The Bad Jokes #1: The Redhead

Chapter 18: I Fixed The Problem

It's not often you find yourself standing naked in front of a man you've been waiting to find for five long years. A man you've thrown yourself at. A man who brutally rebuffed you with words so cutting that it's amazing you could ever face him again.

But the look on Xane's face when I dropped my tiny pajamas to the ground gave me the courage to stand my ground. To stand there proudly even though inside I was questioning the wisdom of having made my move this way. His intense look was not the look of a man who was disgusted by me, who didn't want me in any way.

No. This was the look of a man who hadn't had a bite of food in a month and had just been presented with a buffet.

This was the face of a man who was ready to eat.

He walked behind me, not saying a word, just lightly trailing his fingers around my waist, then lightly down my ass. He took my long hair, hanging far down my back, in his hand and then wrapped the curls around his fist once, twice, three times and tugged my head back just a bit until his lips were at my ear. 

"I've imagined you naked in front of me so many times, Rory, but I have to say...the reality is even better."

His fist wrapped in my hair still held my head immobile, the slight sting from his grip making the rest of my body especially sensitized. With one fingertip, he traced a line from under my jaw, down my neck, down my chest, over the swell of my breast to the tip of my pebbled nipple. I shivered.

"You're so fucking sexy, Rory," he started talking again in a voice that I swear had dropped three octaves from his normally low tones. "So responsive just from one finger on you. What are you going to do when I drag my tongue down your body, licking you, sucking you, adding my teeth just enough to mark you as mine?" 

I was probably going to collapse.

That fingertip started trailing another line down my body, over my belly, right down until it stopped between my legs.

"I'm going to love tasting this pussy, Rory. I'll worship it with my tongue like it's my fucking job and see how many times I can make you come with my mouth alone. Do you think I can make you come until you're shaking, until you feel like you just can't take any more?"

I don't know, but I sure would like to try.

He turned me around, one hand still in my hair, and pressed me close to him so I could feel how hard he was. "I have been like this around you for weeks, Rory. Take off my shirt."

OK, finally getting to it.

I slowly started to push his shirt up, revealing those amazing abs, his pecs, pushing the shirt up to his neck, at which point he tore it off the rest of the way.

"Now, my little redheaded witch, get on your knees and finish undressing me."

Dropping to my knees, I unzipped him, and pushed his boxer briefs and pants down those thick, muscular thighs until, just like his shirt, he took care of getting out of them the rest of the way and kicked them aside. I trailed a finger down that hard cock of his and his hand suddenly covered mine, stopping me.

"You have no idea how badly I want your hand and mouth on me. But seeing you on your knees in front of me, I need to put off that pleasure. I'm like a fucking bomb about to detonate after the last few weeks of being on-fucking-edge around you, and I need to be in you, witch."

I was definitely on board with that plan. Seeing this beautiful man naked in front of me was making me feel primal. I wanted that cock, that thick, hard, magnificent cock, inside me.

Xane held out his hands to me, and I put mine into his and he told me to stand up. His one hand slid up and around my neck, where he gripped the back of my neck and slowly lowered his mouth to mine.