Intoxicate

by Tessa Teevan

  She laughs, her breasts shaking against my bare chest as she tilts her neck when I nip the skin there.

  “You taste incredible.”

  “Mmm. When am I going to get a taste of you?” she asks, her voice low and sultry, causing my head to perk up—but not my cock.

  “Two rounds after such a long bout of celibacy? I’m hoping he’ll cooperate within the next half hour. After all, it’s only fair you get a taste since I did,” I tell her, wanting her mouth on me more than anything.

  She grins, slowly slides off the counters, and moves to the large Jacuzzi bathtub to turn the water on. Looking back at me, she gestures to the champagne. “It’s only fair,” she echoes, gazing longingly at my cock for a brief moment before meeting my eyes. “Well, while we’re waiting, why don’t we take this celebration to the bathtub? You did get me a bit sticky.”

  The idea of taking a bath with her is strangely intimate, especially after having just brought her to orgasm twice. It should freak me out, and I should want to run, but I don’t. I find that I want to slide into the tub with her and wash every inch of her skin. Not even in a sexual way, but in such a manner that would be normal for a man and wife.

  Just as I start to move forward, she gives me a grin. “Grab another bottle. We may be in here a while.”

  And she’s right. We are. We spend the rest of the night getting drunk on champagne, intoxicated with each other, as I do everything in my power to make her night special.

  Because if I have my way, this will be the only wedding night Kalli ever has.

  All of those nights of her allowing me to hold her led us here, and even if I can’t quite formulate the words to tell her, I show her. So in this bed, on our wedding night, I punctuate my vows one last time. I’ll cherish her. I’ll respect her. I’ll honor her and treasure every moment we spend together. I pledge to give her all of me.

  And she takes. In this darkened hotel room, we come together, connecting on a level that’s unfamiliar to me and has my heart aching for more. This time, it’s unhurried and not just about release. It’s so much more. Our eyes lock and neither of us looks away, not even as the pleasure builds. The room is silent except for the sounds of our panting breaths. Instead, we let our bodies, our eyes, do the talking, and even without a single word uttered, we’re saying more than ever before.

  So when her fingers dig into my skin and her eyes glaze over, I’m aware that no pact will ever stop my feelings for her from growing. Not after this. Not after tonight.

  It’s only sheer exhaustion that finally has us curling up together to try to get some sleep. Just as I’m about a drift off, I hear her sweet voice.

  “Xavier?”

  “Mmmhmm?” is about all I can muster up.

  “No regrets?”

  “No regrets.”

  She answers with a soft sigh and burrows her face into my chest.

  Even though my mind is swimming from the effects of the champagne, I meant what I said.

  I just hope we both feel the same way in the morning. Because tonight? Things definitely turned complicated.

  And complicated has never felt so right.

  “SO THERE you have it,” I breathe out, looking down at my watch. “That took longer than I thought.”

  I’m greeted with silence and look up to survey the room. Five sets of eyes stare back at Xavier and me now that we’ve wrapped up the finer points of the last six months. Naturally, we left out the dirty sex details, and my cheeks flush at the reminder of how amazing he made me feel. How loved—even if he didn’t know he was doing it. Now that we’ve told our story, both of us taking turns filling in the blanks, I’m suddenly aware that we were both complete fools for thinking we could keep the pact. I’ve known he’s had feelings for me this whole time, but hearing him admit it out loud, to our family and friends, warms my heart.

  “Wow,” Kaylie breathes out, her eyes shimmering with tears, which is unlike my sister. However, she knows how long I’ve had a thing for Xavier, so her reaction isn’t exactly surprising. “The whole thing is just so romantic.”

  Kale rolls his eyes and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studies Xavier and me. Xavier’s arm protectively wraps around my waist, his fingers slipping beneath my shirt to rub soothing circles on my skin.

  “Okay, so you’re doing this for Lily, but you both like each other as more than friends, so you decided to set those aside so your marriage wouldn’t get complicated?” my brother asks, not sounding convinced.

  “Well, when you put it that way—” I begin, but Xavier cuts me off.

  “I’m not going to hurt your sister,” he tells Kale. “I know how it sounds, and maybe we rushed into it, but I don’t regret a thing.”

  “Plus, since when has Kalli ever done anything conventional? This is exactly what I’d expect from her. But you, Xavier,” Kaylie says, eyeing him. “This isn’t you.”

  I hold my breath as I wait for him to respond.

  He gazes up at me and smiles as he takes my left hand and presses it to his lips before turning back to my sister. “What can I say? Maybe your sister’s rubbing off on me.”

  Kaylie squeals.

  Kale groans, though. “Okay. I get it. I don’t need to hear about any rubbing or the wedding night or maidenheads or anything.” He pauses and looks around before standing up and crossing the room until he’s directly in front of us.

  Xavier and I both stand.

  A huge grin spreads across my brother’s face. “Well, I guess it’s actually official now. Welcome to the family, bro,” he says, wrapping us both up in a group hug.

  Tears fill my eyes at his acceptance.

  Xavier pulls back first and gives Kale a head nod. “Thanks, Kale. That means a lot.”

  “Damn. Who’d have ever thought we’d actually be brothers.” He looks back and forth between me and my new husband.

  My new husband!

  I’ll never tire of saying that.

  Kale continues. “I know I should do that whole ‘if you hurt her’ brother-in-law speech, but I trust you.” He turns to me. “So, Kalli, I love you, but if you hurt Xavier . . .” he teases, trailing off as I playfully shove his shoulder.

  “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

  He laughs. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” Clapping his hands together, he looks at the rest of the room, everyone’s curious gazes still watching us. “Looks like we have another reason to celebrate!”

  Whoops and hollers fill the room as each person comes up to congratulate us. It’s overwhelming and unnerving. The only thing keeping me together is Xavier’s firm grasp around my waist. I believe, without a shadow of a doubt, he wants me here. Now, I just have to make him comprehend it, too.

  AFTER A long day of drinks and lounging by the pool followed by an even longer night checking the clubs out, Xavier and I stumble into what is now our hotel room. All day, he’s been extremely attentive, rarely leaving my side. As he told me the night of our first kiss, he’d be addicted after he got a taste of me, and it is apparent he knew what he was talking about. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, much to Kale’s chagrin. He was either holding my hand, grasping my waist, or standing comfortably with an arm slung over my shoulder. Only mere minutes would go by before our lips were crashing together as if we were trying to make up for lost time. If I had my way, we’d hole up in the hotel room for the rest of the weekend, but since our moms had paid for the trip, we begrudgingly felt obligated to socialize and enjoy the sights and sounds of the city. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t counting down every minute until he was inside me again. Thoughts of the previous night have my panties dampening.

  As a lover, Xavier was everything I’d imagined and more. He was attentive, caring, and intent on giving me pleasure. He drove me wild with his slow kisses, the determined strokes of his thumb, the teasing nibbles against my clit. I thought I was going to shatter with need if he didn’t make love to me soon, but as he’d said, the anticipation was worth it. More than wort
h it. As he kissed, licked, and caressed my skin, my anticipation grew to heightened measures I’ve never experienced before. His kisses were intoxicating, causing my mind to swim with dizzying sensations as his lips trailed along my skin. He took me more times in one night than I’ve ever experienced. Each time was more explosive than the last, and the more intimately we connected, the more my heart swelled with emotion until I felt like it was going to burst. I’d clearly been fooling myself by thinking I could have meaningless sex with him. There was absolutely nothing insignificant about it. Instead, it was quite the opposite. Every time he filled me and brought me to the brink of orgasm, my feelings were heightened.

  It took everything in me not to whisper my love for him. He wasn’t ready. Just the fact that he’d proposed in his own way and then given himself to me was enough. The rest will come.

  I just hope that this isn’t a lust-filled Vegas bubble that’s going to burst as soon as the plane touches down in Tennessee. If it is, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. For now, I can love enough for the both of us.

  Xavier breaks through my thoughts as he pushes me through the door and guides me towards the bed. He presses his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to sit, putting me at eye level with his groin. I grin, knowing he’s fulfilling his promise to finally let me taste him. I lean back and watch as he undoes his belt buckle and pushes his jeans down, taking his boxers along with them. His hard cock springs free, looking like the most delicious, inviting treat.

  Licking my lips, I’m about to take a taste of him when his voice fills me room.

  “Suck me,” he demands in a gruff voice laced with need.

  Such a command would usually turn me off, but since it came from Xavier, I want nothing more than to fulfill his every desire, to drive him wild with my mouth alone. To lick him, suck him until he relinquishes complete control over to me. The thought shoots desire straight to my pussy and empowers me.

  As much as I want to lean forward and engulf his cock, giving him the ultimate pleasure as I deep-throat him, I stand instead. His eyes darken as I don’t give in to his command. Before he can protest, my hands come up to slowly unbutton his shirt. Then I slide up his bare chest and push it off him. Rising on my tiptoes, I grab the back of his head and crush my lips against him, forcing my tongue into his mouth as I give him a preview of what I’m going to do to his cock. My fingers trail down his bare chest until I cup him, feeling his hard erection swell even further underneath my touch.

  Breaking the kiss, I gradually make my way down his body. I wouldn’t usually pay such attention to the rest of him, but I want him to anticipate this. I press kisses along his neck then down his chest, nibbling on each nipple until they’re hard. He’s stock-still, but I can feel his body trembling as my tongue traces along his abs. Finally, I sink to my knees, his erection hard and waiting for me.

  As I kneel at his feet with my hands on his muscled thighs, the position feels almost reverent. I could spend hours worshipping his hard body. I slide my hands up, getting so close to his erection but stopping before I make contact. He’s already incredibly hard, and the knowledge that I’m the one doing this to him sends a shiver running down my spine.

  My gaze settles on his beautiful cock, which is hard, thick, and pulsing with need. It’s the most erotic sight. My hand grips his shaft, and I lean in close, placing a soft kiss on the tip. He jolts at the contact, causing me to look up and grin at him. My tongue swirls around the head, feeling the silky smooth skin on the tip, not going any further.

  “Mmm . . .” I moan, looking up into his eyes and seeing the gleam of desire in them. “God, you taste amazing.”

  His thighs clench, and his cock twitches with anticipation. I know he can’t take much more of my teasing, so without preamble, I lean in and take him into my mouth, moaning at his thickness, knowing that taking him all the way isn’t going to be an easy task. Good thing I’m always up for a challenge.

  His hand comes down to the top of my head as I work him over. I slowly slide it in and out as I make him wet. His taste is a mixture of salty sweetness. As I pull him in farther, I close my eyes to concentrate on his pleasure. As wet as I am, this is solely about him. I suck my cheeks in and grip the base of his cock as my head bobs in and out, increasing the suction. My tongue moves in a simultaneous rhythm, a perfect harmony of my licking and sucking along his shaft.

  After I work him over for several minutes, I return my cheeks back to normal and slowly pull back until only his tip remains in my mouth. My tongue swirls, flicking the tip and teasing him. Opening my eyes, I lean forward, open my throat, and take him all the way in until my nose is pressed up against his skin. He shudders, and I know I’ve hit the spot. Slowly, I move back, and he whimpers as his cock leaves my throat. Not wanting to disappoint him, I deep-throat him again. His moans of ecstasy reverberate throughout the room, and I know he’s close. More than anything, I want to get him off, and I want to get him off now.

  I rapidly increase my deep-throating, fucking his cock with my mouth like there was no tomorrow. Hell, there could be no tomorrow for us, and the thought causes my senses to go into overdrive. Suddenly, I want more than just to taste him. I want the sweet reward shooting into my mouth. Xavier, however, seems to have other plans. He tries to slide out of my mouth, but I suck him harder, keeping him in place.

  “Kalliope,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”

  I look up to see his eyes hooded, his face contorted with painful pleasure as he tries to hold himself back—something I do not want him to do. My hands move around to grip his ass so I can pull him in as deep as I can take him. I can’t wait any longer. I crave the taste of his come. I moan, knowing that the vibrations will help send him over the edge—and I’m not wrong.

  His hand tightens in my hair, almost to the point of pain. His thighs quiver, and the vein in his dick vibrates against my tongue as his cock jerks. When I increase the suction of my mouth, his groans of pleasure empower me to keep up my frantic pace as he fucks my mouth. He pumps harder, deeper, and I devour him. His breathing increases, and with one last long pull, his orgasm washes over him. A hot stream of salty come shoots into my mouth, and as he tries to pull out, I grip his ass to keep him in place, milking every last drop out of him. As I swallow his load, I slowly slide back, sucking along the way until I reach the tip. My tongue swirls around his sensitive head, the act causing him to shudder beneath me.

  After one last kiss, I rest back on my knees and glance up at him. The look on his face is one of satiation and pure pleasure. I rise from my knees, only just now feeling the ache in them.

  “Thanks,” I whisper, licking my lips.

  He snaps out of his pleasure trance and looks down at me. “Thanks? You’re thanking me?”

  I grin as he pushes me back onto the bed, falling on top of me. His naked body is pressed up against me, and I force myself not to grind against him. His hand comes up as he trails a finger across my skin.

  “Jesus Christ, woman. No one’s ever taken me that deep before.”

  Smug satisfaction spreads throughout my body like a quick stream of lava. Raising an eyebrow, I give him a smirk. “You know . . . I could’ve practically said the same thing last night. No one’s ever been that deep.”

  He leans down, his lips hovering just above my ear as he whispers the sweetest words I’ve ever heard. “And no one but me ever will.” He pulls back and presses a quick kiss to my lips before turning onto his side and nestling up against me. “I’d repay the favor, but you just sucked every ounce of energy out of me.”

  I giggle and leave the bed. His eyes are on me as I walk towards the bathroom and strip along the way. Just before I enter, I slip my panties off and fling them at him.

  “Do you have enough energy for a bath?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow up and not waiting for his answer.

  I take my time drawing a bath, and just as I’m sliding into the scalding water, Xavier joins me, holding a bottle of champagne. He sets it on the edge of the tub
, and I lean forward so he can slip in behind me. Lying back against his chest, I sit in comfortable silence with him as we take turns drinking from the bottle. The air around us thickens with steam, and I close my eyes, completely relaxed.

  “Do you want to keep your apartment?” he asks as his hand trails along my stomach.

  Sitting up, I twist to look at him. “My apartment?”

  “Yes, your apartment. Since you’re moving in with me, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to keep it,” he says nonchalantly.

  My heartbeat quickens when I realize what he’s saying.

  “Moving in?” I echo, sounding like an idiot but wanting to hear him say it again.

  He takes my left hand and holds it up, thumbing my ring. His eyebrows narrow. “You are my wife. Why wouldn’t you move in?”

  “I figured I would, but we haven’t exactly talked about it yet, you know?”

  “I don’t really think anyone would buy our whole marriage routine if we lived in two separate places. Plus, there will be times when I can’t be home and Lily will need you.”

  Even though we’re in a steaming bathroom, it’s as if he’s just doused cold water over me. Even though it’s the reason we started this whole thing, I haven’t let myself think about Lily beyond us calling her to see how she’s doing. It’s silly for it to bother me, considering that I knew helping out with Lily was part of the plan, especially with Anna being gone. I guess I’m just not ready to go back to reality just yet.

  My expression must be readable, because Xavier is looking at me intently, so I put a smile on my face. “Of course, Xavier. Plus, I can take Lily to and from school with me and it won’t really mess with her routine.” I turn back around and press my back against his chest, his length resting on my lower back. I love these moments we’ve shared this weekend, and I refuse to let any doubts ruin the rest of our time together. “What about bedrooms? Do you want me to stay in Anna’s room, or . . .” I trail off, hoping, praying that he says we can continue to sleep in the same bed. Even if we were to stop sleeping together, I’ve become too accustomed to falling asleep in his arms. I’m not ready to give that up. I don’t think I ever will be.