Can’t Fight Love

Chapter 16

"We also need to eat," Xavier awkwardly chuckles as he avoids my stare. He took the plates into the living room, sat down on the oversized brown leather couch and place the plates on the coffee table. "Will you grab our drinks?" 

I grab them. I realize he doesn't want to have any confrontation, unfortunately for him, that's not how I roll. Communication is key, I learned that from my divorce. I would never wish divorce on anyone, especially when children are involved, but man, there were lessons I have learned because of this experience and I don't think I would have. I know it will make me a better partner to the right person and I am grateful for my failed first marriage in a weird, twisted way.

But, I can take a hint. He doesn't like confrontation apparently. And I like him. So, new plan of attack.

"You're a really good guy," I begin

"No, I'm not." He interrupts me. 

I c**k an eyebrow and swivel my head at him, "Oh no?"

"No." he says without emotion and takes a bite of his food. 

"Ok," I say hesitantly, "well.. I am not really a committed relationship kind of girl..."

"Perfect," he replies in between bites. 

"I just want to be honest," I continue, "my daughters come home in two weeks, my schedule is crazy.." I ramble.

"Ok," he continues to eat without looking at me. 

I stare for just a moment, unsure of how I feel. I am irritated by his sudden lack of anything. 

"Well," I put on a smile and change the subject, "This looks delicious, thank you." Gratitude for the little things, another reason why my marriage failed. 

"No big deal," Xavier is cold, "I needed to eat too."

There is a knot in my stomach. Something isn't right. He's upset? Angry? I am about to put my plate down and contemplate leaving when he puts his fork down and sighs.

"I am sorry," he begins. His deep voices shakes me and I suddenly feel like every word he's about to speak is the air and I need it. It took years for my ex to finally apologize for anything, and here Xavier was, I am not even sure what he's sorry for exactly. "I absolutely hate people in my personal business," 

"I am sorry too," I begin, "I wasn't even prepared for it."

"First Kitty," Xavier begins tiredly, "Then John's texting me," and he looks at me, my stomach is in a knot, "I think he has a thing for you," he shakes his head, "sick f**k, he's getting married."

"I know," I sigh, but I am NOT f*****g telling Xavier about John. 

I will take that s**t to my grave. Deny until I die.

"Anyways, I had a shitty day at work," he rested his head back onto the couch and let his eyes close. You could see the stress on this man's body, and I wanted to take it all away suddenly. "And I just wanted a dinner, with you," he peeks a glance at me out the side of his eye before close it again, "and relax," I smiled at him. He just felt the same exact way I did. Xavier continued, "Who knows what this is between us? I am not a label kind of guy. Can we just enjoy each other?" He rolls his head to look at me and our eyes lock. His perfect green precious gems, the exhaustion that sat in his thick eyebrows that framed those beautiful eyes, and one corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

I smiled. I was melting and I wanted him. 

"I would love nothing more than to enjoy you," I raise an eyebrow and push my plate away. I wanted him. No longer hungry, I take a sip of my drink, then turn back to Xavier, "and for you to enjoy me," I say in a more seductive tone. I moved my body, sliding off the couch and onto my knees, placing my hands on Xavier's thighs. I make my way and position myself in between his legs as he sits on his couch. 

Xavier looks down at me. The fire and passion are back in his eyes. He smirks, "I'd love to enjoy you," he lets out with a heavy breath. I seductively slide my hands over the crotch of his pants and  discovered his c**k was hard.

Both my eyebrows raise, "Oh yeah?" as I undo his belt and smile. As I begin to unbutton his pants, he untucks his shirt and I see a glimpse of his stomach, his tan skin, Xavier is a big guy, but his body is a gift from the Gods and just that little area right above the c**k on a man fires me up. I grab the hems of his pants and boxer briefs and I slide them down, taking care of his hard-on and exposing Xavier. 

His p***s is perfect. Proportionate to his balls, length, girth, how perfectly straight it is, and touching it, his skin is so soft. 

"Mmmmm" I involuntarily moan. I look up at Xavier, his white button up shirt more undone exposing his chest, his hair seems a little more disheveled. The fire in his eyes told me everything. His passion for me rivaled mine for his. 

I smirked, then, I ran the tip of my tongue from the back of his ball sack to the very tip of his d**k before taking him into my mouth. His warm girth filled my mouth as I pressed down. His head was hitting the back of my throat, and yet, there was more of him.

Slowly, I began to bob my head, working my hand at the base of his shaft. Rhythmically, moving my hand up and down as I twist. I feel his hand gently work its way through my hair and grab. Xavier wasn't forcing me to move faster, he was just holding on for the ride.

I lifted my head up, and his had slid down to cup my face. Staring into his eyes, this is exactly where I was supposed to be and who I was supposed to be doing this with. 

I tilted my head to the side, and again, sliding my tongue from the base to the tip, and then taking him into my mouth again.

"Oh my f*****g god,"  Xavier let out a deep raspy moan, and I could feel myself getting wetter. I began to move faster, up and down. His hand found my hair again, and I could feel the intensity in his grip.

As I moved faster, I could feel Xavier start to swell in my mouth, his hips began to slightly twitch and his grasp on my hair got a little tighter. Just a little pain and I was so f*****g turned on. 

"Oh... my... don't... stop..."  he struggled to let out. I did exactly as he told me. The anticipation was my favorite part. I played a game, I would always try to pinpoint when a man was about to c*m. 

"Oh.. fuckkkkk..." he let out and I felt the laps of the warm salty liquid hit the back of my throat before I swallowed.

 I kept pumping. His body twitched, his c**k pulsed, and now both hands were on the couch as if he was trying to hold himself down.

I kept pumping. Making sure I got every last drop.

When I thought he was done, I slowly lifted my mouth off his c**k, only to lick it from base to tip again.

"Jesus Christ," he let out. 

Finally, as I stood up, smiling, innocently taking my finger and wiping my lip, Xavier and I locked eyes.

"You know, after that blow job, I would assume you were sent by God.." he chuckled, and I did too.

"Oh yeah? Sounds like there may be a but.." I reply walking into the bathroom to wash my hands and face. I can feel Xavier follow me. 

"Yeah except," he paused, and I looked at him. His fiery green eyes, his tan skin, that s**t eating grin, I could f*****g melt right here. "I am pretty sure you just sucked  my soul out, and that's the Devil's work."

"Interesting." we are both standing in the bathroom, staring, and I place my hand on my hip, "So what is it? Am I sent from God or am I the Devil?" and I chuckle, I wonder how many other men have thought this. 

But I knew the answer. I was going to be as much trouble for him as I already felt he was for me. 

Xavier turns and heads back to the living room, "Not sure yet, want some dinner now? Or are you full?" and we both laugh. I shake my head and follow him.

"Starving," I laugh, "it's called a blow JOB, I worked up an appetite."