Page 22 of Two days, One Pucking Night

When she comes again and milks my dick, I lose my mind. I pull out quickly. “On your knees, princess,” I grit the words out.

Sofia drops to her feet, mouth open and eyes closed.

I come all over her face, lips, hair, and chest. I’m a mess, trying to catch my breath.

Sofia wipes my release from her face, scooping it into her hands. Her eyes open, and our gaze locks. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she licks my cum, moaning and groaning as she does so. “You taste good, Xav.”

Fuck, she’s nasty.

My dick springs to life again, and I know I haven’t yet had my fill of her. I’m not even sure this weekend will be enough to satisfy my needs and desires. “Come here.”

Sofia rises to her feet and falls into my chest.

Pulling her into a kiss, I groan with appreciation of the taste of her, us. Lifting her leg, I pick her up from the floor and slide into her. Her legs wrap around my waist. Our lips remain locked, and Sofia is frantic, like me, her hands buried in my hair.

I have every intention of taking her to my room, but we will never make it.

I take a few steps forward and settle against the wall closest to Zayn’s office instead. I know without a doubt I will have to order a cleaning service before I leave to sanitize this whole place.

“Don’t stop.” Sofia’s hands rest against my shoulder as she bounces up and down my dick.

“Keep this up, and I might not let you go,” I murmur, biting down on her ear.

This only drives her more crazy. We are a mess of tangled bones, heavy breaths, and sweaty bodies.

I relinquish my hold on her ass and pin her hands over her head, slamming into her. I bite her lip with each thrust until we are both a shattering mess, legs sticky from the mix of our pleasure. I remain buried in her, too tired and dizzy to do anything else. When I’m finally able to see straight, I let her hand go, but keeping her pressed against the wall, loving the feel of her lips against my brows, cheeks, nose, and lips. There is tender care and reverence behind it, and the simple act takes my breath away. I want to turn my face away, overcome with how intimate this feels.

I ease out of her, and she expels a hushed moan, her eyes closed. I press her against my chest, and she curls into me, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Stepping inside her room, I lay her on the bed. She barely moves, her body weighed down with tiredness.

I retreat into the bathroom and return with a damp cloth, finding her in the same position I left her in. I wipe her face, breasts, and between her legs, then return to the bathroom and repeat the same steps for myself.

I stroll back into the room, pulling her under the sheets. I loom over her for a moment, fighting the allure of staying or leaving. I settle into the bed, pulling her back flush against my chest. With my hands wrapped around her waist and my head resting on her shoulder, I close my eyes and let sleep overcome me.

6

SOFIA

I wake to an empty bed. And I’m so disoriented it takes me a while to get my bearings and work out where I am. The throbbing between my legs is the only indication I have, reminding me of what happened last night. Xavier and I had sex.

I shift on the bed, pulling the duvet to cover my naked body, and flinch when I roll over on the cotton sheets. My ass burns with the imprint of Xavier’s hands. I know, without a doubt, sitting is going to be hard today, and from the pace Xavier was going at last night, possibly a week.

There’s a robe folded and carefully placed on the foot of my bed. I reach for it and head for the bathroom. My steps are halted when I catch a reflection of myself in the huge mirror that fills the marble countertop. My hair is a tangled mess, smeared with the remnants of his dried come. My lips are swollen, and my breasts and neck are dotted with hickeys and bite marks.

I inhale and wait, anticipating guilt or shame to fill my chest. There is nothing. Just a chasm, a deep opening filled with delight, pride, and joy, where loss and emptiness once reigned.

When I left my room last night, I had no intention of sleeping with him. My goal was to keep my distance and keep myself busy long enough that he would forget I was even sharing the space with him. But being in his presence, denying myself of him, his touch, warmth, and desire was impossible.

When I felt the warmth of his body, the heat of his lips, and the desire in his eyes, I knew I had to have a taste.

It was the first time I was making a decision for me. At my pace, for my own pleasure and nobody else’s. The first time I got to be selfish. Selfish with my time. My needs. My desires. Me. And it was liberating.

I quickly shower. When I’m done, I moisturize and put on a green bandeau dress that’s loose around the waist and heavy on the cleavage. I don’t bother with underwear because I’m more than sure I won’t need it today.

Music thrums from the kitchen, and I find Xavier standing over the kitchen counter with a bare chest and loose-fitted denim pants. His back is turned to me, and he is so consumed in whatever he is doing he doesn’t hear when I walk and lean over the island.

“Morning.”

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