Page 48 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“Then, consider me happy. This is about us.”

“But what are we gonna tell the guys out there?”

“Why should we say anything at all? We walk out whenever we want to, I have a huge smile because, like I said, I’m happy. They won’t ask questions.”

“But we didn’t—”

“Xav, what do you want? To win a stupid competition or to be us?”

Smiling, Xavier checked his phone and flung me onto my back. The bed bouncing with the force. “Who says I can’t do both.”

His lips leisurely made their way from mine, down my chest, a small detour just to remind my breasts they were still loved. All the while, his hands ripped down my panties, and bunched up my skirt. By the time his lips met my thighs, there was no hiding how much I craved this man.

“I wanna try something new. Are you up for it?”

“Keep kissing me there, and I’ll be up for anything,” I moaned. Fisting the sheets. Willing him to start and never wanting him to stop. Clock and competition be damned. Gentle kisses to my thighs turned into playful, soft bites.

“Scream it green, or I’ll stop.”

“Green.”

Xavier’s fingers opened me while kisses still rained. Finding my spot and bringing me close without preamble.

“Scream it,” he paused long enough to remind me.

“Green, oh my word, green.”

His drenched fingers trailed towards my ass. We’d never! I’d never!

“Scream it.”

“Amber.” He stopped moving between my cheeks, but his tongue pushed forward. “Green, I mean green.”

He started again, drenching his fingers, using his tongue and then dragging his fingers up to my ass.

“Green.” My heart raced, I’d never done anything back there before. But I trusted Xavier. And it felt, surprisingly natural.

With one hand massaging my clit, his tongue inside, I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I’d come. My body knew how to respond to every part of Xavier, and knowing he was satisfied took away any guilt of wanting him to come with me. Still, nothing prepared me for the shock thrust of one finger.

“Green, oh, fucking green.”

I almost broke his hand, my hips jerking up with the power of—what the hell was that! Still, he didn’t let go. Massaging, sucking and fingering me in all the places that had set my body on fire.

“Scream it,” he paused to draw breath.

“Xavier, Xavier, Xav.”

He didn’t stop, sending me over the edge again and again. Any time I thought I could relax and figure out what the fuck just happened, and figure out why it had taken so fucking long, he did it again. And so did I.

“Enough, please, enough.” I eventually tried to sit up, needing to kiss him. To thank him for somehow making this the best night of my life. Somehow, we’d hit a roadblock, and instead of disintegrating, we’d smashed through. Finding and connecting at another new level, we’d fucked and we’d made love.

“Sydney?”

“I just want to lie here with you, okay?”

“Two secs, I just need some water.”

“You can have anything you want.” I called after him. Not surprisingly, he returned with the bottle of champagne and two bottles of water.

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