MORE THAN FRIENDS

Three

“If you need anything, I’ll be in the next room,” Xavier said, rising to leave again, but Aaliyah only held him closer. Her arms tightened around his frame.

“Xavier… stay.”

She moved to seat herself on his vacant lap, then shifted into a more ‘comfortable’ position. Her back was pressed to his chest, over his palpitating heart, with her head safely resting on his strong shoulder. Xavier simply watched, expressionless even as she’d taken his hand to hold, lacing their fingers together. They were facing the mirror directly. It was dark but Xavier’s bed was positioned just so that the moonlight filtered in, softly falling on their skin when the moon peeked out of the clouds and into his room through the large windows, and the sheer flimsy curtains that fluttered when the gentle breeze intruded, bringing with it, the calm of the night. The moonlight illuminated their skin with a sliver glow, and Xavier couldn’t tear his gaze away from the reflection in the mirror even as he left a series of butterfly kisses on her bare shoulder. The misbuttoned shirt that Aaliyah was clad in slid off ever so slightly to expose more of her skin. His arm slid ‘round her waist and his larger hand squeezed her smaller one gently. Aaliyah’s breathing had become uneven and Xavier was aware, which was why his kisses quickly became wetter, sounding slick against her ear. She mewled.

It was that easy for him to give in. For both of them to give into each other.

They knew where this was headed. It wasn’t their first time together. They weren’t children anymore. They weren’t dumb.

Xavier liked the view. Aaliyah knew even though her eyes were closed. Her lips were lush, red and parted; her cheeks were heated and dusted rosy; her hair was coiled into beautiful curls. She was so doll-like, so heedlessly and wantonly yearning for Xavier’s touch and more. He must’ve read her mind because his hand which was previously caressing her waist had slipped beneath the shirt that she was wearing, his shirt, allowing his fingers to roam freely over her belly and then further up. Her breath hitched. His fingertips traced the soft curves of her breasts. Aaliyah gasped sharply as Xavier’s fingers froze, then slowly moved away; however, they returned to retrace the fiery trail they left behind on her skin once he was done doing away with the buttons on her shirt.

Xavier was so careful, so meticulous with the way he handled her body with the utmost care, as though she were fragile, as though she would easily break… as though her body was made of glass…

There was something so erotic in the way his fingers studied every inch of satin skin underneath calloused pads that explored without inhibitions.

“You can’t wear my shirt… say whatever the f**k you want and not expect me to…”

“Xavier… I’m…”

“Hush… It’s okay… I know, baby girl.”

Was this normal?

‘Those collarbones have been driving me crazy all night,’ he wanted to say. How would she react?

Has he ever been this possessive of Rosie? He wondered as his slender fingers were wrapped firmly around her delicate neck, his hot breath falling over her skin like heated caresses each time he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her silken strands that his nose was buried in. His teeth dragged on the flesh where her neck met her shoulder, fully intending to leave a mark of blooming red with hues of purples and blues.

Her head tipped back as her body grew pliant and willing for his taking.

Xavier’s hand that was once clasped in Aaliyah’s, released her smaller one, then moved in between her trembling thighs to indulge in them fully, fingertips pressing over the more supple inner part, inching closer to where she was hot with need. His fingertips slipped underneath the lace and Aaliyah’s back curved minutely, instinctively. “Please…” She mouthed softly with a shudder. “Please what, baby?” He teased, his voice dropping an octave. It made Aaliyah’s pulse race.

The slow push and pull of Xavier’s fingers was agonising; the calloused pads of his fingers pressing up against her warm velvety walls, the digits spreading and curling, and Aaliyah found her hips desperately moving to the rhythm of his erratic fingers.

“If you move, I’ll stop.” Xavier warned, his grip on the base of her throat tightening with applied pressure but not enough to cut the air off her lungs.

“Xavier… please.” She pleaded. Her cries were broken, she trembled as he willed for herself to cease her movements. Xavier’s eyes were hooded. Consumed with lust, his otherwise beautiful brown orbs darkened. Aaliyah could get off of Xavier’s fingers alone, but tonight, she wanted more.

Laying her down on the mattress, Xavier’s face settled between Aaliyah’s thighs and her fingers were entangled in his soft locks as he began sucking marks on her luscious inner thighs. She wasn’t going to stay long enough in the morning for him to admire them later, but he might as well anyway. She gave his hair gentle, encouraging tugs as her eyes rolled back, whimpers spilled from her mouth, her breath hitched and her grip on his hair grew tighter when he shifted his focus onto the wet spot on her underwear… She was soaked through, and she was too needy to even be embarrassed by it anymore. Pushing the offending lace to the side, Xavier looked up at Aaliyah, his dark gaze told her more than his words ever would. She nodded simply, succumbing to her desires. She couldn't bear the way she throbbed down there, she wanted him so badly. Before she could process what was happening, Xavier lapped up at her folds eagerly before he’d pushed his tongue through right where she wanted it. A delicious moan escaped her lips. “Oh God… Xavier…” She attempted to close her legs, but Xavier wouldn't let her, he held them apart as he ate her out voraciously and she had all been reduced into moans and whimpers.

Just when she thought she was about to see stars, Xavier pulled away, running his tongue over his spit-slicked swollen lips and Aaliyah must’ve been twice as crazy, but the way the vein on his neck protruded when he bit down on his nether lip made him look even sexier. She forgot to cuss at him, too occupied with how f****d out she looked in the mirror and how the rippling muscles on Xavier’s back flexed each time he moved. She rubbed her legs together and moaned. She didn’t want the night to end.

There was always lube and condoms tucked away in Xavier’s drawers. It made Aaliyah wonder if he brought girls home more often than she’d imagined. It only made sense that way, because he was handsome after all. All the girls on campus fawned over him. Was she jealous?

Aaliyah’s tongue was parched, so was the roof of her mouth.

Xavier crashed his lips with hers, the tip of his tongue poked at the seams of her lips. When Aaliyah parted her lips with a moan and his tongue intruded, licking into her mouth languidly, feverishly, she tasted herself. Xavier drew back and replaced his tongue by shoving his fingers into her pretty little mouth. Drool dribbled from the corners of her lips. Eagerly she sucked, knowing exactly where those fingers had been. It was filthy but she liked it. “Good girl.” He cooed.

It was stupid. Xavier shouldn't make Aaliyah feel this good, but he does. And she’s left aching for more each and every time. “Mmm… daddy.”

Xavier hissed at the nickname. “Do you like that, daddy?” Aaliyah echoed, sucking provocatively on his fingers and giggling. That was all it took for Xavier to lose all self control. He kissed her again, this time more urgent than the last. He was rough, all teeth and tongue. He wouldn’t stop until he’d devoured her entirely.

"Daddy-Daddy- I want you, please…" She pleaded in between moans, hands reaching out to palm the tent in his pants. He groaned and grabbed her wrist, as if warning her. "Hush, baby…" He mumbled, wrapping her legs around his waist as he’d deftly done away with his belt. Hearing the sound of the button of his jeans pop, she shivered. More shivers ensued when she heard the zip being pulled down. A butchered moan was drawn out from her as he pushed into her warm velvety wall. He was rock hard, throbbing as he rubbed her insides with his d**k. it was then when she’d realised, they were doing it without a condom but before she could say anything, he’d begun to move in and out of her, pushing in deeper each time. It felt too good for her to think of anything else. Her mind went blank. “You feel so good, baby… so tight…" he grunted and groaned with each thrust. He made her feel so full. He filled her up so perfectly, hitting all the right spots, making her moan as loudly as he wanted her to as if he wanted everyone to know what he was doing to her. As if he wanted everyone to know how good he made her feel. He knew her so well, it frightened her.

By the time they were done their bodies were glistening and were set delicately aglow with the sliver light of the moon peering in unabashed when they were done. Xavier kept Aaliyah close, pulled her head to his chest as he gently stroked her sweat-damp tresses after cleaning her up. He planted an affectionate kiss on her temple.

“We’re a mess, aren’t we?”

“I know we are…”

“I’m tired… I think I’m sleepy.” She said, nodding off.

“Are we going back to normal after this?” Each word is drawn out in an exasperated whisper, weighing heavy in his heart. Xavier sighed, tucking the stray curls of her hair behind Aaliyah’s ear, his soft gaze falling on her visage with a kind of longing that he couldn’t quite understand or get rid of for that matter. His fingers trailed tenderly over her features that were soft under the roughness of his touch. He drew in another sigh. A deeper one this time. It made no sense. It didn’t have to, not to Aaliyah, at least.

She was asleep. Maybe he’ll ask her next time, but they won’t talk about it.

They never do.