Meanwhile, a sly smile inched up the side of his face and his gaze tracked her with a combination of adoration, lust and love. That last emotion surprised her, yet it pleased her, as well. Wasn’t that the same emotion that she was wrestling with every time she thought about him? For weeks now, she’d thought that she was going insane. Love didn’t just spring up organically like that. Did it?
She searched her memory for the few times she had discussed love with her mother before she passed. And the only thing she could remember her ever saying was, It just happens. Like there was no rhyme or reason to it. At least, it wasn’t something that could ever truly be explained even after all these thousands of years of men and women cohabitating the earth.
It just happens. Cheryl climbed up on the bed and crawled slowly up his cock, glazed with her body’s juices. Her mouth watered while she ran her tongue down its pulsing head. It might just be her imagination, but he even tasted like chocolate. She didn’t stop at the base of his cock. She kept going until she’d tea-bagged him, taking each of his smooth balls into her mouth and sucking them until he started to hiss and moan.
Smiling, she worked her way back to the head and immediately gave him a couple of jawbreakers. Xavier jumped and sucked in a breath.
“Damn, baby,” he panted, and reached for her.
She allowed him to stroke her head while she continued to set a good rhythm. Soon Xavier swept Cheryl’s hair back away from her face so that he could watch her. Within minutes, pre-cum started to drip from the tip of his dick, and she vacuumed it up with as much gusto as if she’d had Hoover stamped on the bottom of her ass.
Clearly, this was her superhero’s kryptonite, because his strong muscular legs started trembling. His hands no longer tried to just brush her hair, but to hold her still so that she focused at an angle he found particularly enjoyable. The muscles tightened in his stomach as they started to quiver, and then his knees came up so that they were propped up on either side of her head.
“Ooooh, damn, baby,” he muttered as his hips thrashed so that they rose off the bed while he stroked his way to the back of her throat. A few times she gagged a bit, but she held firm as he called out to his Lord and Savior.
Just when Cheryl thought that he was about to blast off, he pulled back. His dick sprung from her lips with a pop and then swung like a pendulum in front of her face.
“Not yet,” he said, smiling and grabbing her. “Pick your poison, sweetheart.”
She blinked up at him.
“It makes no difference to me what position. I’m going to tear it up, anyway.” He stroked his hard cock while he waited impatiently.
Remembering how good it felt to take him doggy-style, Cheryl quickly scrambled to get on her knees. But this time, she gave it an added twist by dropping her shoulders to the bed instead of her arms. This way, she could play with her clit while he hit her from the back.
Xavier saddled up behind Cheryl, leaned down and planted a big kiss on her right ass cheek. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She wiggled her rump back at him in anticipation, only for him to slap both cheeks just the way she liked it.
“You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”
“You better not have.” She wiggled again.
He laughed and sent two more stinging blows to her upturned cheeks. Just when the sting started to fade, Xavier eased into her wet pussy inch by glorious inch.
Cheryl reached down to her clit to feel her own honey start to drip into her hand. When he was just halfway in, her mouth started to sag and her eyes started to roll to the back of her head.
“A’ight, baby. I got you.” Xavier slapped her ass again. After a while, she felt like he had worked his way to the back of her throat. “How you doing, baby?” he asked, chuckling.
“Ooooh.” That was all she could manage to get out.
“You like that?” As she stroked him, his hips smacked her butt.
“I’m not going to lie, baby. You got a man caught up,” he panted.
She liked it when he praised her, and liked it even more when he kept her ass feeling like it was on fire.
Smack! Smack!
More honey dripped down between her legs and she twirled her finger faster and faster, while she had her own talk with God. Mentally, Cheryl started climbing the walls, struggling to catch her breath, absolutely loving the magic Xavier was working in between her legs.
Where in the hell has this man been all my life?
In no time at all, their bodies start smacking, squishing and making all kinds of funky noises. And since her bed wasn’t as strong as the one Mad Monez kept in his crib, there was a high risk of their breaking the bed.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Cheryl recognized that familiar sensation building between her legs and she was helpless to do anything about it. No. That’s not right. She didn’t want to do anything about it. She wanted that pleasure train to hit her full force. And when it did, she yelled out while her body’s juices overflowed into her hand.
As tremor after tremor shook Cheryl’s body, Xavier got caught up in her aftershocks. While her vaginal walls contracted rapidly he tried to hang on to what little bit of sanity he had. But it didn’t seem to be working. Fearful that he was going to come before he was ready, he pulled out of her trembling hot spot and rested his glistening cock between the soft pillows of her ass.
Hot and sweaty, Xavier waited a few seconds to catch his breath. Still, he was bewitched by the sight of his cock rubbing her honey glaze over her backside. It looked so good to him that, for a few minutes, he started smacking her butt with his cock so that he could watch the small waves ripple around him.
When he’d had enough fun, he told Cheryl, “Stay just like that for me, baby.” He took a couple of steps backward on his knees, laid down on his back and wiggled his way in between her legs. Once he hooked his arms around her waist, he forced her knees to spread out farther so that the honeycomb he was seeking would slide down to his open mouth.
At the first taste of her sweetness, his cock found a few more inches to stretch out. He twirled his tongue around her clit, slid back to the entrance of her pussy and then quickly tongued her clit again.
“Ooooh,” Cheryl moaned as her firm thighs quivered and quaked.
A few times, Xavier would just hold his tongue still and encourage her to rock and gyrate on her own. That had her hissing and moaning, too. At this point, she was like a drug to him. He couldn’t get enough and didn’t care if he overdosed. He reached up and pulled her open brown lips even wider. Her glistening pussy looked like a plump strawberry and he wasted no time trying to eat as much of it as he could.
When her legs really got going, Xavier released her lips so that he could go back to smacking her ass again.
Smack! Smack!
Cheryl gasped and grabbed her bedsheets in her clenched fists. The warmth of his mouth, the slippery slickness of his tongue and those stinging slaps against her ass had her mind so far gone that she didn’t know what to do. But that final sweet release remained just beyond her reach. That is, until she got her hips involved and started humping his face.
She tensed and started to lift her body up for a break, but Xavier locked his arms around her waist and held her close. With no other choice, Cheryl worked her hips like an electric mixer, drilling and grinding, and when the next orgasm hit, she was screaming so loud it wouldn’t have surprised her if someone in the neighborhood had called 9-1-1.
Now that she was sopping wet and he’d almost drowned, Xavier released her hips and rolled her over. He could’ve waited until she caught her breath, but he was fiending to get back inside her warmth.
He didn’t take her by climbing into the missionary position, but instead laid down on his side, pulled her close and lifted her leg high into the air. Even then he held out a few seconds to tease his cock around her moisture-slick flesh, his mushroom-capped head hitting the back of her clit just right.
Cheryl rocked back against him, growi
ng impatient for him to enter her completely. “Baby.”
“Hmm?” Xavier was determined to hold out until he heard the magic words. “Baby, please.”
He chuckled. “All you had to do was ask.” He reached down in between their bodies and redirected his cock so that he could glide into her with one long, deep stroke. Unbelievably, she came instantly.
“Did you just come, baby?” he asked.
Cheryl continued to gasp to catch her breath.
“Do you think that means I’m done with you?” He moved his hips and kept her leg stretched high into the air. She shook so bad that she could hardly speak, but that didn’t garner her any mercy from him. Not with her quivering vaginal walls feeling as good as they did.
“You better catch your breath, sweetheart. You got nineteen days to make up for, baby.” He turned his head so that he could nibble on her earlobe. “After tonight I don’t want to hear nothing about us not being together. You hear me?”
Stroke. Stroke.
“Understand?”
Cheryl still couldn’t speak, but tears started to leak from her eyes.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he asked tenderly. “You want me to stop?”
When she didn’t answer, his hips stopped rocking. But suddenly, she found her voice.
“No. No… Please, don’t stop.”
“So you do like that, huh?”
Stroke. Stroke.
She didn’t like it. Cheryl loved it. She was like putty in his hands and he knew it. Why should she fight it anymore? What was she getting other than a lot of frustrated nights with her body craving him and her mind obsessed with memories? If she gave in to him, she could have him in her bed every night—and every morning.
Until he got bored and moved on to the next chick, a voice reminded her.
But he said that he’s not like that. He’s different.
And you believe that? The voice laughed.
Yes, she argued back. She did believe it. Cheryl didn’t know why, but she did believe him when he said that he was honest. Mainly because other than hearing how all the women at The Dollhouse had a crush on him, no one had a bad thing to say about him.
So maybe…after her case…there could be something?
The rest of Cheryl’s reasoning flew out of the window when she felt that familiar pressure building inside of her. Xavier knew what was happening, too, and slid his hands down the inside of her legs so that his fingers could massage her clit while his strokes went even deeper.
“Look at you,” Xavier said, wiping her sweat-slicked face as her sighs continued to climb the musical scale. “After tonight, I don’t want to hear nothing about us not being together. You understand me?” he said, quickening his pace. “If you want to come, you better say something,” he threatened.
“I—I hear you,” she panted.
“We understand each other?”
“Y-yes.”
“You’re going to start being nice to me?”
Stroke… Stroke…
“Oh…God… Yes!”
With those words, Xavier flipped her onto her back, hiked her legs up and started drilling her deeper into the mattress. One…two…three orgasms exploded one after the other. When it came to the last one, Cheryl wasn’t sure what happened. One second she was screaming and in the next she was fast asleep.
Chapter 17
Xavier slept like a log. A lot of it had to do with the fact that he had Cheryl tucked under his arm. He didn’t understand why, but she was like a soothing balm to his soul. To be honest, at this point, he didn’t care why he felt the things that he felt. All that mattered was that he felt them. And he couldn’t remember feeling happier and more contented in all his life.
That night was a turning point. He was convinced of that much. All he had to wish for now was that it would be for the better. Though he was still half-asleep, he pulled Cheryl’s pliant body closer and then snuggled his face deeper into the nape of her neck and just inhaled. His calm deepened as his mind settled between reality and fantasy. In all honesty, it was the perfect place to be to just mellow out and chill.
Being a creature of habit, he usually climbed out of bed at nine o’clock to get in his workout. When his internal clock went off, his eyes fluttered open. As he focused, he was confused by a cute six-year-old staring him in the face.
“Who are you?” the little boy asked.
Xavier felt he should be asking him the same thing. But given that the boy was probably in his house, he decided it was best to answer. “Um, Xavier.”
The kid’s large soulful eyes blinked back at him. “Why are you in bed with my aunt Cheryl?”
“Huh…” As much as Xavier liked to be honest, he suspected that this was not one of those times. “We, uh, decided to have a sleepover.” He glanced down at the bed and was beyond relieved to see that at some time during their early-morning sex-a-thon, one of them had the good sense to pull the covers up over them.
However, if he thought that he had satisfied the little forty-eight-inch-high private investigator, he was sadly mistaken.
“Why did she invite you over for a sleepover? Was she scared?”
“I, uh…” He tried to nudge Cheryl awake. He needed a little help with this situation.
“Because Aunt Cheryl is never scared,” the kid continued. “She knows how to do karate and she carries a big ole gun.”
She does? Xavier frowned and looked down at the woman curled up next to him.
It just so happened that she chose that moment to moan and stretch as she started to wake up.
“Good morning, Aunt Cheryl.”
Cheryl’s eyes popped opened. “Thaddeus!”
Thaddeus? Interesting name.
She clutched the sheet to her chest and then glanced back over her shoulder to see Xavier lying next to her.
“Good morning,” he said.
Cheryl gasped and then flipped back around to face the wide, curious gaze of her nephew.
“Thaddeus!” a woman called from out in the hallway. “Where are you?”
“I’m in Aunt Cheryl’s room,” Thaddeus shouted, oblivious to the fact that maybe her aunt didn’t want him or anyone else coming into her bedroom.
“Thaddeus,” Cheryl hissed.
“What?” he asked, confused by his aunt’s sudden distress.
Xavier chuckled just as the bedroom door flew open.
“How many times have I told you about coming in here and— Ohmigod!” The woman at the door jumped and her eyes bulged so wide that it was a wonder they didn’t just pop out of her head.
“Good morning,” Xavier said, thinking he should put on his best face and be friendly to everyone during this impromptu family reunion.
Unfortunately, Cheryl thought that it was best to jack the covers over her head and groan from sheer embarrassment.
“Thaddeus,” the woman snapped, and then waved the kid over. “Come out of here and leave your aunt alone! Do you see that…she has company?”
“Mama, Aunt Cheryl had a sleepover.”
“Come here, now!”
Thaddeus frowned, clearly confused as to why his mother was irritated at him. He shuffled his feet as he walked slowly toward the door. “I just brought her clothes in that she left in the hallway.”
“Hurry up!” His mother continued to look mortified until he was within arm’s reach. She quickly grabbed his hand and tried to rush him out.
Xavier watched, feeling bad for the little fella.
When Thaddeus glanced back over at the bed, Xavier exchanged a sympathetic frown with him. A second later, the door slammed shut.
“I’m going to hell,” Cheryl groaned.
The comment seemed so out of left field to Xavier that he had to laugh. “I don’t think it’s that serious.” He chuckled.
“I can’t believe he caught you in here,” she moaned. “I thought they were still in Alabama for her friend’s wedding.”
Xavier pulled up the top sheet to see Cheryl lying with her han
ds covering her face. “It’s all right. He just thinks that we had a sleepover. No big deal.”
“No big deal?” Cheryl snatched her hands from over her face and hissed at him. “He’s a young impressionable kid. God only knows what he thinks of me now.” She bolted from under the covers like a rocket, hardly giving him any time to enjoy the view before she was covering up in this big, fluffy robe. “I have to go out there and say something to my sister. Lord knows I don’t know what I’m going to say.”
“I take it that this must be your sister’s place,” he said, sensing that maybe he was responsible for getting her into some kind of trouble. “Is there anything I can do?” Xavier asked. “Maybe I can talk to your sister and explain…”
Cheryl turned and settled her hands on her hips. “You want to go and talk to my sister and explain…our relationship to her?”
“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t mind. It’s the least I can do.”
“All right,” she said with a smile creeping across her face. “Why don’t you explain to me first what you think our relationship is?”
“All right.” Xavier sat up against the headboard. “First…I guess that despite my being your boss down at The Dollhouse, I believe that we are equals in entering this personal and mutually…exclusive relationship.”
Cheryl’s brows comically leaped to the center of her forehead. “Exclusive?”
He met her gaze and nodded. “A first for me, I have to admit. But then again, I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”
“What? You have a penchant for crazy women?”
Xavier smirked. “Who knew?”
She laughed, but then leaned back against a wall so that she could study his face. “You’re serious.”
His smile stretched wider. “I’m dead serious.”
Even then, she had a hard time getting that to compute in her head. “You, Xavier King, want to be in a monogamous relationship with me?”
“Problem?”
She opened her mouth, but no words fell out. It certainly wasn’t because the idea didn’t appeal to her. It did, more than she really cared to admit, but there were legitimate reasons why they couldn’t be together. Like, he didn’t know who she really was. Like, everything between them—other than the mind-blowing sex—was a lie. How was Mr. Honesty going to deal with that when the chips fell? And eventually they would fall. That was the problem with lies. They always surfaced.
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