“You have no idea.”
I want him in the worst way, always. I can’t get enough. I’m addicted to him. I feel like I’ve changed as a person for the better, like I’ve come out of my shell and started living life more, instead of just reading about it.
“I like that you can be open with me, say whatever crosses your mind,” he says, squeezing my thigh.
“I trust you,” I tell him, “so I feel comfortable around you.”
He takes my hand in his and brings it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles. “I’ll never break that trust, Trillian. It’s a gift.”
I sigh contentedly. “And that’s why I trust you.”
He rests our intertwined hands on his thigh. “I can’t wait for you to meet everyone. Summer is going to love you.”
I hope so.
“Can we stop for some beef jerky?” I ask Xander, turning my body and leaning my head on his shoulder.
He chuckles. “We can stop for anything you want.”
He’s so good to me.
“Let me know when you get tired so I can drive,” I tell him, not expecting him to drive the whole ten hours by himself.
“Let me know if you want to stop at a hotel on the way. We don’t have to do the whole drive in one go,” he says.
“I can manage, you don’t have to baby me,” I tell him, turning the volume up when an Ed Sheeran song starts to play on the radio.
“I’m not babying you,” he replies, grinning. “I just want you to be comfortable.”
He’s spoiling me.
And I’m getting used to it.
*****
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I ask as we pull into his driveway. “You let me sleep the whole way while you drove!”
“Don’t be angry. You looked so cute sleeping. So peaceful. I couldn’t wake you. Besides, I wasn’t tired, I’m fine. It wouldn’t be very manly of me to let you drive while I sleep in the car.”
I open my mouth and then close it. “You’re so damn stubborn sometimes!”
“Come on,” he says. “You can yell at me more once we get inside the house.”
His voice sounds amused.
Amused!
Opening the car door, I slide out and stretch. We stopped about four times, for toilet and food breaks. I got my beef jerky, and I loved it. Now, what I really want is a hot shower and a decent meal. Xander carries our bags then sets them at the front door while he pulls out his keys. The house is an older one, but nice and well maintained. Xander opens the door for me and I step inside before him, glancing around the house eagerly. It’s modern inside. I love it. It isn’t cluttered at all. Instead, it’s spacious and tastefully decorated.
“It’s beautiful,” I tell him, turning to face him. He smiles, putting our bags on the floor, and then stands in front of me with a playful expression on his face.
“You’re beautiful. Do you want to have a shower? I’ll order in some food for tonight. Then tomorrow we can go grocery shopping. Summer’s been keeping the house clean and checking in. I’m not sure just how stocked the fridge is, though.”
I nod. “Sounds good. Are you going to join me in the shower?”
He lowers his head and kisses my mouth, just the barest of touches. “I’ll join you. Come on, I’ll give you a quick tour of the house.”
He shows me the bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, and living area. Walking me back to the first bathroom, he leads me inside and starts to strip off my clothes—first my t-shirt and shorts and then my bra and panties. I turn the shower on and look back at him to see his eyes lingering on my body.
“Like something you see?” I purr, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.
“I like everything I see,” he replies in a husky tone. I step under the water and crook my finger for him to join me.
He removes his clothes, opens the glass door, and steps into the shower. “Can’t believe you’re in my house right now.”
I reach down and take his cock in my hand, stroking gently. “Well, you better believe it. I’m all yours for the next week.”
Xander squirts soap into his palm and washes the both of us. He washes my hair, his fingers on my scalp make my toes curl. Once I rinse, I lower myself to my knees and stare up at him. His hazel eyes are dark and his cock twitches in front of me. I stroke him once more with my hand as I lick the head, twirling my tongue around it. He moans and puts one hand on the wall, the other coming down to rest on my head. I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him in deep.
“Fuck, Trill,” he groans as he gently moving his hips.
I continue to suck him, just how I read in one of my romance novels. I did this once or twice to Cain, but I didn’t like it. Cain had grabbed my hair and was a little rough with me, which I didn’t like one bit. Xander, on the other hand, waits patiently, his hand in my hair, gentle instead of demanding. I could taste him all day.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop, Trill,” he tells me, his tone pleading. He gently tries to push my head off him, but I don’t let him. Instead, I suck him harder and use my hands at the base of his cock as well as my mouth.
“Trillian,” he whispers.
He comes in my mouth, spurt by spurt and I swallow every drop. When his body stops jerking, I hold onto his thighs and slowly remove my mouth.
“Holy fucking shit,” he says in a ragged tone, leaning his head back against the tiled wall. “That was amazing, Trill. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life. Seeing you on your knees like that. Fuckin’ fantasy.”