I look up and notice he hasn’t taken a bite. “Is there something wrong with yours? I have to say, this is the most delicious omelet I have ever had. Who thought just veggies could be so delicious, I’m more of a bacon girl myself,” I’m babbling because the way he is looking at me has me nervous.
“The sounds you make when you’re eating,” he stops, shaking his head, “I’m so fucking turned on right now.” I glance down at his pants, and he is definitely sporting some wood. I cover my face with my hands feeling a blush creep up my face.
“Oh my god! Ashlyn tells me I sound like I’m having sex when I eat. I told her she was full of shit, I can’t believe it’s true. I am so embarrassed!” I hear him start to laugh.
“No more noises otherwise I can’t be held responsible for my actions. Deal?”
“Deal. No more noises will be coming out of me ever again.” I look at him.
“You’ll be making them again, but the next time I hear those noises you won’t be the one eating.”
I start to fan myself as he bursts out laughing. When we are done eating in silence I get up, grab his plate and walk over to the sink and start cleaning.
“Whoa there, nobody said you have to clean, I just wanted to feed you Savvy. Step away from the sink,” he says in a playful voice.
“I was raised in a house where If you cook, you don’t clean. So just give me a minute, it’s only two plates, not an entire Holiday meal.” I turn back around to the sink.
He walks up behind me and wraps his hands around my waist as he presses his front to my back. I feel every inch of him through his sweatpants. He whispers in my ear, “I am so glad I found you, you’re a breath of fresh air,” he kisses my neck and walks away.
When I finish the dishes, I walk and find him in the living room sitting on the couch watching TV. He is watching a sports channel and currently there is a picture of him and another guy on the screen as people are talking about them. I go and sit next to him as he picks up the remote to shut it off.
“What was that?” I ask him. He looks at me with slight agitation.
“That other guy on the screen, that’s Julio Alverez my opponent. They were discussing him apparently trash talking me last night while he got held up by some paparazzi outside of a club. He is known amongst the fighters as a motor mouth. He likes to try to psych out his opponents by getting in their heads before their fight, exploiting their weaknesses. He doesn’t realize it’s pumping me up, not psyching me out. Let him run his mouth, it’s not going to win him the fight.”
I’ve never seen him so serious. But then again, I haven’t had to deal with his career yet.
“What do you want to do?” I ask, hoping like hell the answer is going to lead to his lips on mine.
He must see the look in my eyes because he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap so I am straddling him. “Well, this is all too familiar,” I say thinking about that night in his car. Just thinking about it is making between my legs ache. He puts his hand to my neck and pulls my face towards his catching my lips in a kiss. It’s like déjà vu as I start grinding on him again. Thinking back to that night in his car, realizing that he has gotten me off without any reciprocation makes the walls around my heart break down a little more. Every other time I’ve been with a guy, it was all about him getting off. Sure, some paid attention to my needs, but none of them blatantly disregarded their own.
Deciding right then and there that I’m going to take what I want, I slide off Zander’s lap and kneel between his legs. I catch him by surprise as I lower his sweatpants over his straining erection.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. His dick is massive. I take a second to look at it, long and thick with pronounced veins, the tip an angry red. I look him in the eye as I lick my lips and take him in my hand and start moving it up and down.
“Fuck,” he growls.
Needing both hands to wrap around his cock, I lower my head circling my tongue around the tip. “Savvy…baby,” he groans as I open my mouth and take him in all the way to the back of my throat. The ache in my pussy returns as I squeeze my legs together. Continuing to bob my head up and down, I rake my nails down his thighs. Removing my mouth with a pop, I lick the length of him while I start to massage his balls.
“That’s it baby. Take me, fuck, take all of me,” he groans out. Lowering my mouth over him again, I hollow my cheeks and suck hard. “Fuuuckkkk,” he growls out. His hips are starting to buck erratically. “Baby I’m going to come,” he says while trying to pull my head back. Looking him in the eyes, I shake my head while beginning to work him faster.
With a guttural groan, Zander holds my head in place as he releases down the back of my throat. When his tremors subside, I take him out of my mouth then tuck him back in his pants.
He’s breathing heavy with his head laying back on the couch. I never enjoyed giving blow jobs before, the idea was always so disgusting to me. But with Zander, I have this need to please him. I think I enjoyed it almost as much as he did and now I’m so turned on that it’s borderline painful.
Then insanely fast, I find myself on my back with Zander between my legs. He’s starting to lift my shirt up and kiss my stomach. Oh dear god, please go lower!
Zander starts laughing as he says, “I’ll get to that, but first I’m going to take my time.” Holy shit, I said that out loud. I can’t even be embarrassed right now, I need him to touch me.
When he starts to shimmy my yoga pants over my hips, his phone starts ringing. “Ignore it,” he growls. Getting my pants off Zander stares at my hot pink thong.
“Fuck Savvy, I bet you’re soaking wet for me. Did sucking me off turn you on?” he asks while sliding my panties to the side. He dives in with his tongue causing me to almost launch myself off the couch. It feels too good. He holds me down as his tongue continues to work me with the perfect amount of pressure. Right when he starts working my clit, his phone rings again.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Zander looks up at me. “Give me just a second, that’s my manager’s ringtone. He only calls more than once if it’s an emergency.”
Going over to his phone he answers as I lay here with my pants off, so turned on I can’t even think straight. Looking at me, he mouths “sorry” before walking into another room. Now that the mood has been ruined, I sigh and put my yoga pants back on. I sit on the couch for another five minutes before he comes back in with a look of disappointment.
“Savvy, I’m so sorry but I need to go. Julio caused more of a stir with his trash talking than I thought and I need to fly to New York for a series of interviews. They want me to respond to his threats and up the dramatics for the fight. Leading up to Vegas the buildup between the fighters is what gives the fight the hype it needs to get people to watch. By adding fuel to the fire, it will only boost the viewers. If I could have gotten out of this, I would have.”
I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist while looking up into his remorseful eyes. “I completely understand, this is your job. Could the timing of been better? Hell yes, but I’ll live.”
He groans, “They already have a plane waiting on me at the airport. I wish I had some time to devour you because let me tell you, after having a taste, I want nothing more than to dive back in between those beautiful thighs and make you come on my tongue until you can’t see straight,” dipping his head down kisses me. When he pulls back, I’m a panting mess all over again.
“I need to go pack really quick then I’ll bring you home on my way to the airport. I really am sorry. I was looking forward to our date tonight.”
I give him a chaste kiss and send him to his bedroom. As he turns around to walk away I smack him on the ass which earns me the crooked grin and laugh. Surprising me he lunges bringing me down to the floor on my back, him on top of me. He starts kissing me, possessing me. I feel his hand start to work its way from my neck, down the middle of my breasts, to my lower stomach. My heart starts to pound in anticipation.
“I thought we didn’t have time,” I man
age to get out breathlessly.
"I changed my mind.” Zander growls out.
His hands are in my pants making their way down. His fingers are absolute magic as he moves them through my wetness, hitting my clit and making me see stars. Moving at a feverish pace I beg him not to stop. I’m so close already, all that build up before the phone call has really heightened my arousal.
“Zander,” I moan out. His fingers move faster as I get closer to my climax. Pinching my clit has me yelling out his name as my body racks with tremors everywhere experiencing the most intense orgasm.
“That’s it baby, you’re so fucking beautiful when you let go for me.”
As I come back down from that amazing high, Zander removes his hand and brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking my wetness off. I never thought I’d be into something like that, but it makes me want so much more. Hovering over me, he gives me his sexy grin before getting off of the ground, pulling me up with him.
“There’s no way in hell I could have left knowing you were heading home to your vibrator. I will always make sure you’re satisfied baby.” I’m still in a daze as he walks away to pack his bags.
“Holy shit,” I say to myself as I sit on the couch. If his fingers feel that good, what will happen when he finally sinks his cock into me?
I hear little footsteps as his dog Daisy rushes up to me jumping on my lap and licking my face. “Well where did you come from? Aren’t you the cutest thing?”
She is not the type of dog I would have expected Zander to have. She’s a fat little brown and white basset hound with giant floppy ears. Covering my face with kisses I can’t help but laugh, I used to have a dog when I was little but he got hit by a car which devastated me. She reminds me of him with her affection.
Zander comes back out ten minutes later with his suitcase as I’m still on the couch with Daisy. “She was asleep on my bed when I went in there. She is partially deaf, so she doesn’t always hear me if I come home,” he comes and sits down rubbing her belly.
“Who takes care of this cute little girl when you’re gone?” I ask.
“Most of the time I drop her off at my mom’s or she comes here and checks up on her. That reminds me I have to call her,” he grabs his phone and gives his mom the rundown on what’s going on with his schedule.
“Alright baby, we have to go.”
Getting up we head for the door after I give Daisy one last belly rub. He holds my hand all the way to the truck and opens the door for me. Heading for my house after one of the most memorable morning’s I’ve have ever had, yeah, I can definitely get used to this.
CHAPTER 7
I’m at work making a long island iced tea when my thoughts go to my drive home with Zander a few days ago. He held my hand all the way back to my house and walked me to my door giving me a panty melting kiss goodbye. He promised to call me once he got the chance but he wasn’t fully sure what he was walking into. Once he landed in New York he was in a whirlwind of media madness. He has no idea when he’ll be returning home but says that hopefully it will be tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.
It’s been a whirlwind since I met Zander, yet it feels like I’ve known him forever. We definitely have a connection that I cannot explain. Him leaving actually gave me time to think about everything. I feel like I’m in deep with him and I can honestly say I’m scared shitless. I have never felt this way about anyone before in any of my relationships. To say I am falling for this man I barely know is an understatement and I just need to figure out if I am okay with him being whisked away at a moment’s notice due to his celebrity status. Zander being a celebrity is not a check mark in the pro column for me. As I’m thinking about it all I hear my phone chime.
My Sexy Fighter: I bet you’re thinking about me beautiful.
Me: Oh, is this that cocky fighter that I know? Now why would I be thinking about him? Now this sexy guy I know named Zander, that’s who I’m thinking about. ;)
My Sexy Fighter: Tell me about this guy. You’ve been thinking about him, huh. Should I be jealous?
Me: I miss you already.
I can’t help but send the message. It’s how I feel and I want him to know I am thinking of him.
My Sexy Fighter: I can’t stop thinking about you too beautiful. I don’t know about you, but I will be worshiping every inch of that delectable little body of yours when I get home. When I’m done worshipping, I plan on sliding deep inside of you and making you scream my name.
Holy shit, why did we have to get interrupted that morning? I have the worst luck. But if the actual thing is as good as the buildup, I cannot wait for him to worship me.
Me: I. Cannot. Wait!
My Sexy Fighter: Just thinking about the taste I got that morning, my dick has been in a constant state of hardness. It’s fucking painful and if I stand up I’m going to embarrass myself. I’ll call you later when I get back to the hotel. I have an interview in 15.
Putting my phone back in my pocket I sigh. I cannot wait until he gets home. Turning back to the customers at the bar I notice Ashlyn walking through the entrance.
“Hey ho, are you feeling any better?” I ask noticing she still looks like shit.
“Hell no, this migraine just won’t quit. I just had to come in to talk to Louis to make sure everything is going to run smoothly tonight. It was my shift to work and John is off for the night. I need to make sure he can handle the kitchen,” she heads back to the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later she comes back out to the bar taking a seat at a stool.
“Hey Sav, can you get me a glass of ginger ale? I need something to sooth my stomach before I get home to bed.” I turn and pour some ginger ale into a cup and slide it to her.
“Here you go. Hopefully after a couple more hours of sleep you’ll wake up feeling better,” I offer her a sympathetic smile. She finishes her ginger ale, says her goodbyes and then heads back home.
I have an hour left in my shift when I look up and curse under my breath. My ex-boyfriend Luke is walking up to the bar. We broke up about a year ago, I walked in on him banging one of our bartenders in the storage closet. Kicking him out of my life and firing that whore, I’d like to say I was broken up about it. Realizing I stayed with him out of comfort rather than actually wanting to be with him, it made getting over Luke easy. He comes in from time to time trying to get me back. Saying shit like he couldn’t help it, that she threw herself at him, he’s a man and a man can only resist so much temptation. I usually just tell him to fuck off and get the hell out of my bar.
“Hey baby, can we talk?”
He has that hopeful look in his eyes that he always has when he comes in. I really believe he thinks one of these times I’m going to accept his apology and jump into his arms. Fat chance in hell of that ever happening.
“Turn your ass right around Luke and fuck off. We’ve been through this before and I’m getting sick of it. I am dating someone new and my life is in a good place, finally. You need to leave me the fuck alone,” I cross my arms over my chest taking a defensive stance.
“‘He better not touch what's mine! You know this isn't over between us Savannah, you just need to get over this stupid misunderstanding.” I cannot believe the bullshit he is spewing out of his mouth, or the fact that he truly believes it.
“I told you once already, Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here!” I raise my voice on the last words. We’re starting to cause a scene as everyone at the bar is turning towards us for the show we’re putting on.
“Get out of here before I call the cops Luke. You know I will.”
He narrows his eyes at me shooting me with a hateful glare. “This will never be over. You can block me out of your life all you want but I will not be going away,” he heads for the bar door practically plowing down a few customers that were in his path. When he finally walks out the door I release the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Just what I need I think to myself, a crazy ex showing up randomly when I’m starting out a new relationship.
I g
ive everyone at the bar a drink on the house as an apology for the scene that Luke just caused. I usually don’t drink while I’m on shift, but I say fuck it and take a double shot of Patron. It burns going down causing me to cough and wince. I never was much for hard alcohol unless it’s mixed in a girly drink. When Erin arrives to relieve me behind the bar, I say a quick hello and fill her in on what is going on. Grabbing my purse and sweatshirt I head for the door to walk home.
When I get home and walk through the door, I find Ashlyn dancing around the living room to The Chainsmoker’s Closer. I love this song, looks like that nap paid off and she is finally feeling better.
She notices me and gives me a smile as she shimmies her way to me and pulls me into the living room. We proceed to dance for the rest of the song and one other before we collapse onto the couch.
“I’m so glad you’re feeling better Ash,” I throw my arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze.
“You and me both babe. Now I have all this pent-up energy from sleeping all day, so I had an impromptu dance party.” We have many spontaneous dance parties in our house. It’s kind of our thing.
We end up ordering out for Chinese and get it delivered. I start telling her about Zander from the beginning and don’t leave anything out. We really are like sisters, we tell each other everything.
When I finish telling her about this morning she gives me a smug smile. “I told you I was going to enjoy sitting back for a change and watching you fall in love. It’s usually the other way around and I’m so thrilled it’s not me this time. I’ve sworn off men for a while, well until Charlie falls madly in love with me,” she shoots me a wink.
“I don’t know Ash, he is so different than anyone else I’ve ever dated. I can see myself falling for him, hard, and that scares the shit out of me. He’s a huge celebrity, I don’t want to get my heart broken.”
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