Page 73 of Break You

“Jesus, Loaded Boy, I think I preferred it when we hated each other. At least that was all about instant gratification—this is almost worse than when you were actually trying to torment me.”

“Oh really, Angry Girl? Remember be careful—”

I didn’t hear the rest. The roar of my orgasm drowned out his voice and everything around us. I thought I’d reached the apex of climaxes when we’d hate-fucked, but this was next level—billionaire-penthouse level. I was lost in the waves of the aftershocks, spasming around Xavier’s fingers.

“And the thing about appetizers is you’ve got to be careful to leave enough room for the main course...” He pulled his hand away, and got to his knees, moving the tip of his dick to where his digits had just been. “...because that’s always the best part.” With those words he thrust hard into me, and I all-but died.

“Xavier, I can’t—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. My back arched again, and my eyes closed involuntarily.

“Yeah, you can, and you will.”

Fuck, he was a bossy asshole, but he was right. I bent my legs to rest my feet on the bed, and give me leverage to push against him. I reached up and grabbed his butt, pulling him even deeper into me, and we set a punishing rhythm, like we were starving, and this was the last meal we were ever going to eat.

When we came together, this time it was Xavier who lost control.

“Motherfucker!”

I wasn’t sure if Erykah was home or not, but even if she wasn’t, his roar of pleasure could probably be heard on campus, although we were miles away. When he came down a little from his high, he had a goofy, sloppy grin on his face—so different from his normal Master-of-the-Universe demeanor. “So, I’ve decided that my diet is going to consist entirely of at least three meals a day at this restaurant for the rest of my life.”

“Hmm… I don’t know. The service is pretty patchy. I mean, someone mentioned something about dessert, yet I’ve seen no sign of it.” I smirked, knowing I was pushing his buttons.

“Oh really? Is that how you’re going to play it? I might have to change my pet name for you from Angry Girl to Greedy Girl if you carry on like this, but never let it be said that I keep a girl from her dessert…” He rolled on his back, reversing our roles so that he was on the bottom and I was on top, facing him.

“I could get used to this, this eyes-wide-open sex. I’ve never seen you looking more beautiful than when you come. I love seeing how your eyes change with the different emotions you go through. But more than that, I can’t get enough of watching you watch me come—that shit is hot as fuck. Speaking of which, you ready for that dessert, yet? I hear it’s really tasty.” He bounced his hips up to meet me a couple of times, just in case I was unaware of his raging hard on.

Jesus! He was insatiable.

“Already, Loaded Boy? Now who’s the greedy one?

“I’m not even gonna try to pretend. I’m a total fucking glutton for you. I could never have too much. If only the waitress would hurry up and serve me,” He grinned, all sex and self-assurance, but for once, his smugness didn’t piss me off.

I leant down and kissed him hard on the lips.

“If you’re going to be a regular here, you’re gonna want to stop complaining about the service, and start appreciating the wide range of dishes on offer. Speaking of which…” I bit his lip, and as his body bucked beneath mine—despite no longer being at each other’s throats—it was clear we both still liked the sex rough and ready.

I drew my knees up so that I was kneeling and straddling him.

Reaching around behind me, I grabbed his dick, pumping a few times before positioning him at my entrance, and lowering myself on him, oh... so... slowly. It was delicious, sweet agony for both of us. When he was seated in me to the hilt, I reversed the process, pulling out agonizingly slowly. I carried on like that, sure that one or both of us would lose our mind, until Xavier actually did.

“Jesus, Rocky, you’re fucking killing me here.” He reared up and reached for the back of my neck with one hand, as the other grappled at my hip, using both to drive me onto him, while lifting his hips to make sure he went in deep and hit the spot. I smirked wryly—he really did like to be in control.

With him laying down the gauntlet, the battle was on. I pushed when he pulled, pulled when he pushed, and our fight for orgasm was also a test of wills and wits. I had no idea who won, I just knew that this time when we came, we each held out the white flag of surrender, not only to the orgasm, but to the emotions it brought with it. When we were done, I lay in the crook of Xavier’s elbow as he stroked my arm.

“So, is it always going to be like this, Angry Girl?”

“Like what?” I answered absentmindedly.

“The fight between you and me. Is it always going to be there?”

“What do you think? It’s just the way I’m wired. That fight is what’s kept me here through all the ups and downs I’ve been through in life. I wouldn’t be me without it.”

“Good, because I’ve realized it’s what I love most about you.”

He placed the lightest of feathery kisses behind my ear, floating his lips across my tattoo. I was suddenly heavy lidded. It was the middle of the afternoon, but with everything that had happened, I felt like I’d lived three weeks in one day, and the exhaustion started to set in as the adrenalin wore off.

I smiled, contentedly. It had always been reassuring to think that somebody loved me, but it was something else to know that the somebody in question was the boy of my childhood dreams.

“Close your eyes and catch some Zs, Angry Girl. I love you, and I’ll be right here when you wake up. Always.”

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