Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-Four
I want her. And I’ve always gotten what I wanted for as long as I can remember~ Xander Vancei.
Xander
I watch as Xavier kisses her and she responds and a growl escapes my throat. Xavier hears it, I know he does, but he goes on kissing her. Fully aroused, I inch towards them, and flips Lillyan in a swift motion, so her ass is now sitting on Xarius’ chest leaving her juice dripping over him, and Xavier leans away to make Lillyan more comfortable. Lillyan’s drunk but seductive eyes meets mine, and she bites her thoroughly kissed lips. I want to taste them. Not wanting to be left behind, my hands work quickly to take off her clothes and I push down my mouth on her perky left nipple. She groans—a guttural and raw sound that tears up her chest and fuels the flames of my desire. I run my tongue in circular motion around her black-brown bud, and sucks on it, igniting a moan from her.
Xavier takes himself out and I see him making a cup round his cock through the corner of my eyes. My teeth gently bites on Lillyan’s aroused nipple and she lets out a curse word that makes me grin. I lean up to kiss her, taste her, and my hand runs up her smooth back. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering close. I can’t tell which alcohol she tastes of, but it’s intoxicating even on her tongue. Or maybe her tongue makes it even stronger than before.
My hand inches down as I kiss her with more fervor than I’ve ever kissed any lady in my entire life. Her taste is addicting, I wonder how her pussy will taste. Goddess save me. It’s getting hard to stay in control. My wolf is overly excited, and I growl at him to stay calm even though I am barely calm myself. My hand brushes against her dripping pussy through her panties, and her loud gasp is swallowed into my mouth. I shift her panties to the side, and caress her folds, inducing a soft rumble in her mouth, and she pushes into my hand wetting me further. I want to lick her juices off, then kiss her again, but I decide to wait. My finger run lightly against her excited clit and she moans, her arms going round my neck, responding in a passionate way that excites me even further. I pull away from her mouth.
“Look at me, Lillyan,” I demand, as her ass moves back and forth Xarius’ body. Her eyes are still closed. I thrust one finger into her welcoming pussy. Her walls clench against me, and I groan, pushing deeper. She moans hard, and I repeat my words. “Fucking look at me, while my finger is inside you, Lillyan.” Her eyes snap open, hazy and needy.
I wait until she’s comfortable, then add another finger. She moans, bumping up and down as I finger-fuck her. Her eyes are trained on mine just like I ordered, and I increase my pace. Her lips part in a silent moan, pleasure masking her face. Her pussy is warm—hot even—and so wet that my fingers are dripping with her juices in no time. Still holding her gaze, I take them out and suck on them.
“Mm,” I say, aroused than ever. “You taste so fucking good, Lillyan,” I say, and her chest heaves. I suck them slowly, and her eyes follow the movement. I thrust them back into her pussy and she clenches around me in a sweet and breathtaking way, and I get rougher.
“Fuck,” she gasps. Her eyes are about to snap close in pleasure, and I bark an order that startles them open.
“Open, Lillyan!” I order. “You’re being disrespectful, Little Thistle. And do you know what happens to disrespectful girls?” I question, moving faster and faster. She shakes her head, moans leaving her mouth in a low-pitched voice that fans my urge. I find a sweet spot that makes her eyes go wide, and she reaches for me to kiss me. I back away.
“I am in control here, Lillyan,” I back off, and she pouts.
“Common,” she slurs with an accent I can’t place. She reaches for me again, and I grab them with my free hand then hold them in place. She’s unable to move. And just when I think she goes docile enough for me to free her, she escapes my hold, and her hand brushes against my cock through my jeans.
My groan is immediate, and I really want to lean her back down and fuck her mouth. Or pussy. I just want to possess her.
“Be obedient, Thistle,” I demand.
“But I want it,” she snaps, trying to reach for me again. I don’t stop her, instead, I twist my fingers in a way I know will push her to the edge. And just as expected, her head pushes back, and her breathing becomes haggard and rough. She bumps up and down, her clit rubbing against the heel of my hand, and she bites her lower lip. I move even faster, and a guttural scream tears off her throat.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” she gasps, and I don’t stop. In the next moment, her body jerks, and she cums, emptying her juice on my waiting fingers.
“Look at your juices spilling down my fingers. You’ve been naughty, haven’t you?” I raise my fingers. For a moment, I wonder if she can make out what I’m even saying. As she floats down post-orgasmic bliss, I push my fingers into her warm mouth, and she eagerly sucks on them. The sucking and swirling sensation on my fingers drives me crazy. I free my cock from my jeans and it kicks upright, its tip leaking. As she sucks obediently on my fingers, her eyes stray down to my freed cock, and a hungry look crosses her eyes.
I grin mischievously. “Beg for it,” I say.
She whimpers, licking my fingers hard. An involuntary grunt leaves my mouth, and my hand grabs her neck, not enough to hurt. I can see that the movement turns her on harder.
“Beg for it,” I command.