Someone like Xavier
Chapter 3 A Night of Reckless Choices
MELODY
The ride to my hotel is a blur. The city lights streak past the car windows, but I barely notice. All I feel is the heat between us. The weight of Xavier’s gaze on me. The anticipation crackled like a live wire in the space between us.
When we step into the lobby, he keeps his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the elevators. It’s not possessive, nor forceful—just there. A silent reminder that this is real. That this is really happening. But the moment the elevator doors close behind us, the reality of it hits me.
Xavier turns to me, his dark eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice softer now. “We don’t have to do this and I won’t be offended if you change your mind.”
I swallow, my fingers tightening around the strap of my purse. Am I sure?
I’ve never done this before. Never took a stranger to my room. Never let myself want something so recklessly, so completely.
But at this moment I want it. I want him. I want to drown in something—someone—who isn’t the reason for my heartbreak.
I exhale slowly, meeting his gaze. “I’m sure.”
For a second, he just watches me. Then, he moves. One step forward. One hand sliding around my waist. And then; his lips crash onto mine.
The hesitation is gone. All that’s left is heat.
His hands are everywhere—at my waist, in my hair, tilting my head so he can kiss me deeper. My fingers find the lapels of his jacket, gripping them as if he’s the only thing keeping me upright.
The elevator hums as it climbs, but I barely register it. All I know is Xavier. The stranger I met a few minutes earlier. The taste of whiskey on his tongue. The rough scrape of his stubble against my skin. The way he groans into my mouth when I press closer, as if this is driving him just as crazy as it’s driving me.
The ding of the elevator barely registers. The doors slide open, and he pulls away just enough to whisper against my lips, “Your room, beautiful.”
And together, we step out—toward a night that will change everything.
The hallway was quiet except for the soft click of my heels against the carpet. Xavier walks beside me, his hand brushing mine every few steps, sending little sparks up my arm.
I shouldn’t be doing this. But as I glance at him, at how his dark dress shirt clings to his broad shoulders, how his black slacks fit just right, how his sleeves are rolled up to reveal a strong veined forearm—I stop caring.
I bought this dress for Reed
A dark green, silk slip dress that hugs my curves, the thigh-high slit teasing just enough to drive him crazy. I’d imagined the way his eyes would darken when he saw me in it, how he’d pull me close and whisper filthy things in my ear.
But he never even knew.
Because he was too busy with someone else
I push the thought away and slide my keycard into the door. The second it clicks open, I step inside and Xavier close behind. The air in the room is thick with something charged electric. I turned to face him, my back pressed against the closed door. He watches me, his gaze dipping down the length of my body, lingering on my bare legs and the curve of my hips and a swell of my chest.
“You wore this for someone else, didn’t you?” His voice is deep knowing. But there is no jealousy. Just curiosity eased with something almost primal.
I tilt my head, watching him. The way his gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing every inch of exposed skin. Like he’s already imagining what it would feel like under his hands.
“You don’t like it?” I ask, my voice softer now, teasing. My fingers find the thin strap of my dress, pushing it off my shoulder, letting it slide down just enough.
His jaw tightens. He exhales sharply, like he’s trying to steady himself, like he’s waging a silent war in his head. “That dress is fucking crime.”
My breath hitches, “Then arrest me,” I murmur. The second the word leaves my lip, he is on me. His hands are at my waist, Fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp, his mouth crushes into my hot and demanding, like he has been starving for this. For me.
I thug at the bottom of his shirt, desperate to feel him. He shrugs it off in just one fluid motion and I forget how to breathe.
He’s all muscles. Defined abs, broad chest. Smooth skin is stretched over. My hand sketched across his stomach, filling the ridges of his stone body, the way his muscles stand under my touch. Xavier groans, his head dropping into my shoulder as my finger skims lower, teasing at his belt.
“You’re fucking dangerous,” he raps, pressing open mouth kisses down my neck.
“You have no idea,” I smirk, squeezing his already aroused cock.
“ Fuck!” He mutters. muscles tickling in his jaw. You’re playing dirty.”
I grin, squeezing him hard enough to make him inhale sharply, “ And what are you going to do about it?
Growling low, he leaned and kissed me hard. His tongue plundering my mouth. I moaned in his mouth, and his hand slipped between my legs as his finger caressed my folds. I shuddered with need, his thumb playing with my clit, fingers deep inside my pussy. I arched back with a moan.
“Christ, you’re so fucking wet for me.”
Yes, I’m wet and hot for him.
He removed his fingers from my pussy and sucked each finger clean of my juices like it was a gourmet meal. “ Fucking hell,,” he murmured as he began to nuzzle my neck, trailing ticklish kisses from behind my ear to a spot just below my chin that drove me crazy,“You taste so fucking good. I could eat all of you for the whole day.”
We helped each other to get rid of clothes, then we stood naked, gazing at each other, and his eyes raked all over my body andI let my eyes wander down his nakedness, lingering at his hips and the proud maleness there. I felt a wet warmth flood my body.
“So beautiful,” He remarked again, although now there was a harsh rasp to his voice. “So goddamn beautiful.” His lips crashed down onto mine, taking everything from my soul. I cried out against his mouth, but he swallowed my words.
He lifts me, as his hand is strong under my thigh. A gasp slips my lips as he lays me down. His body pressing me into the mattress in the best way possible. He slid his body between my legs and hovered over me, and kissed me softly at first, then began to kiss me more feverishly.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth. He cupped my breast in his hand and began to roll his thumb over the nipple. I moaned and arched my back off the bed.
He was sending a jolt through my body right to my clit. He began to kiss my neck and collarbone and made a trail down to my breast. Cupping both breasts in his hands, he stared at them, then looked up at me and said, “Beautiful.”
He lowered his mouth to my right nipple and began to suck on it and flicked his tongue across it, causing me to moan aloud.
Cupping my full breasts with his big hands, he massaged them hungrily and his thumbs running over my already-hard nipples.
“Please, I need you now,” I beg.
“Patience,” He began to make a trail down my stomach with his tongue and made circles around my navel and dipped in it for a second before moving on, and he made it to my very wet pussy. He leaned down, rubbing his nose over my pussy. “You smell so delicious. I can’t wait to taste that sweet little pussy of yours.” His eyes glinted with lust.
And so did mine. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I moaned again, this time louder, as his thumb moved back to my clit, rubbing the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. Wetness poured down my inner thighs as he sped up the rotation.
“Please,” was all I managed to say. Then he lowered his head to my pussy and spread my lips and flicked my clit with his tongue, causing my back to arch up. My fingers ran through his hair. He dipped a finger and caressed me from the inside.
“Spread your legs wider,” he growled. I did.
Pushing up on my elbow, I watched his face as I spread for him, and the expression on it was pure fire. His tongue was against my clit, licking up and down in quick, feathery motions that made it impossible to think.
I rolled my hips and let out a soft cry when his licks got firmer. Then, he plunged his tongue inside me. Soon, his tongue was replaced with two of his fingers. He kept on licking and sucking my pussy as his fingers moved in and out of me in a twisting motion.
“Oh, fuck, Xavier,” I cried. He kept fucking me with two fingers as he put his thumb down on my clit and started to rub.
“So fucking delicious.” He began to roll my clit with his thumb as he continued to plunge his tongue in me.
“Shit. I’m about to come,” I said as I began to rock against his mouth so I could just leap off the edge. I clenched against his fingers, whimpering.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he said as he secured his lips around my pussy, ready to drink all of me.
“Fuck!” I came and I came hard. He began to fiercely lick me, determined to get every drop. I was trembling from the power of my orgasm.
He planted a soft kiss on the top of my pussy and began to crawl back up to me, and then he kissed me, letting me taste myself. “Are you sure it’s only for one night?” he asked.
His gaze holds mine, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. My heart stutters—just for a second. Damn it. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
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