Family Business

20. Striptease

**Xavier POV**

Red had seriously been irritating me this entire time. She knew she was taunting me that first day, and had the nerve to act surprised when I shut it down. She'd been mad at me since, but she seemed to forgive fairly easy to keep the peace.

My little submissive brat.

I made every attempt to make her as jealous as I seemed to feel. I flirted openly in front of her, girl after girl. I'm not even really sure she noticed most of the time, if at all. She was oblivious to it. When that one dumb broad confronted her, I was flipping out. How dare she go over there. Even worse, Red told her to piss off and fuck me already, letting everyone know that 1. I was watching her, and 2. She wanted nothing to fucking do with me.

She had disappeared with Blaine and my love drunk brother to a party, which actually allowed me to focus on getting my dick wet without a distraction. That's what I really needed. A release to stop thinking about her. I had always wanted her to stop with the coverups and other nonsense, be attractive and show it off. But trotting around in that purple bikini, the unholy amount of eyes she got on her, damn. I was so unprepared for just how distracting she would be to me. Especially because I desperately wanted to flaunt her around and let everyone know she was mine.

I managed to convince some bottled redhead knockoff to come back to my place. But I just didn't have the heart to fuck her, which was sickening. How did she manage to get under my skin like this? I was Xavier Stone, playboy, heir to Stone Enterprises, badass and cold businessman, future CEO. Yet I couldn't even fuck a girl because I was so hung up on her. I don't think I'd be able to last another summer of pretending like there was nothing between us. And I guess, physically, right now there was nothing. But the chemistry and electricity that crackled between us was unmistakable. I needed more.

The girl I drug home was doing fine enough to distract me. I was kind of neurotic when we started, checking her mouth and making sure she was clean before I started anything. Then went to town on her face. My heart just wasn't in it though. My mind drifted to my Red, like it had in the past months of me getting any action. I imagined her every curve, those dimples, her sweet red trimmed pussy. I wanted her so badly it hurt, and imagining her instead of whoever I was with was a substitute to violently fucking her if I ever got my hands on her.

So imagine my surprise when I'm imagining fucking her face instead, and I crack my eyes opened to her stunned expression, watching me. I don't know how but I just suddenly felt my skin prickle, like I had an audience. And I boldly looked her right in the eyes, my head filling with thoughts about filling her mouth which hung open. I could tell she was drunk, but better than the haze in her eyes was the obvious lust. Desire was burning through her as much as it was me. I knew she wasn't made from stone, she had to crave that gratification she knew I could give her. I barreled towards my release like a runaway train, looking straight into her eyes with a heated purpose. I couldn't help but fill that girl's mouth while looking directly at the one I really wanted, a groan slipping through me at the sight of it. I think she knew right when I finished too, because that's when she finally managed to run off.

I got the girl out as soon as I could, even if she was confused and hurt about my sudden change of heart. I went directly to Red's room, hearing the shower running. She took a long fucking time in there. Dark thoughts swirled in my head about it, too. Was she touching herself or something? Did the desire finally flood her veins so heavily that she couldn't take it anymore? I patiently waited, hearing the water turn off and thinking it had to be soon. Next time, I vowed that I wouldn't wait. I'd be going in there to watch. I deserved it anyway, after so diligently washing her and having so much restraint.

She screamed seeing me, her cheeks flushing and immediately trying to return to the bathroom from whence she came. I stopped her immediately, reeling her back to me. I gripped her face to bring her eyes to me, but she clenched them shut defiantly. I could tell she was pretty drunk. Not wasted, and not at that state where she'd forget, but enough to make her sway before me.