Page 112 of Chasing Xander
“Just tonight?” She smirked.
“And tomorrow night and every night after that.” He untied her robe and pushed it down off her shoulders until it was a heap on the floor. Sucking in a sharp breath, he admired her gorgeous body. The sight of her perky, bare breasts had his cock thickening. He took each one in his hands before his mouth closed over her nipple. The taste of her was intoxicating—so sweet, so smooth, so damn perfect.
Kylie moaned as he teased her nipples into tight, hard peaks. She arched toward him, thrusting deeper into his mouth, threading her fingers through his hair. “Take this off.” She tugged at his shirt, and in one smooth move, his shirt was on the floor.
Her hands and fingers roamed over his chest, making him tremble with anticipation. She lowered her head and planted kisses on his bare flesh, her tongue tracing circles around his hard nipples.
“I need you.” It was a need bordering on obsession. He lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The heat from her sex seeped through his jeans, teasing his already hard, sensitive cock. The past week had been pure hell, not being able to spend every night with her, lying awake, his arms aching to hold her. He laid her on the bed and kissed her. She kept her legs locked around his waist and her arms around his neck.
His hand roamed the length of her body. Her skin was like heated silk beneath his fingers, and he couldn’t stop touching her. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“I know the feeling.” She smiled and let her legs fall from his waist. Reaching up, she traced his jaw, her eyes hazy with desire.
That look was lethal to his senses. He turned his head and kissed her wrist, noticing the goose bumps on her arm. Putting all his weight into his arms, he pushed up to his knees. With his gaze locked on hers, he took the condom from his pocket and set it on the bed. Then he undid his pants, removing them completely.
Seeing her like this, her naked body on display for him to touch and kiss—it was glorious. It was something he surely didn’t deserve, but he would never take her for granted, never make her cry or make her think she wasn’t the center of his world. Because she was. She was that and so much more.
He caressed her wet folds, staring at them with admiration and need. Spreading her lips ever so slightly, he pressed his finger to her clit.
Her ass came up off the bed, and she gasped. “Xander!”
He would never tire of hearing her say his name like that, so needy and full of love. Until right now, he never realized it, but she’d always said his name that way. How long had she been hiding her true feelings for him? He eased a finger inside her silky, saturated folds, stroking the delicate flesh of her inner walls, his thumb circling her clit.
“You’re so wet.” He smirked, working his fingers deeper into her, stroking, rubbing, teasing her flesh into pleasure. “So ready for me.”
“Yes,” she panted. “Please. I need you. I need you inside me.”
The first signs of her tightening around his fingers had him slowly pulling them from the warmth of her body. He grabbed the condom. His hands trembled with anticipation as he put it on and then lowered his body down onto hers, pressing his erection against her sensitive sex. “That what you want, baby?”
She nodded.
He kissed her slowly, his tongue rolling over hers like a lazy river. He lifted her leg, bending it at the knee so her foot was flat on the mattress. She moved beneath him, rotating her hips, enticing him. Good thing he wasn’t trying to take things slow because there was no way in hell he could stop himself now. He was too far gone, and nothing would soothe him except for her.
Adjusting his body, he pressed his cock against her opening. The warmth of her shot through him, erupting in a fever as he pushed his way inside. Inch by agonizing inch, he took his time, savoring the feel of her spreading for him, stretching around his hard cock as it disappeared inside her. No matter how often they had sex, every time he entered her, it felt like the first time all over again.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned.
“Ah, God!” Her head fell back against the pillow as his final push buried him fully, and her eyes closed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tucking her heels under his ass. Whimpering, then moaning, she tightened her legs around him and dug her nails into the flesh of his back.
He crushed his mouth to hers, desperate to feel every single inch of her. They were as physically close as they could get, yet it wasn’t enough. He needed more, needed to be closer. Her inner walls sucked him deeper, milking him, riding his thrusts. He steadily and skillfully pushed her to the edge of insanity before retreating to a slower, more controlled movement. His thrusts were diabolical, torturous.
“Look at me, Ky,” he whispered against her lips. Her eyes popped open, locking with his. There was so much innocence and trust in her gaze. “I love you.” He mouthed the words more than said them.
His cock swelled inside her, ready to explode with his release. “Shit…” He gritted his teeth and put his weight into his arms, pushing into her harder, faster, deeper until she was literally screaming his name. The walls in the residence halls were thin, and he didn’t need someone interrupting them, mistaking her cries of pleasure for screams for help. He should’ve turned on some music to drown out their sounds.
He pressed his lips against hers, tasting her raging desire, muffling her cries. She tightened around him. She was going to come, and damn if he wasn’t going to do the same. No matter how hard he tried to hold back, there was no stopping it.
With his final thrust, her release showered his cock seconds before he jerked inside her. Her arms locked around his neck as they were swept up in a wave of raw bliss. Collapsing onto her, he buried his face in her hair. Her labored, rasping breath tickled his neck as she clung to him.
“I’m never going to get tired of this,” she said.
He chuckled and lifted his head enough that he could kiss her tenderly. “Me, either.”
She grazed the nape of his neck with her fingernails. “You’re out of the house, aren’t you?”
Momentarily stunned by her abrupt change of topic, he said, “Yes.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “But that’s okay.” He kissed each of her cheeks. “Because I don’t need the frat. I need you. I’ll find somewhere else to live. And I want you to move in with me.”
“You’re serious?”
