𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙖𝙙

Chapter 33: Hiding away

♦ ♢ ♦ Kaitlyn ♦ ♢ ♦

That bitch thinks she's got him. That fucking fool.

And Xavier's voice, his possessiveness when I'd talked about Carter has made me hot and bothered.

So when I hear the locks turning in his room, see him slipping in, I can't help myself.

He's seen me already.

I need to see him too. It's only fair.

I beeline for him, making him halt. Then I'm pushing him into the door, kissing him like I'm dying and he's my air.

He groans out loud, his hands gripping my ass.

I break off. "You don't like the idea of me with someone else?"

"No," he growls, his grey eyes glowing.

I smile. "Me neither," I roam my hands all over him. And jealously takes over at the fact that so many girls have seen him, and I still haven't, which makes my smile drop.

"What is it?" He frowns, clearly flustered. His dick is hard. He's ready for me, but won't give me what I want.

I drop down to my knees, challenging him to stop me with a defiant look in my eyes. "Why are you making me wait?" I grab the waistband of his cargo pants.

His eyes widen as I open the button and then tug the trouser down, his black boxers hiding him away from me. "Kaitlyn," he breathes, and I see the need in his eyes.

Well, he's already made me come for him. If I'm not getting sex, I could return the favor at least.

"Don't hide from me," I repeat what he said to me, my heart in my throat. This is it. I tug his boxers down and my breath hitches at the sight.

Holy hell.

If I could describe the perfection that is Xavier Altson, I'd fail. There are no words for him. A fallen angel. Sin incarnate.

He fully steps out of the material, his eyes caressing me. "Your shirt," I say, and he pulls it off.

Something about having him fully naked while staying fully dressed and having him at my mercy is thrilling.

I run a finger on the underside of his dick, watching it twitch. "Kaitlyn," he growls.

"You're so soft," I say in awe. "And warm." He's burning up, his abs contracting in front of my face. His strong thighs and calves taught as I touch the head.

"Kaitlyn," he says on a choked breath.

"Tell me how you like it," I say.

"Fuck, baby. You're making it impossible to think," he throws his head back, when I wrap my fingers around him.

I move forward, unable to resist the urge to taste him.

He bucks his hips when I lick. He looks down at me unhinged, and it makes me go crazy. I put his head in my mouth, keep my hand wrapped around the base, because there's no way I'll be able to take him fully into my mouth.

His hands cup both my cheeks, his gaze predatory. "Suck," he says, and I do it, hollowing out my cheeks.

He groans, the sound full of need and want. "I want to fuck this mouth, Kaitlyn. Will you let me be your first?"

"For everything," I say on his dick, and he smiles.

"Relax your throat, baby."

I do as he asks, and then he's slow when he starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, and I grab his thigh for support, feeling the tension of him holding back.