With Every Sunset

by Jane Stevie Lake

  “Xander,” I said, feeling his gentle bite all over me.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his dark brooding eyes intense.

  I couldn’t remember ever having been sure about being touched by anyone else, and I was so touched by his concern. Jesse hadn’t ever asked what I wanted, or how I wanted it.

  “Yes,” I squirmed beneath him, sitting up.

  He smiled devilishly, “Then lie back down and relax.”

  Even if I hadn’t been able to relax, the moment his teeth sank into the inside of my thigh, my bones melted under his attentive care. Each kiss…each caress…each bite echoed itself on other parts of my body. His seduction wasn’t skin deep, and I felt like I was about to crawl out of my own skin. It had become foreign to me, it had become his. And he clearly knew how to love it.

  “Charlie,” he rasped. “Are you with me?”

  “Yes, Xander.” I stopped myself from begging him to take me.

  “Good girl,” he grinned against my stomach, black eyes holding me hostage.

  His fingers glided over my skin before his hand dipped into my panties and we both groaned loudly.

  “You good, baby?” he asked, his fingers moving against my skin.

  I breathed heavily, panting from anticipation. “Yeah.”

  “You’re about to feel much, much better,” he said.

  Before his words could make it into my muddled brain, his finger slowly slid over my slit before sinking into me. I gasped, my eyes widened and shut each time he slid inside me. The initial slight pain was quickly replaced by an expectant hunger. He lowered his head until it hovered directly above my pussy, and his finger relentlessly alternated between delicious slowness and sudden speed in and out of me.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” he praised. “And so very tight.”

  I moaned, his voice an inferno in the goldenly lit room. He added another finger and glided in and out of me until I felt my stomach tighten. A wave gathered inside me, starting from my core and threatening to burst and explode throughout my body. I rode the wave, and his fingers, feeling myself seconds from obliteration. Abruptly, his fingers withdrew from me completely and I whimpered, protesting the sudden withdrawal.

  “Xander, please.”

  “What do you want me to do to you, Charlie?” he teased.

  I raised my hands to cover my eyes, knowing I couldn’t look at him and tell him every dirty scenario that was playing in my mind. “You know what I want.”

  He was quite for a moment, and I was pleasantly surprised when his tongue pressed against my clit and licked slowly down. “Is this what you want?”

  I pressed my eyes in aroused irritation. He really was an obnoxious jerk. “Yes, that.”

  He chuckled, “I seem to be getting a lot of yeses from you today. I should take this opportunity to ask for everything I’ve wanted from you since I met you.”

  I tried to squeeze my legs shut, anything to alleviate the ache of wanting him and give myself the minimal pressure that I needed to lose myself to an orgasm.

  He gripped my thighs tightly, and the sudden realisation that I was open to him had my skin heating with embarrassment. I tried to clamp them together again, but his hands were too strong for my weakened thighs. I stored the memory of this moment in the back of my mind, where I would plot vengeance later.

  He blew cold air against my heated pussy and I clenched my teeth and shivered. Goosebumps rose on my skin and I felt so helpless against him. He sucked on my clit, and I moaned in appreciation, happy to be pleasured by him again. After a few seconds, he stopped again, and started blowing air onto the desperate, needy bud. He was damn lucky my body wanted him more than my mind was frustrated by his torture.

  After several alternating seconds of sucking and blowing, I impatiently reached out to grip his hair and hold him against me. He laughed, and I knew I would get teased for my bravado later on. But I would deal with that then, right now I just wanted the release than only he had ever given me.

  My fingers gripped his long hair and my bravado was greatly rewarded when his glorious mouth moved to my slit and started kissing it as if it were my mouth. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, the sensation of his tongue inside me blowing my inhibitions to smithereens.

  He groaned, the sound tortured and tormented. “Fuck, you’re perfect. This is so good, so mine.”

  My fingers shook in his hair, but my whole body was too tense for me to relax them. The wave from earlier on returned in full force, building up inside my body, my belly becoming the epicentre of the impending quake. He raised his head, his inky irises pinning me with a stare meant to heat my insides to boiling point. In that moment, he looked dangerous, like a wild animal which was beyond taming. I was not ready for the assault which followed on my pussy. His licks became a fast feasting of me and my hips bucked off the bed for more. He devoured me, his hard grip on my thighs holding me open for his taking. He licked and nipped, his relentless tongue going down on me as if he was hungry and I was his meal. I cried out, relishing that he knew how to please me in a way that I had never known before. My body quivered, the quake becoming a stronger, more potent force in me. My legs trembled, and I moaned louder, begging him incoherently for release. Suddenly, the floodgates burst open, and I lost myself in him. It was a euphoric high, the ecstasy flowing in my veins. He didn’t slow down, ravaging me even while I was in the throes of a mind shattering orgasm. After what felt like a blast, I collapsed onto the bed, my limbs boneless. I raised my head to look at him, and he was staring right at me. Our eyes locked for what felt like forever. It was a look of understanding, belonging and love. Love. I was his, and he was mine.

  Xander

  It was a euphoric high, and I could say that with a hard-on. She breathed heavily before collapsing back onto the bed. She was sated, and I had been the one to take her there. I couldn’t claim every girl whom I’d given an orgasm, but this one, Charlie was mine. Hell, I didn’t deserve her. She was smart, beautiful and charming. She was the light, and because I basked in her glow, my demons weren’t so dark.

  “Come here,” she whispered, smiling brightly.

  I went to lie next to her, pulling her into my arms. “You good, baby?”

  She looked up at me, the smile still plastered to her face. “Never been better.”

  I smirked, “Guess that makes me the best boyfriend in town.”

  “I guess it does. And what would make me the best girlfriend?”

  I raised an eyebrow, “You already are.”

  She laughed, that beautiful sound that my best dreams were made of. Without warning, she moved to lie on top of me. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, and that look and her lying on top of me weren’t doing my dick any favours.

  “You want to know what else I haven’t done with another guy?” she grinned impishly.

  I returned her happy grin. “In what other way did Tony fail you?”

  She laughed at the new name I’d added to the tally of names which I was giving her ex-boyfriend. She opened her mouth and I raised a warning eyebrow. I was not hearing his name tonight. Or ever.

  “Well, I was never ready to…you know,” she licked her lips and nodded, indicating my dick.

  What? Fuck, it couldn’t be. I needed her to say it. “What, Charlie?”

  She looked down at my bare abdomen, tracing lines along my midsection. Her volume was relatively lower when she spoke. “I didn’t suck him off. Or anyone else.”

  My dick twitched in my sweatpants. “God, Charlie. You’re going to be the death of me.”

  She looked embarrassed. “If you don’t want me to, we don’t-”

  I grabbed her by the waist and hugged her fiercely. “What did I say about always wanting you? I want it, I fucking need you. I’m just overwhelmed by…us. I’ve never loved anyone like this before, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” she spoke into my neck.

  Before I could muster a response, she pulled away from me. I was
momentarily alarmed by the loss of contact, further proof that I was a goner over this girl. My fears were smashed into pieces when she palmed me over the black sweatpants. I took in a deep breath, willing my rogue dick not to explode before she had even gone far. She glanced at me, as if wanting to know whether she was doing it right. But as far as my dick was concerned, she could do no wrong.

  I sat up with her in my arms, and she climbed off my lap and knelt between my legs, her eyes innocently eyeing my dick. This image of her would be hard to forget, if that was even possible. She leaned towards me and slowly lowered my pants and boxers until she reached her destination. Her brown eyes momentarily widened in shock, and I was becoming apprehensive about her not being able to handle it.

  “It’s-it’s big,” she murmured more to herself than me.

  I laughed uneasily, definitely not used to this reaction from seeing my dick. It hit me again that Charlie was not just inexperienced. She was different, and my dick wasn’t the only thing she was after.

  “You don’t have to,” I smiled at her, despite my internal war with my dick, which really wanted her to.

  “I want to,” she objected. “I want you in my mouth, Xander.”

  Damn. The things this girl did to me. “Then put me there, baby. Slowly, for your sake. Look at me.”

  She wrapped her hand around the base and flexed her fingers, making it twitch again. After a second, her pouty lips slowly descended on my tip while her eyes remained focused on mine. My heart beat wildly in my chest as the warmth of her breath hit my dick and when she pulled it into her mouth…I almost died. Her mouth was pure heat, and a snug fit. She stilled, as if trying to figure out how to navigate her way around a blow job. I was about to instruct her when she sunk her head over it and her glorious mouth sucked me in.

  “Fuck. Charlie, don’t stop,” I pleaded, positioning my hand to the back of her head.

  Each time she hollowed her cheeks to suck my dick, it felt as though she had tapped into my energy sources and decided to drain me. Her cautiousness betrayed her innocence, and the fact that she wanted me enough to make me her first…it was surreal. She bobbed her head, and her tongue started moving against me, lapping at my shaft. If she hadn’t told me this was her first time doing this, I wouldn’t have believed it. She picked up her speed, and I feared I would cum into her mouth without warning.

  “Babe?” I gasped as she sucked me harder and her small hand gently cupped my balls.

  “Hmm?”

  I threw my head back in ecstasy. That hum nearly dug my grave deeper, and I needed it again. For the first time, I didn’t have to lay out a whole plan of action for a blowjob. It was as if she’d known my cock, the same way my heart recognised her. The thought was unreal.

  “Do that again…hum around my cock like that,” I said, my whole body tensing.

  She obliged, drawing out the hum while her tongue continued its assault along the veins of my cock. I hissed, feeling the onslaught of an orgasm but knowing I had to hold it back. I needed to see her, feel her mouth on me for a bit longer. Her eyes blinked, and fluttered shut for a second. I tilted myself up, needing more of her and she almost gagged. I felt guilty and reached out to touch her cheek, conveying my apology. She gently squeezed my heavy sac before her other hand joined in on the action. My blowjob became a hand job and a sac massage. I became a dead man.

  “Ahh, fuckkk…” I groaned, the shock of her talents hitting me the way my dick hit the back of her throat. “Baby, I’m going to cum. You have to stop if you don’t want it filling your mouth.”

  The look she sent me was a challenge, and she suddenly sped up her hands and mouth, humming like she was eating her favourite dessert. I closed my eyes in blissful agony, feeling my abdominal muscles contract in anticipation. The whole room spun and then stilled, or maybe that was my body. I felt long jets of cum spurt out of my cock and into her mouth. The high seemingly lasted for eternity before I was able to form a coherent thought. I stared at her, my mouth twisted in a smile which she returned without a word. My hand reached for hers, and she came to straddle me, still quiet. When we were face to face, she bit her lip…and swallowed deeply.

  Was that…? Holy shit!

  “You good, baby?” she asked, pulling the covers on top of us.

  “That’s my line,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. “But I’m mind-blown.”

  She smiled against my chest, and I held her tighter against me. “I’m glad I blew more than your dick.”

  “You also mind-fucked me, Charlie,” I said. “I am curious though, that wasn’t a rookie blowjob, even though I do believe you’re a rookie. So, tell me.”

  I didn’t want her to tell me that she had lied about this being her first time giving head, because I had believed her. She just had been too good, if there was such a thing.

  “You know how my mom is a romance novelist?” she began, raising her head to look at me.

  I nodded, not wanting to think about her mother right now.

  “Well, some of her novels are quite…erotic. My sister and I have never been allowed to read her work, but my friends in high school read them a lot. So, I started buying myself electronic copies without her knowledge. It’s awkward to say this, but her scenes are pretty graphic.”

  I chuckled at the explanation. “I guess it would be inappropriate to send her flowers thanking her for her work?”

  She lightly slapped my arm, and we started laughing like little children. We talked for a while, and watched the sunrise together. I ordered all her favourites for breakfast and we ate in our suite, enjoying this feeling of playing house. Before this, the mere thought of even sleeping in the same bed as a girl after sex was weird. Now, the knowledge that Charlie had to go home after this didn’t exactly bring pleasant feelings.

  In the weeks that followed, Charlie and I were inseparable. As long as I shared a class with her, I never missed it. I even endured her friends’ teasing just to eat with her. In other words, I was a lost cause. For the first time in my life, I was an overprotective boyfriend, and I even cuddled. Had Ron and I been on good terms, I would have been the joke of the locker room. I still avoided spending time at home, and my time away from Charlie was divided between the hospital and basketball practice. The former, I was more hopeful about because I spent so much time glued to my computer screen reading stories about people whose loved ones had been comatose for years and still woke up. I just hoped Cole wouldn’t take that long.

  I had also introduced my girlfriend to the two most important people in my life now: my aunt Bailey and my little brother. Although she never told me, I knew from the nurses that Charlie often visited Cole, and I’d added her name onto the visitors’ list without her knowing. Her kindness touched me. She’d cried the first time she had seen him, then later teased me for being the less good-looking brother. It was in typical Charlie fashion, and I loved her even more.

  “Hey, boyfriend,” she smiled, catching up with me as I walked to my car.

  “I don’t mean to be rude, but my girlfriend doesn’t like it when I talk to other girls,” I teased.

  She laughed happily. “Doesn’t she, now? Well, I don’t mind a little anger. I’ll fight for you.”

  “That’s sweet, but she’s more rage than anger. And she bites, trust me,” I smirked at her, unzipping my jacket to reveal the mark on my neck from last night.

  “That’s quite a hickey, you poor thing,” she remarked in mock sympathy, her fingers trailing down my neck.

  “Oh, I don’t mind. It’s one of these for every three on her body,” I winked.

  She gaped, her eyes adopting that feisty glare I was now used to. “So, you did put them there on purpose?! You…man! Argh!”

  “Hey, watch it. That’s not how you talk to your loving boyfriend.”

  “What if someone sees it?!” she whispered fiercely.

  It was my turn to glare at her. I took her chin in my hand and tilted her face so that her angry brown irises were focused on me. “
Your stomach, the underside of your right breast and the inside of your thigh: tell me why someone else would be venturing in those places?”

  She didn’t back down from our staring contest. “I still find you infuriating, Alexander Hastings-Turner.”

  I smiled victoriously at the passion in her eyes and released her. “You better find me fucking lovable by the time I bring your sister home from practice tonight.”

  She smiled and her eyes softened, and I wished I could paint every emotion they displayed onto a canvas. “Thank you, baby. Mom said to tell you to stay for dinner afterwards.”

  “Am I allowed to praise her writing?” I teased, my cock twitching at the memory of last night’s blowjob. We hadn’t even had sex and already, she owned me.

  She giggled, then narrowed her eyes at me. “Don’t you dare, Xander.”

  I pulled her in for a long kiss, ignoring the whistles and whispers from people passing.

  “I have to go to the hospital,” I said, walking her to her car. “See you tonight, girlfriend. Drive safely.”

  I opened the door and she got in, the sight of her behind the wheel turning me on. “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you more.” I said, staring at her and admitting it to myself.

  Charlie

  “So, when’s your next game?” My dad asked, dipping the chicken wings in sauce.

  “Next Saturday, sir,” Xander replied, smiling politely.

  My mother placed another wing on his plate, her fourth time doing so since the meal started. I rolled my eyes at Mel who wiggled her eyebrows, also something we had been doing since the meal started. We all knew my mother had missed fussing over her golden boy since he moved away for med school, but adopting my boyfriend as a pet project was a new level of weird. David would be irritated at having mom’s attention on someone else.

  “Oh, I’m sure you’ll do extremely well!” she told him, and Mel concealed her giggle with a cough.