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He waves at us in the most condescending way, then closes the laptop, effectively ending the live.
“Did he just…?” Hudson starts to ask in disbelief.
I face them and fall back down into my seat with a sigh. “Fucking Xavier.”
Chapter 55
Emery
My eyes flutter open as fingertips trace along the underside of my ass, so close to my pussy that all it would take is for the hand to stretch the tiniest bit before a finger would slip into me. My clit gives a dull throb as I squeeze my thighs together, two questions entering my mind.
One. How long has the finger been teasing me for?
Two. What will it take to get it inside me?
There is a murmur of noise from the chest beneath me, then a thigh presses more firmly between my own, jostling me up the few inches I was wishing for.
Fingers slide into me so quickly and deeply that I arch my ass and throw my head back, mouth open on a gasp. “Ohhhh.”
A hand wraps around my throat and my gaze flies down to the man beneath me, his fingers pumping in and out of me hard enough that he is manipulating my hips into grinding my clit against his thigh.
“Safe word, little dove, or I’m going to ruin your pussy before your day has even started,” Xavier deadpans, his pupils wide and a little feral.
Hunter.
He shifts his thigh beneath me, and I suddenly remember I went to bed with clothes on last night. I know I did. EyesOnYou picked the baby blue set. But now I am very naked, and I’m pretty sure that the thigh I’m rubbing up against is naked as well.
Pressing my lips together, I refuse to let any words out of my mouth and glare right back at him. Right here, right now, in this very moment, I want this. I wanthim.
Somehow, his eyes darken. My pussy is suddenly empty of fingers, but then there is a hand wrapping around my waist, the room turns, and I find myself flat on my back, staring up at a face framed by wild, dirty blond curls as his fingers tighten around my throat.
“Last chance, little dove. Safe word.”
“No,” I rasp, straining to get the word out. It’s not that he is cutting off my air; it’s more like there is a ton of pressure, and I can hear my pulse pounding. “I’m not fucking safe wording.”
His lips form a feral smile and my stomach swoops.
I need whatever it is he is going to do give me. I’ve fucking missed this. So goddamn much. And Xavier never left me. Hehas always been here, even though I haven’t always been able to see him.
Xavier dips his head and steals my mouth in a kiss I can barely keep up with. His tongue sweeps through my mouth like he owns it. Releasing my throat, he grabs both of my wrists, raising them above my head. He starts rutting against me as he takes my mouth, pulling us apart and then coming back again over and over. As he pulls back and stares down at me, he releases my wrists, only to grip my face, squeezing my cheeks until my lips pucker.
I stare up at him, and without breaking eye contact, he leans in until he captures my lower lip with his teeth. My eyes widen a second before he bites hard enough that his teeth puncture my skin.
Heat spikes in my clit as I jerk back with a squeak, pain flaring in my lip, and try to bring my hands up to defend myself, but they are trapped above my head. I twist my head back and try to see what he has done. Thick leather cuffs encircle each wrist, and I can’t raise them much above the mattress.
What the fuck? When and how did he attach restraints to my bed?
A metallic taste fills my mouth a second later, and Xavier grips my jaw and forces me to look back at him before he is kissing me and sucking my lip while he thrusts his hard dick against my clit.
I moan into his mouth as his other hand comes up to cup my breast, roughly squeezing and then pinching my nipple. My pussy feels so fucking empty. There is a deep ache, and all I want is for his dick to fill me up. So I rock my hips in reverse to his thrusts, hoping to angle everything so that he will slide in.
Xavier breaks our kiss, a cruel smirk on his lips. “Needy little cunt. Do you need it filled up?”
He lets go of my face and grips my hip, grinding down harder.
“Yes,” I breathe out, the pressure almost painful.
“Yes, what?”
