She reached over and pulled me against her plush mouth. She sucked on my lips one at a time before drawing in a shaky breath. “I’m falling for you too, Evander.” Her lashes rested against her cheeks as her eyes fell shut. “I knew it when the hairs on my arms stood for you. That only happens with Sunshine.” When she opened her eyes, I saw a wet sheen making them sparkle.
She was beautiful. She cracked her ribs open and allowed me to examine her hidden parts. The parts she kept close to her chest. It was all open for my mind and heart to feast on. I wanted to savor them though.
I finally felt close to someone. Like I had a best friend and a lover tied together with silk and cashmere. Warmth and ease.
“I love you, Xari,” I said in an unavoidable rush of truth. She squeezed her eyes shut like she was at the top of a rollercoaster ready to zip down the other side. The unknown side.
“I love you too, Evander.” She opened her eyes to look at me so we could take the plunge together.
I pulled her on top of me. My only concern was feeling her body. Tasting her. Dipping my tongue into her mouth to explore the three words we both shared.
Our kiss tasted different.
Sweeter.
Slower.
Warmer.
I didn’t realize I was starving until I tasted her. She was where she belonged. Right on the tip of my tongue. It didn’t matter which lips I tasted. Xari was sweet everywhere.
Electricity crackled, fusing us together. It was solid and beautiful. I’d deal with the fallout later. Right now, the only thing that mattered was her.
“Fuck me, Evander. Please.” My dick was already stiff and thick pressing against her. The way she rocked back and forth against it made me want to impale her. She knew what it did to me when she said please in that soft voice.
“You’re being such a good girl right now.” I kissed her throat, not shying away from leaving my mark as I went along. She was tender and tasted like sugar everywhere my tongue went.
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” she breathed, rubbing the top of my head while she worked her hips, grinding against my dick.
“Let me hear that shit again, Xari.” She already knew what I wanted.
“I love you, Evander,” she moaned. Fire burned through me.
I plucked open the buttons on her pajamas until her perky tits were staring me in the face. My tongue darted out to slide across one amber plump peak at a time. I took care to kiss, lick, and bite her nipples sending jolts into her. I held my arm across the small of her back, pressing her into me with crushing force while she freed her arms from her pajamas. We were hungry and renewed with fresh passion.
We stripped bare.
Skin on skin.
Heat torched the room, the bed, and anything else that came in contact with us.
I nudged her legs open with my knee then dropped kisses down the length of her body while she moaned and writhed. She was bubbling over with anticipation, touching my head, smoothing her hand over the deep waves of my Caesar haircut while her hips lifted and dropped trying to connect with my mouth.
I placed my hand between her breasts, pinning her down while I French kissed her wet pussy lips, grazing her swollen clit and flicking the barbell. She was so slick and sweet.
“Fuck!” She cursed into the dense air. The simple kiss on her cunt made her grind against my face, painting me with her juices. A crooked smile hung on my lips before I spread her open and sucked her fat clit fully into my mouth. It pulsed against my tongue immediately.
“Evander!” Her voice was a high-pitched squeak of desire and arousal.
“Shh, Miss Lucas. We’re not alone in the house, remember?” I asked between her hot thighs bracketing my face.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “You feel so fucking good, I just want to fuck your face.” She pushed dirty words from between her tightly clenched teeth.
“Fuck my face, baby. If I’m not glistening by the time I come up for air, you’re getting a spanking.” I dove in again and feasted on her like I’d never have nourishment again.
“Oh god, Evander, I’m going to come.” I felt the muscles in her thighs tense against my face. I already knew she was close. She fucked my tongue like it was my dick while it dipped in and out of her entrance. My fingers played with her stiff nub while I drank from her fountain, getting drunk on her pussy.
The instant my tongue touched her pierced clit again, she exploded in a tangle of trembles. My name spilled over her full lips. I soaked it all in while I watched from her pussy. I was relentless, still holding suction on her sensitive nub while she came. I only let go when tears streaked her cheeks.
“Is my face wet?” I asked her. Her heavy lids were half-closed when she looked at me. “Open those pretty eyes, Xari.”
“Yes, it’s wet,” she said. “I want to taste.” The wicked gleam in her espresso pools made my cock twitch. I pressed my mouth to hers and her hungry tongue slicked across my lips, tasting herself. She moaned at the delicate sweetness.
While she sucked my lips clean, I slid my cock along her slit. Every time we connected, she jolted. She was so hot and wet. If I kept sliding against her like that, I was going to bust a nut all over her stomach.
“Evander, please fuck me,” she begged. I didn’t need to hear it twice. I slipped into her easily because she was so fucking slick.
The headboard clapped against the wall while I drove into her. She wrapped around me so tightly I had to shut my eyes just to focus on making her come before I exploded.
“Fuck, Xari. Your pussy feels so good.” I dropped my forehead to hers and hammered into her deep and hard, forcing the headboard to applaud us. Her nails scraped against my skin the more inches I fed her needy pussy.
Nasty, explicit moans kissed my ears while her walls squeezed around my girth. “You’re going to fucking kill me,” she groaned as I pulled out to tap my shiny cock against her clit. The wet noises coming from between her thighs made goosebumps fan out on my skin.
“From pleasure or from this big dick splitting you in half?” I asked, easing the tip into her sensitive entrance.
“Both,” she cried, lifting her hips to meet me. We kissed while I plunged inside again. I devoured those sweet sugar-coated moans until Xari’s body went stiff with an impending orgasm.
My lips and teeth found her neck and she shattered like a pane of glass. “Goddammit, Xari,” I groaned. She came so hard that I came right behind her. We both fell to pieces while we let go.
“I love you, Evander,” she cried while I pulsed inside of her.
“I love you too,” I breathed, kissing her forehead. Her sweat and pussy juices mixed on my lips. It was her perfect essence. It danced on my tongue like a story of sex, love, and whiskey.
I knew after that I’d never let go of her.
She was my match.
My flame.
She was the iron in my blood. The wetness in my mouth. The dreams threading through the fabric of my sleep.
I was hooked.
I was in love.
…
TWENTY
I was never nervous about playing the harp for people but knowing I was getting ready to play at my first paid gig had me on edge. It wasn’t the fear of transporting Sunshine because she was already delivered and in place, waiting for me.
I was scared I’d fuck up some kind of way. I was good at fucking up when it came to practical application. I’d never messed up during a performance before but that was when playing the harp was only a passion. Now, I was playing for money.
I had bills to pay and debt to work down. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud of me and show them that I was growing up no matter how abrupt the timeline. I wanted to apologize to them for being annoying an oblivious at first.
All my emotions were tied to playing at the Philips’s wedding. I paced the floor in my hotel suite trying to wring my hands out and let the nerves drain through my fingertips. The rest of the payment from the Phillips would help me put a nice amou
nt of money on my credit card and it would take care of my car note for a couple of months. I’d never paid a bill in advance so I was excited.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror with my palm pressed flat to my stomach. “You can do this, Xari. It’s just like the recitals and performances you’ve been doing your entire life.” I stared into my own dark eyes and pushed out a shaky breath. I’d performed on TV before for talk show hosts and news anchors. I could play at a damn wedding.
A sharp knock on my door made me jump. I dropped my gaze to my phone to check the time. I still had an hour before I had to set up.
I expected to see Frankie when I opened the door to my hotel suite. Instead, it was Evander. The crisp button-down shirt he wore stretched over his chest, hugging his muscles perfectly. His lips bent in a smile and my heart fluttered.
My heart did fucking cartwheels whenever I was around him. I was so glad I finally let my guard down and admitted how I felt about him. I had no idea a weight was settled on my chest until I let my feelings fly and the pressure disappeared.
The only hump we had to get over now was telling Frankie.
“Hey, where’s Frank?” I looked around him and didn’t see my sidekick anywhere.
“She’s in the room.” He gestured to the suite beside mine with a smile. I had no idea how Evander managed to pull off getting joining suites behind my back. He had magic tricks up his sleeve just waiting. He also scored an invite for himself and Frankie to Damon Phillips’ wedding.
Like I said…magic.
“She found a recipe on YouTube so…”
“She’ll be in there for the next hour hunting down ingredients and materials,” I laughed knowingly. I moved aside and let Evander in. My eyes glued themselves to his deliciously strong back.
That man and his devil dick had me fantasizing about being pregnant with his kids. I wondered if we’d have a girl or a boy?
Fuck.
See? That’s what devil dick did to you. It made you fantasize.
“I’m nervous,” I blurted when Evander turned to face me.
“You? The best harp player in the fucking world is nervous?” He grabbed my hips and pulled me in for a hug and a kiss. He knew exactly how to calm me down.
“Yes. What if I fuck up because I’m nervous? I’m not used to dealing with jitters before a performance.”
Evander chuckled and put his hands on my shoulders so he could stare directly into my eyes. “Listen, nerves are normal, Xari. Most people get them before they go on stage.”
“I don’t. I get them when I’m practicing a new piece of music but not when I perform.”
“Even the queen of the world gets nervous before she performs,” he smiled.
“So…wait, you now recognize Beyoncé as the queen of the world?”
“For the sake of this conversation,” he laughed.
“Good. Welcome to the Beyhive. You know, for the sake of the conversation.”
“Xari,” he chuckled. “Hear what I’m saying. You’re allowed to be nervous. You’re not perfect…not even when it comes to the harp. You do it in your sleep though. You got this, baby.”
“Do I play in my sleep?” I asked, tucking away his sweet words so they were close to my heart.
“You do. I’ve watched your fingers move in your sleep. Once you even lifted your arms like you do when you get ready to play.”
“You watched me sleep-play?” I couldn’t shake the awe from my voice. I never had anyone look at me the way Evander was looking at me. Like I was all that was good and right with the world. “God, you’re so fucking cute, Evander.” I bounced up on my tiptoes and pulled his face close to mine for a kiss.
I didn’t expect our little kiss to explode into a frenzy of hands, lips, and teeth. I should have though. We were the embodiment of any time, any place. Our passion was unchecked and neither of us cared to check it.
He was cobalt and I was a magnet. Helplessly drawn in and stuck to him.
Evander was careful not to mess up my dress when he picked me up. He sat on the bed with me on top of him. His hard cock pressed against my pussy and I rubbed against it, desperate to feel him any way I could.
“We gotta be quick, Xari.” Evander’s fingers dug into my ass and I nodded. Frankie was only one room over. This was the quickie I needed to help me refocus. Evander had become the easiest way for me to recharge.
“Quick. I promise. I just need to feel you split me in two,” I told him, slipping my arms out of the spaghetti straps holding my dress up.
“You know I’m more than happy to help you out.” He undid his belt and pants then wrangled his big dick out. I bit my lip when I looked between us. I would never understand how something so huge fit inside of me without tearing me to pieces.
I lifted up and eased down on him slowly, letting my walls acclimate to his size in increments. A moan rolled from my throat when he was all the way in.
My head fell forward so Evander and I were forehead to forehead. “Goddammit,” he breathed when my hips moved, adjusting him between my slick walls. I moved up and down on top of him in fast beats.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Our eyes locked in a heated tangle. The stars in his eyes twinkled for me and only me. Was this how it felt to fuck someone you were in love with?
I understood all the lacy love songs I played on my harp now. I felt them settling into my marrow.
Staring at Evander while I rode his dick was like staring into the universe. His eyes were dark and beautiful with so many possibilities.
“I love you,” I said, my forehead wrinkling in a frown from trying to talk while he filled me to the brim.
“I love you too, baby.” He tipped his head up a caught my bottom lip with his teeth.
My ass clapped against him the faster I went. He felt so good. So hard. So fucking thick.
He was careful of my dress, gently bunching it around my waist. I knew how hard it was for him not to tear and shred it to get me naked. I appreciated his consideration. It only made me love him more. He always paid attention to the tiny things.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” I warned. His warm mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking and nibbling until it was so hard my breast ached. The dash of pain mixed with pleasure sent me over the edge.
“Oh my god, Evander. Fuck me!” I whined as my orgasm thickened and turned fluid at my core. It was lava churning inside. It came spilling out when he pressed his teeth against my other nipple.
I climaxed without objection. He came right after me exploding. Throbbing.
“Shit, girl…” He breathed, against my open mouth.
“You said you wouldn’t!” The voice smacked into me like a fucking bat.
Frankie.
I scrambled off Evander and looked to the bedroom door. Frankie stood there with tears in her big brown eyes. Evander grabbed a blanket to cover himself while I hurried to slip my arms into my straps.
“Frank, I…”
“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me anything! You lied to me!” Each word was an icepick in my heart. She rushed out of the bedroom and I ran after her but she was quicker than me. She disappeared through the door joining my suite with her and Evander’s.
The door slammed with a thud in my face. I jumped at the sound, my chest heaving. Needles dug beneath my skin and heat burned my cheeks.
“Fuck!” Evander growled, rounding the corner. His shirt was still un-tucked. His eyes were a mixture of pain and regret. I hoped the regret wasn’t because of us. That would break my heart.
“I’m gonna talk to her,” he sighed, sliding his hands down his face.
“I’ll come, I said. My entire body was vibrating with adrenaline.
“No…just let me do this, Xari.” When he disappeared through the door too, I felt alone and heavy with guilt.
I should have talked to Frankie about how I felt about her father at least a little bit. Maybe enough to let her know I thought he was fine.
Someth
ing.
The girl had no idea Evander and I were even attracted to each other. I knew she was hurting and I wanted to wrap my arms around her and apologize. I needed to explain how complicated shit like this was. I wanted to beg her to forgive me.
After a few minutes ticked by, I moved from my spot in front of the adjoining door and sat quietly on the couch in the sitting room. My posture was loose and my face held no expression. Everything on me felt too heavy. I was stuck underwater with no way out.
I couldn’t feel like this before my performance. It would be awful. I’d have no way of connecting to anything I played because my thoughts would be on Frankie. I had to try talking to her at least. I only had twenty minutes before I had to set up and forty-five minutes before the wedding began.
I tried to use the joining door but it was locked from the other side. I knocked a few times and waited. After what seemed like forever but was probably only seconds, Evander opened the door. His face still told the story of conflict.
“She’s not speaking to me,” he said. Desperation sifted through his words. “She locked herself in the bathroom, called me disgusting and now she won’t come out. How the fuck did I let this happen, Xari?” I stepped into the room and rubbed his back.
“You didn’t do it by yourself, Evander.” I wrapped my arms timidly around him to see if he’d hug me back. When he returned my squeeze, I pushed out a pent-up breath. “Let me try talking to her.” I wrung my hands and moved to the bathroom. I felt every ounce of tension bleeding through the closed door.
“Frankie?” I knocked and pressed my ear to the door.
“Leave me alone. I don’t ever want to talk to you again.” I chewed on my bottom lip and tried to sidestep the blow. It still caught me though.
“Well, that’s not how best friends work,” I told her.
“Yeah. I know. We’re not best friends though.”
Another blow.
“Please open the door so we can talk. I’m sorry you walked in on that.”
Nothing.
Silence.
Ice.
I dropped my head and stretched my hand out over the cool door. Evander tugged me backward and shook his head. “She needs time. She won’t stay in there forever.” His words did little to calm my aching heart.
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