck’s sake he wants me to mount him because this girl needs to be fucked good and proper. I’m so worked up, I won’t be surprised if I orgasm the second he slams his dick into me.
“Well, I’m ready to find out if you are all talk,” I tell him matter-of-factly in a playful tone as I scoot back farther onto the bed.
His muscular, tatted-up arms and chest look downright sinful as his chest rises and falls. I could stare at him all night long. I swear, he’s like a work of art that should be on display every second of the day.
A cocky grin creeps across his lips as he climbs onto the bed and makes his way between my thighs. Sliding his hands under my thighs, with his rough, callused fingers he slowly works his way along my legs, stopping at my knees.
“Bend your legs,” he says as he spreads them farther apart.
Doing as I’m told, I slide my feet up on either side of him. Resting on my elbows, I watch as he presses kisses to the inside of my thigh. With each touch of his lips on my hot, sensitive skin, I feel my body becoming even more worked up…he is torturing me and enjoying it.
Sliding his hands under my ass, he takes me by surprise, causing a little growl to escape my own mouth. He bites at my skin just enough to make it sting slightly, but not enough to be painful, before circling his tongue across the reddened area and pressing the cool metal ball of his tongue ring against it.
“You have no idea how good this feels,” I tell him as I arch my back and fist the blankets beneath me.
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