Page 23 of Tempting All The Way

“I’m, ah, I’m just going to use the bathroom,” I say, running out of the kitchen. I enter the living room and spin in a circle. If I were a bathroom, where would I be?

“Need a hand?” Xavier asks from the entryway, where he’s presently perched and observing me.

More than you know. “Where’s the bathroom?” I ask.

“Down the hall, third door on your left,” he says, turning away and disappearing in the opposite direction.

Shutting myself in the bathroom, I finally take a breath.What the hell are you doing, Shar? He’s your best friend’s brother. He’s your boss. I need to pull myself together. I need to find a way to squash this ridiculous attraction before it costs meboth my best friendandmy job. I wish I brought my phone with me. Not that I have anyone I can call. It’s not like I can ring Lucy and say:Hey, I have the hots for your brother but despise the guy.

There’s a knock, and that’s how I know I’ve been in here longer than I thought. The door pushes open and I curse myself for not locking it.

“Are you done hiding?” Xavier smirks.

Why is he still shirtless? I’m pretty sure the guy can afford clothes. “I wasn’t hiding,” I refute.

“You’ve been in here for fifteen minutes. Your breakfast is ready.” He enters the room, and with each step he takes, I take one backwards. That is until my back is pressed against the counter. Xavier doesn’t seem to care about personal space as his face stops just inches from mine. “I can help you out, you know.” His breath fans across my lips.

“What? Help me with what?” I cringe at the squeak in my voice.

“You’re horny as all hell, Shardonnay. I can help you release that tension.”

“I’m not horny, and if I were, you’d be the last person I’d ask to help me,” I lie. I’m a wanton mess right now, and if I’m honest with myself, I’d admit that I want Xavier more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else.

“Really? Because your cheeks are flushed,” he says, running a finger down the right side of my face to my neck. “Your pulse is racing.” Continuing to the top of my chest, he draws the letter X on each breast. “Your respirations have increased.”

I feel like a deer caught in the headlights. I know what’s about to happen, and I know I should stop it before it goes any further. But I can’t seem to get my body to cooperate with my mind.

Xavier’s finger slides down between my breasts, over my hip, and then dips up under the hem of my dress. This is whereI should stop him. This is where I should lay down barriers. His finger slides along the edge of my panties before slipping through my wet folds.

“Your cunt is fucking drenched, Shardonnay.” He growls as he pushes two fingers inside me, and my whole body shivers. “Fuck it.”

He pulls his fingers free. And before I can protest—tell him that I don’t want him to stop—he sinks to his knees. Tugging my panties down to my ankles, he spreads my legs as wide as they will go. Then I watch as his head disappears beneath my dress, and his tongue slowly glides up the length of me. Circling around my hardened clit.

“Oh shit, oh god.” My thighs shake as my hands land on his shoulders.

Xavier grips the backside of my legs, pushing me against the counter as his tongue delves into my opening. “Fucking honey,” he grunts as his tongue assaults me in the best possible way.

All arguments fly out the window, along with my pride. Within minutes, Xavier has me reduced to nothing more than a begging bundle of nerves. “Please, oh god, I’m so close. Don’t stop,” I cry out.

“Oh, you couldn’t pay me to stop, babe.” He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them up while rubbing against some hidden spot that I didn’t even know existed. His mouth latches on to my clit, sucking, licking, nibbling. I come, screaming his name, and my legs buckle. Before I fall, Xavier has me in his arms, my ass propped on the edge of the counter. “I’ve never wanted to sink my cock into a cunt as much as I want yours right now,” he groans, pulling his cock out of his pants.

Oh shit, this is happening.

Xavier opens a drawer next to my right leg and retrieves a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth. I snatch it from him. “Let me.” I smile as I remove the condom.

“It’s all yours,” Xavier says, holding his cock out for me.

My eyes bulge out of my head. I know I’ve only had a couple of boyfriends and I haven’t seen that many penises before, but holy mother of dick gods, the one being offered up to me right now is otherworldly. It’s huge. Like not just six inches huge. That thing’s gotta be at least eight. And thick. Precum leaks from the tip, and all I want to do is taste it. I want to wrap my mouth around that tip and suck like it’s my new favourite popsicle.

Chapter Twelve

The look on her face as she stares at my cock almost has me coming. That’s not happening. I’ve been dreaming of sinking into her for years. I’m not going to ruin my shot now.

“Fuck, Shardonnay, I’m hanging on by a thread here, babe.” Taking her hand in mine, I guide it down to my cock. Thankfully,she snaps out of whatever trance she was in and rolls the condom on me.

My jaw clenches as her fingers glide up my shaft. I can’t fucking wait any longer. Moving her hand out of my way, I line myself up with her entrance and thrust all the way in. Fuck, she’s tight. Her body tenses, her cunt squeezing the fuck out of my cock. If I hadn’t already had my fingers buried inside her, I’d mistake her for a virgin. I don’t move, allowing her body time to adjust.

“You okay?” I ask. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

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