“Good girl.” There’s a momentary pause when he takes a bite to eat. My eyes linger on the way his lips wrap the fork. I watch the tines as theydisappear before slowly being pulled back out. I briefly remember the feel of his lips on mine, and I wish I knew what his lips felt like on other parts of my body. I tell myself to get a grip. I don’t know what it is, but being around him makes me feel like a horny teenager.
It has to be because I haven’t been laid in a few months. I actually don’t remember the last time I even orgasmed.Well, that’s depressing.
“So I’ll pick you up around noon tomorrow?” He asks, effectively snapping me out of my orgasmless turmoil.
“What? Oh yeah. That should be fine. I’m basically all packed, and Evie said she would be over once she’s finished her shift at the office tomorrow. Winnie should be good alone for that long.” Evie had just started a new temp job for the Christmas season. It was a small little office that needed someone to cover reception while the normal receptionist went on holiday. It’s perfect for Evie; she never likes to stay in one job longer than needed. She’s always been free spirited like that. Her family is super supportive, no matter what she chooses to do with her life. Her parents took me in as a second daughter, and I’m forever grateful to have some form of consistent parental figures because of them. I truly don’t know where I’d be today if it wasn’t for them.
“Are you still nervous about going?” Xavier asks, bent over the counter, peering at me through the screen, his head cradled in one hand.
I shrug my shoulders. “I mean a little, but I’ve been feeling a bit better about it over the last couple days.” I go to say something else, but a huge yawn breaks free from my mouth, effectively silencing me. When I collect myself and look back at him, he has a soft smile on his face. It’s not a smile I’ve seen before, but I definitely put this to memory because I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him this relaxed.
“What?” I muse, tilting my head.
He shakes his head, that smile still on his face. “Nothing, I should let you get to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Sounds good, I’ll be ready.” I feel a smile of my own forming on my face. “Goodnight, Xavier.”
“Night, babydoll.” His voice is gentle as he hangs up.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, shock mixed with a soft yearning floods my mind. He just called me babydoll.Me. I hate pet names, but when Xavier purrs one unexpectedly? That does something to me. I roll onto my back and blink up at my ceiling, spiraling about this revelation.
My mind plays dirty and my thoughts turn to his mouth. Those firm, but delicious, lips pressed against mine as we kissed last week. I sink into the mattress, letting myself imagine those same lips trailing down my neck, skimming between my breasts as they nip and kiss, descending lower. Liquid warmth begins to pool in between my legs. I picture Xavier, on his knees, settling between my thighs.
My hands begin to slowly move their way down my body, tracing where I picture his lips have been. I cup my breasts together, imagining Xavier’s massive hands kneading them before moving to pinch my hardened nipples, dipping his head down to pull one between his teeth. A hiss releases from my mouth at the pinch of pain that comes with the pleasure. The ache grows stronger, and I need more.
I throw the blankets off my body, reaching over to my end table. I grab one of my toys stashed in the drawer. I’ve always had them, but I swear, these things have dust on them because Dalton never really was a “team player”. He always figured that he was good enough, and if I’m honest? I think he was threatened by silicone. My hand lands on one, and I smile as I pull it out. I got this suction cup dildo from Evie as a gag gift a few years ago. It’s never been used. Hell, I never even took it out of its packaging.
I can’t rip the box open fast enough. My pulse picks up in anticipation. I make my way to the bathroom. I could have continued on the bed, but Winnie is there, and that just seems…odd. I shut the door behind me and lock it. Why did I lock it? Honestly I don’t know, but I feel like I need to.
Placing the flesh-colored silicone toy on my vanity, I quickly strip my clothes off, leaving a messy pile on the floor. Scanning the room for options, I decide on the tub for convenience. Grabbing the toy and throwing my legs over the edge, the chill of the porcelain immediately brands my ass. I inhale a quick breath preparing myself for another chill to zip up my spine before attempting to sit down again.
My breathing has evened out, but the weight of the toy in my hand sends my heart rate spiking again. Bringing the toy up to my collarbone, I take my time trailing it down to the valley of my breasts. Using the tip, I circle my left nipple until the peak hardens. I slowly run the toy along my skin before switching to the other nipple and doing the same. My chest is flushed with arousal, and I start moving the dildo down my stomach, directly toward where I throb.Ache.
I’ve never used a dildo before, but the size of this one is familiar. I spread my legs wide, bringing the tip lower, until I feel the moment it brushes over my clit. A shock of pleasure runs through my body, causing me to shudder. I run the tip over my clit again, and I buck up at the sensation.Fuck, yes.I continue the ministrations, starting at my clit and pushing through my folds. When I pull it away and look, the shaft is glistening with my arousal. Exhaling, I drag it along my core again, relishing the way it feels. My body isn’t ready for me to slip the dildo inside, but the feeling of it rubbing against my clit? The way it soothes the ache?Thatis pleasurable enough, and I continue chasing that movement, over and over again.
I slowly slide from the side of the tub until I’m in a squatting position. My hand never stops moving the dildo over my throbbing clit, again and again. I begin thrusting with each pass, craving more friction. The pressure has been slowly building, but as I grind over the hardened silicone, I feel myself climb higher, chasing the edge faster. I cannot control the way this feels, my breath barely more than panting, a gasping of air as I give into what I crave.
The pressure almost seems unbearable, the need for release is crushing. “Oh yes,” I moan, throwing my head back. My eyes close as I try to focus on what I’m doing. My mind shoots to Xavier’s lips once more. The way his shirt lifted when he reached above him on the call earlier tonight. The definition of his Adonis belt carved perfectly into a V shape. The way it makes me want to trace the lines down with my tongue. I burn with the ache of needingmore.
The thought of him pushing my legs apart as he thrusts into me, pinning me with hard and thorough snaps of his hips, is all I need to tip over the edge. Everything turns white, my body consumed by my release. A heady gust of liquid rushes from me as I drop the toy, my fingers taking over, rubbing myself through my release. I never want it to end. As my vision returns, I feel the way my clit is incredibly sensitive, overused in the best way. My knees are in the pooling of my release, and I lean forward. Placing my forehead on the cool porcelain, I attempt to get control of my breathing.
I stare down at my mess. My inner thighs are damp, but it’s the puddle at the bottom of the tub that has my focus. I haveneversquirted before. I never thought it was possible. Yet, here I am, coming down with one of the best orgasms to date… in a mess of my own making. While I try to wrap my head around it, I decide to shower since I’m already here. I quickly wash my body and hair before I step out, dry off, and get back into my pajamas.
I crawl into bed and roll onto my side, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. My body is relaxed from my time in the tub and I don’t fight the urge to sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Xavier
Throwingthelastofmy things in the truck, there’s a bite to the air from the fresh coat of snow from last night. Cupping my hands together, I breathe into them for warmth before heading out to check on the animals one last time. I paid to have heated water barrels, but that doesn’t mean I can always trust and rely on them. The one time I don’t check is going to be the time that they’re broken, and then there will be no water available.
I hear Clyde bray before I even make it around the corner. He can hear the sound of my boots crunching on the gravel, and I know he wants his morning pets. I don’t care what you hear about donkeys; they are such affectionate creatures. Clyde is just a big attention whore. He will take any, and all, forms of affection. “Hey there, big guy!” I say, pulling out a carrot from my jacket pocket and presenting it to him. He chews on it happily as I scratch behind his ears. “I’m going to be gone for a couple days. Now, it’s going to be Todd who’s coming in and checking in with you. Don't give them any trouble. I want to hear that you were on your best donkey behavior.”
Yes, I talk to my donkey like he’s a human. I swear it works, and I have a soft spot for the ass. He rubs his snout up my chest and bumps my chin in affection. I laugh as I give him a few more scratches before moving on to the next area. Once the ducks are fed, and I’m satisfied with my final walk through, I head to the truck. Removing my phone from my pocket, I type out a quick message.
Xavier: Hey, I’m leaving in a few. I’ll see you shortly
Harper: Hi! Sounds good! I’m just finishing my lunch so that’s perfect!
