Can’t Fight Love

Chapter 11

Xavier took a second to process what I was offering. He smiled, then gently kissed me. He held me there for a moment and I got all I needed to know out of that kiss. 

When he pulled away, the hungry look in his eyes excited me. He turned my body around and pushed my shoulder down so I was bent over. 

I f*****g loved the fact he takes control. I spread my legs just far enough, and while he has one hand on my hip, his other is guiding his hard c**k to my p***y. I reach through my legs guide his c**k to my core. 

Xavier lets out a moan as the head of his hard on enters me and I gasp. In one movement he thrusts inside me.

“Oh my god,” I breathe in. His c**k feels phenomenal. I feel my body adjusting around him as he moves slowly at first, each thrust deeper and deeper. Xavier starts to pick up pace and I feel my body start to lose control. 

Xavier grabs my hair and pulls me upward so I’m basically standing. He presses me up against the shower wall. One hand on my throat, pulling me to the side so Xavier’s mouth can kiss and nibble on my neck, while the other hand has found my c**t and is working it in small circular motions, and He has found a fantastic pace as he keeps thrusting deep inside me. 

I feel my toes begin to curl as I place my hands on the walls, pushing my ass back into him. 

“f**k, Victoria,” Xavier breathes into my ear, “you feel so f*****g good.” 

As soon as his worlds hit me, I couldn’t control it, “Oh Xavier,” and the first orgasm rushed over me. 

“Oh yeah, baby,” he breathes, he can feel what is happening, “c*m on my dick.” 

And I succumbed to the most intense orgasm ever. It washed over me like the hot water coming down on us. I wanted him more. Harder. Deeper. 

I turn our bodies so I have room to bend over and I do just that. Xavier’s hands grip my hips, and he starts pumping hard into my core. My t**s are bouncing fiercely. My eyes are rolling back into my head and I’m letting the orgasms just was over me. 

“Fuckkkk Xavierrrr,” and he’s hammering my core. 

“Oh my god, I’m gonna c*m,” he breathes heavy and I quickly pull his c**k out of my p***y, turn to him and drop to my knees. I quickly put his c**k into my mouth and start sucking, pumping his d**k with one of my hands while the other gently massage his balls. 

Xavier places his hands on the walls to steady himself. 

I Move my tongue at the base of his balls and lick all the way to the top of his d**k. Then I open my mouth to put as much of his c**k into my mouth as I can. I can’t get it all but I get far. 

I keep pumping until I feel his c**k become just a little bigger. 

“Oh my goooddddd,” Xavier heaves and I feel the warm c*m hit the back of my throat and slides down. I keep pumping my hands in his mouth as Xavier shakes. I suck a little more, making sure I get every drop and I look up at Xavier while his c**k is in my mouth. He looks down at me, running his fingers through my hair. 

Once I’m sure he’s done cumming, I give his c**k one last lick and I stand up. 

Our eyes meet, and I smirk. Xavier has the most surprised face. 

“What?” I ask nonchalantly as if I didn’t just suck his soul out through his p***s. I let the water wash my body off. 

“Hands down one of the top three best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten.” He smiles. “I’m gonna get out and go lay down,” Xavier let’s out a light laugh, “l’m a little dizzy.”

I reach up on my tiptoes and give him a kiss on the cheek. “K, I’ll be right out,”

Xavier looks at me astonished, and then gets out of the shower. 

“Hey,” I call to him as he’s drying off, “I left my overnight bag in the living room..” and before I could finish, I head the door open and Xavier walked out.

I turn the water off and grab the towel. As I’m stepping out, he returns, smiling, holding my brown leather tote. 

“Thanks,” I smile. Xavier turns to brush his teeth, put deodorant on and He leaves me in the bathroom.  I apply my lotions and sprays and get ready for the evening. I throw on some cute Pj shorts and a white tank top. I brush my hair and braid it. Tangles in the morning suck so bad. I brush my teeth and clean my mess before heading into the bedroom. 

When I open the door, the sight is amazing. Xavier is under his white, pillowy blanket, bogey is laying at his feet, and the soft glow of the TV makes everything seem more inviting  I smile and start to climb into bed. 

Literally it’s my second night here. It feel so comfortable and homey. 

As I move under the blankets, Xavier puts an arm out and I move to his side. He wraps his arm around me and I’m in the nook. He smells so good and clean, warm like honey but his deodorant adds a slight sandalwood smell and it’s lovely. 

“You know,” his voice vibrates through me, “I kinda like having you here.”

“Mmm?” I reply lazily as I can feel my eyes getting heavy.

“Yeah, except we gotta work on your snore.” He laughed out. 

I shot up right, pinched his exposed n****e and while he helped and chuckled, I exclaimed, “I do NOT snore!” 

Xavier was still laughing, “oh no? What was that noise last night?”

“I f*****g purr if anything,” and I laid back down, moving away from his grasp, stubbornly.

“Im only joking,” he is still chuckling now reaching for me to pull back into him. 

“Nope,” a flip over, “now guess who’s not spending the night anymore?” 

“Oh yeah?” And then suddenly his hands and his mouth were attacking me with kisses and tickles. He was on top of me quickly, “im not sure,” he kissed my neck and tickled my sides.

“XAVIER!” I was laughing and yelling at the same time.

“I can’t let you leave if you say you’re not coming back.” And he continued to kiss and tickle me. 

“Stop!!” I beg. Im way too ticklish. 

“Take it back!” He urged. His kisses had turned softer, and his tickling had turned to caresses. 

“I may need more convincing,” I reply slyly. Relishing in his touches. 

Xavier moves his mouth from my jaw, then slid the strap to my tank top over my shoulder and loved his lips, kissing my collar bone. 

“Say you’ll come back,” Xavier’s voice is strained, soft. 

“Ok,” I don’t even hesitate. He lifts his head to meet my face. 

“Promise?” Xavier looks child-like, his green eyes eager. 

“Yes,” I cup his face and lean in for a kiss. His lips are warm. He hovers over me, kissing, for just another moment.

“Good.” He pulls back and lays back down. “Now, lets get some sleep. I have work in the morning.”

“God you’re old.” I laugh and roll over. 

That night I didn’t dream. That’s not typical. In fact, I usually have some kind of nightmare. My brain is so hyperactive, to get a restful night’s sleep is nearly impossible, except now I JF two back to back. 

I work up at 6am, my internal alarm clock always goes off at this time. I wake up in what looks like clouds, but it’s pillows and the big blanket. I look over to find Xavier still asleep. 

God he’s so f*****g hot. The profile of his face, his strong jaw, his thick eyebrows, the what his hair looks whiter in the morning, the sun shining through the windows and the sound of the rushing water and I wonder, how did I get so f*****g lucky? 

I smiled, and I slid my hand under the blanket towards him. I felt his warm leg, over his thigh, and then I felt his massive hard on. The excitement was almost too much for me. 

“What are you gonna do with that?” Xavier’s deep voice was a little scratch and scared the s**t out of me. 

“How long have you been awake?” I asked 

“Since your cold fingers touched my thigh,” he peeked out of the side of his eye, watching me. 

I chuckle, “well I was gonna wake you up with a blow job...” I trail off. 

Immediately, the covers fly back and Xavier is sliding his black boxer briefs off. His hard erection popping upward. God it was f*****g perfect. 

I grab his shaft, pull it to the side and lick his d**k from base to tip. His warm c**k filled my mouth as a little bit of precut dripped. I licked it up, savoring the saltiness. The best kind of blow jobs are given by girls who love giving them. 

And I loved sucking his d**k. 

I put his erecting in my mouth and start pumping my hand and my mouth at the same time. 

It only takes minutes and I feel his c**k pulse and then, “oh f**k victoriaaaa,” and the warm saltiness of his nut fills my mouth. His body is shaking as each wave of c*m surges out of his c**k. I lick his c**k clean and stand up. 

“Where are you going?” He opens his eyes to watch me. I say nothing. 

I go to the bathroom, grab a cloth, and get it damp with warm water. 

I then head back to the bedroom where Xavier is motionless on his bed, c**k still out. His eyes are fixed on me with curiosity. 

I take his d**k in one hand and gently wipe it with the warm cloth. 

“Oh my f*****g god,” Xavier moans. I wipe his balls, shaft and head, gingerly. Smiling, thinking about how much pleasure this p***s has brought me in such a short amount of time. 

When I finished I got up and walked back to the bathroom. I threw the cloth in the hamper and brushed my teeth quickly. 

I walked out to the warm kitchen. The sun was beaming through the sliding glass door and turned everything a golden hue. I look around the kitchen, and spot the coffee pot. 

I start making coffee and I hear Xavier get up. He walks into the kitchen with just his boxer briefs. The golden hue hits him and he looks like a f*****g god. His muscles are so perfect, his golden tanned skin, his black hair with the white peppered on the sides and some on the top. I smile because his hair is lighter for some reason. 

“I don’t have work this morning,” I begin and he walks up behind me. I’m washing out the coffee pot and Xavier wraps his arms around my waist, placing his face in my neck. “Are you hungry? Sorry I have to have coffee right away, so..” and I trail off as his kisses take me over. 

Xavier pauses and releases me. I continue to make coffee, “I usually just have coffee and an apple or banana for breakfast.” 

“Of course you do,” and I turn to him, “with a body like that..” and I turn back to the coffee. 

He chuckles. 

“I’m just gonna make some coffee and then pack up and head home,” I let him know my plans for some reason. 

“I mean I have work, but you don’t have to rush.” He states simply. 

“Yeah well I’m meeting Anna for lunch then I’m working at the cigar lounge tonight.” And I press the start of the machine. I turn to him and I realize his s**t eating grin is wide. “What?” I ask nervously. 

“Does that mean you’ll come here after?” His voice is deep and I recognize the hunger in his eyes. I smile.

“Well I mean, three nights in a row, that’s a bit excessive, no?” I chuckle. 

“No,” he says deeply and I feel my knees quiver. He walks to me, kisses my forehead, then turns away and says, “I’m taking a shower and going to work, take your time here, don’t lock the doors when you leave.” And he shuts the bathroom door. 

My whole f*****g world is rocked right now.