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Someone Like Xavier

A week before she starts her last year of college, Melody has a one-night stand with a sexy stranger. She doesn’t expect to see him again, but she can’t seem to forget him and the connection they shared. So, Melody is shocked when the mysterious man turns up at her graduation, and even more shocked when she sees who he’s with. They can’t deny the chemistry and passion between them, but they also can’t be together. Will fate keep them apart forever, or can they find a way to each other?

Age Rating: 18+

 

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Summary

A week before she starts her last year of college, Melody has a one-night stand with a sexy stranger. She doesn’t expect to see him again, but she can’t seem to forget him and the connection they shared. So, Melody is shocked when the mysterious man turns up at her graduation, and even more shocked when she sees who he’s with. They can’t deny the chemistry and passion between them, but they also can’t be together. Will fate keep them apart forever, or can they find a way to each other?

Age Rating: 18+

Original Author: Ava Star

MELODY

“Ready for a refill?” The bartender nodded to the empty glass. His gaze darted down to my cleavage.

I nodded and asked for something strong. I’d come all the way to surprise my boyfriend, but he’d surprised me when I’d caught him cheating on me.

Reed. My ex-boyfriend now.

Last year, he’d gotten accepted to NYU. I’d been happy for him, but at the same time I’d also been sad, knowing I was going to miss him.

Today was his birthday. I’d come for him and had found him buried in someone else’s pussy. It wasn’t like I was in love with him, but I still felt bad.

Note I was feeling bad, not heartbroken. He could have told me the long-distance relationship was not working.

I took a deep breath and used my key to get into his house. As the door opened, shock rippled through me, coming in waves of horror and pain.

I froze, watching my worst nightmare unfold.

Reed had a girl bent over on the couch; his eyes were closed, and his face was pure ecstasy as he drove into her.

His hands gripped her hips as he reared back and rammed into her.

“Yes!” she said in a loud, high-pitched voice. “Oh! I’m coming. Oh. My. God. Fuck!”

“What the fuck!” I snapped. Both their heads shot up, and Reed’s eyes locked on mine.

“Mel.” He stopped moving, staring at me with wide eyes.

“I know I fucked up, but I had a bad case of the blue balls. I’m sorry, Mel. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You weren’t meant to find out,” Reed said, finally finding his tongue.

That fucking bastard.

I shook my head and took another sip of my drink. I snorted inwardly.

What I was thinking? I knew long-distance relationships never work.

Good thing next week my classes were going to start. After that, you would find me buried in books.

“Hey, gorgeous,” a voice said behind me.

I groaned. Why couldn’t they leave a girl alone? I had declined at least twelve offers in the last two hours.

I turned, and my eyes met a set of green eyes fringed with dark lashes. Muscles bulged beneath his taut T-shirt, the hard planes of his chest and abs clearly visible beneath.

He looked like he was in his thirties.

Whoa, he’s hot.

My gaze darted back up to his face to see a smirk and a gleam in his eyes that told me he knew I was checking him out.

“Hey, handsome,” I replied with a dazzling smile on my face.

His grin widened. “Can I have a seat with a beautiful lady?” he asked, showing me his cute dimples.

Wow.

He looked me up and down. His face was twisted slightly, and there was desire in his eyes.

“Be my guest.” I smiled.

He sat on the chair beside me and leaned forward. The scent of his cologne wafted my way as he leaned in just a little.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“Sure.” I smiled.

“What will you have?” the bartender asked.

“Bloody Mary.”

“Vodka,” he ordered.

He smoothed his hair back with one hand and finally told me his name.

“Xavier Clark.”

I smiled. “Sara Hudson.”

“For the lady,” he said in that deep, slightly raspy voice, placing my drink in front of me.

“Thank you.” I leaned forward and took a sip, not missing the way he was watching my lips with intense focus.

“Can I have a dance with the most beautiful lady?” he asked with a little bow after a few minutes of sitting in silence.

This was usually the point where I left guys at the bar, but for some reason, I shook my head and flirted back at him.

“Well, aren’t you Prince Charming?” I smirked.

“Only if you agree to be my princess.” He winked. I blushed, and a shiver ran up my spine. He must have noticed, because he chuckled. “Shall we?”

I nodded and placed my hand in his.

My hands rested on his broad shoulders, while his arms draped around my back, holding me firmly and swaying me side to side.

I was almost eye-level with him and close enough to feel his warm breath heating my cheeks.

He gripped me tighter and drew me closer to him. So close my breasts grazed his steely chest.

As he drew me tighter against him, his hardness pressed against my stomach, and I could feel the heat of it right through his jeans.

We both were lost in a haze of lust, his eyes full of desire, asking me permission.

Call me drunk, because I was at a loss for words and knew that anything that came out of my mouth would sound all wrong.

So I gave him a small nod, and on my next heartbeat, his lips came crashing down on mine in a fierce kiss.

In seconds, our tongues were dancing, and my fingers were fisting his hair, pulling his face toward me and deepening the kiss. He was devouring me with his mouth.

After hours of dancing, grinding each other in every way, I said, “I need to go to the ladies’ room.” I strode away, leaving him on the dance floor.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I was drunk and feeling rebellious. I wanted to do the thing I had never done.

When I left the bathroom, I saw him standing outside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Waiting for you,” he replied.

“I didn’t ask you to.” I crossed my arms over my chest, and his eyes fell to my cleavage.

“You didn’t; I wanted to.” He shrugged.

“Well, thanks for the drink.” I tried walking toward the exit.

Before I could move, he grabbed my hand and pulled me against his chest. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and captured my mouth in a hot, wet kiss. It wasn’t a slow kiss or a dreamy kiss.

No, it was a hungry one that sent a rush of heat flooding my veins. He kissed me greedily. The heat flared through my whole body. I gasped when I felt his hardness.

Fuck. Me. He was long and thick. I could feel it, and I was wet for him. Drenched.

“I’ve been rock hard for you, beautiful.

“All night, I’ve been like this. I can’t tell you how much I want my cock inside you, how much I want to sink it right into your sweet little pussy and make you come so fucking hard.

“You will be screaming my name all night.” He stepped back. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want.”

I was speechless. The intense ache for him made it impossible to talk. I wanted him so badly between my legs I could scream.

And it had been almost ten months since I’d last had sex, because my boyfriend had been in New York. I snorted inwardly.

I looked at him. He was looking at me with blunt desire, hiding nothing, what he wanted to do. He wanted me, and the ache between my legs told me my pussy needed him too. Badly. Urgently.

One night wouldn’t hurt, and it wasn’t like I would see him again.

After finding my strength, I swallowed and whispered, “One night.” One night I wanted to explore, to be wild, to be free, to unleash the spirit that was screaming to come out.

“What?” he asked.

“One night without any strings.”

He grinned and placed his hand on his chest. “Girl after my own heart.” He led me to the exit.

“It’s only one night; after that, we’re strangers, remember,” I reminded him again.

“Well, okay,” he said, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “My place or yours?” he asked.

“My hotel room.” I unlocked my rental car.

“Hotel room?” He arched his brow.

“I came to surprise my boyfriend and found him cheating on me. His loss.” I shrugged, not wanting to explain further.

“And my gain. If he hadn’t cheated on you, I wouldn’t be able to spend a night with the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. Lucky me.”

He grinned and winked as his hand rested on my bare thigh, and I gasped as his hand began to slide up along my thigh, toward the short hem of my dress.

The tips of his fingers slid down, brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I couldn’t help it; I wiggled and squirmed.

His fingers relaxed around me, then began to slide up, stroking along the flesh of my inner thigh. Higher and higher they explored.

“I’ve never done this before,” I said in a low voice.

“Never done what?” he asked, confused, and his finger stopped working.

“One-night stand with a stranger,” I said, keeping my attention on the road.

He sucked in a sharp breath, and his head jerked toward me as if I’d surprised him. “Never?”

“Never,” I repeated.

“Fuck!” he groaned. His hand suddenly squeezed around me hard, so tightly.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” I replied, even though I didn’t know what I was sure about.

His grip instantly relaxed, and he growled without hiding the lust in his voice. “That’s good to know.”

Then his fingers were moving again, finding and tracing the hem of my panties. His fingers begin to push their way under my hem.

His fingers moved. The tips of his finger grazed lightly over my lips, then my clit.

I moaned, my hands clutching the steering wheel tightly.

“Focus on the road, beautiful,” he said.

His fingers brushed across my clit again, rubbing and rubbing. Then his fingers slid down, exploring my entrance.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re soaking wet, baby.” His fingers teased me, circling my entrance. He yanked his hand back, and I inhaled sharply. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath.

We reached the hotel and walked to the elevator. I knew I was thinking about what was going to happen next. My anxiety was increasing.

He could feel my uneasiness, because he asked, “Are you sure? If not, we’re not doing this, and believe me, I’m okay with it.”

He stared at me intently, his eyes boring through my soul, making every nerve in my body tingle and every ounce of my blood sing.

We went inside the elevator together. I pressed the floor number.

A night of wild, passionate, no-strings-attached sex with a handsome, thrilling stranger.

“I am sure. I want this. I want you,” I whispered. We met each other halfway. Both of us lunged forward at the same time, where our lips met lips in passionate, head-spinning kisses.

“I want you too,” he whispered hoarsely against my lips.

 

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MELODY

He kissed me, a stranger he’d met mere hours ago. I parted my lips and let his tongue enter my mouth. Soft, sensual lips devoured mine.

His hands dug deeper into my sides. I raised mine and ran them through the smooth tendrils of his dark hair.

His mouth traced my jaw and moved down the skin of my neck. When he reached the spot just below my ear, I moaned.

We heard a ting, which told us we had reached our floor. We stepped back, his eyes following my every move. He looked at me, his green eyes drunk with passion and desire.

Reaching the room, I took out a key card from my handbag. My hands were practically shaking.

“Let me.” He stretched out his hand, and I nodded and gave him the key card. As the door opened, I walked in, then he was shutting the door behind us.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked him, and all I saw was raw hunger and passion in his eyes. I gulped and drank a whole glass of wine in one draft.

He just shook his head. He was breathing hard as he looked at me, and his eyes turned darker than before.

He reached forward and pulled me to him, crushing his mouth against mine, his tongue plundering my mouth. I moaned in his mouth, and his hand slipped between my legs as his finger caressed my folds.

I shuddered with need, his thumb playing with my clit, fingers deep inside my pussy. I arched back with a moan.

“Christ, you’re so fucking wet for me.” Yes, I was wet and hot for him. He removed his fingers from my pussy and sucked each finger clean of my juices like it was a gourmet meal.

“I love the taste of you,” he murmured as he began to nuzzle my neck, trailing ticklish kisses from behind my ear to a spot just below my chin that drove me crazy.

“You taste so fucking good. I could eat all of you for the whole day.”

We helped each other to get rid of clothes. We were standing naked, gazing at each other, and his eyes raked all over my body.

I let my eyes wander down his nakedness, lingering at his hips and the proud maleness there. I felt a wet warmth flood my body.

“So beautiful,” he remarked again, although now there was a harsh rasp to his voice. “So goddamn beautiful.”

His lips crashed down onto mine, taking everything from my soul. I cried out against his mouth, but he swallowed my words.

He picked me up bridal style and put me gently in bed. He then slid his body between my legs and hovered over me and kissed me softly at first, then began to kiss me more feverishly.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth.

He cupped my breast in his hand and began to roll his thumb over the nipple. I moaned and arched my back off the bed. He was sending a jolt through my body right to my clit.

He began to kiss my neck and collarbone and made a trail down to my breast. He reached beneath me, causing me to arch into him.

He cupped both breasts in his hands and looked at them, then looked up at me and said, “Beautiful.”

He lowered his mouth to my right nipple and began to suck on it and flicked his tongue across it, causing me to moan aloud.

He cupped my full breasts with his big hands. He massaged them hungrily, his thumbs running over my already hard nipples.

“Please, I need you now,” I groaned.

“Patience, beautiful.” He began to make a trail down my stomach with his tongue and made circles around my navel and dipped in it for a second before moving on, and he made it to my very wet pussy.

He leaned down, rubbing his nose over my pussy. “You smell so delicious. I can’t wait to taste that sweet little pussy of yours.” His eyes glinted with lust.

And so did mine. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

I moaned again, this time louder, as his thumb moved back to my clit, rubbing the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. Wetness poured down my inner thighs as he sped up the rotation.

“Please,” was all I managed to say. Then he lowered his head to my pussy and spread my lips and flicked my clit with his tongue, causing me to moan loudly.

My fingers ran through his hair. He dipped a finger and caressed me from the inside.

“Spread your legs wider,” he growled. I did.

I watched his face as I spread for him, and the expression on it was pure fire.

His tongue was against my clit, licking up and down in quick, feathery motions that made it impossible to think.

I rolled my hips and let out a soft cry when his licks got firmer. Then, he plunged his tongue inside me. Soon, his tongue was replaced with two of his fingers.

He kept on licking and sucking my pussy as his fingers moved in and out of me in a twisting motion.

“Oh, fuck, Xavier,” I cried. He kept fucking me with two fingers as he put his thumb down on my clit and started to rub.

“So fucking delicious.” He began to roll my clit with his thumb as he continued to plunge his tongue in me.

“Shit. I’m about to come,” I said as I began to rock against his mouth so I could just leap off the edge. I clenched against his fingers, whimpering.

“Come for me, beautiful. I want it all,” he said as he secured his lips around my pussy, ready to drink all of me.

“Fuck!” I came and I came hard. He began to fiercely lick me, determined to get every drop. I was trembling from the power of my orgasm.

He planted a soft kiss on the top of my pussy and began to crawl back up to me, and then he kissed me, letting me taste myself. “Are you sure it’s only for one night?” he asked.

“Yes, one night,” I replied, panting from orgasm.

“Okay, one night. Then, I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up, and each time you will be screaming my name at the top of your lungs,” he said.

He opened the foil packet, extracted the condom, and then rolled it down onto his hard length. He settled between my legs.

“Are you ready?” he asked, rubbing his cock over my pussy lips.

I let out a needy whimper and nodded, unable to form any words.

I gasped as he inserted his cock, inch by glorious inch, and nothing but the sensation of his wondrous fullness filled me.

“So fucking perfect,” he said huskily. “You feel too fucking perfect. Amazing.”

He shifted, and his thrusts now included exactly what I needed to start pushing me, fast, toward another climax. My nails raked down his back, not hard enough to break the skin.

He thrust once, and I tightened my legs around him, my feet on his ass, helping him to thrust deeper.

“Harder, please,” I pleaded, and he obeyed.

We both gasped in pleasure when he pulled out and pushed back in, filling me completely. His hips pushed against mine in long, pulsing strokes, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Oh my God! Xavier!” I said, grabbing the sheets and biting my bottom lip. “God, I’m going to come!” I screamed.

“Cum with me, baby. I’m right with you.” He let out a lustful growl.

He continued to rock into me, extending my pleasure, and then his back arched, and he groaned as he came.

I exploded with him, feeling every wave of my orgasm pass through me, involuntarily shaking me. He buried his face in my neck and groaned through his release.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” he said, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer.

After a few hours of nonstop sex, I climbed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom to clean up. When I got into the bathroom, I went over to the shower.

The shower curtain suddenly ripped open. I cried out as I instinctively covered my naked body. He grinned at me as he stepped into the large tub. “Jesus!” I gasped, my hand flying to heart.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he dropped a light kiss on my mouth. “But the idea of sharing a shower with you was too tempting to resist.”

After several rounds of earth-shattering sex, we’d now been lazily lying in the water for at least an hour, and he’d been rubbing my neck.

I leaned back against him, and he wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and felt his strong arms holding me tightly, then I turned a little to see his face.

His eyes darkened with unmistakable heat, and I could feel his hard cock between my legs. I turned fully to him so I was in his lap.

My eyes dropped down again to his cock. My heart was racing with anticipation.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” I asked seductively.

“I want your sweet mouth on my cock,” he groaned.

Curling my hand around the thick base, I leaned in a bit and wrapped my mouth around the wide crown.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, swirling my tongue on the tip of his cock.

He hissed. “Yeah, beautiful. Go down on me and suck me hard.”

Without overthinking it, I slid my mouth down his velvety shaft. He tasted delicious, a manly mixture of sweet and salty.

When I got close to the base, I slid my mouth back up swiftly now that his erection was slick with my saliva.

I swirled my tongue around the crown and heard him hiss again as I went back down as far as I could. The tip of his cock hit the base of my throat. “Christ. I love fucking your mouth. Don’t stop.”

I began to rhythmically bob up and down his extraordinary length, picking up my pace with each successive glide, fixed on the extreme pleasure I was giving him.

All I could think about was how much I wanted to make him come as his erection filled my mouth, and a jumble of moans and groans filled my ears.

He moaned loudly and slowed his pace. But I didn’t. “God, baby. Slow down or I’m going to come all in your mouth.” Moans and groaning filled my ears. I lost sense of time and place.

As I went down on him one more time, his cock pulsed against my palate. His fingers tightened in my hair, but he didn’t try to stop me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned.

Pumping the base with my hand, I lapped and sucked him down. His head fell back.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he rasped out. I went down on him faster, letting him know I wanted every drop. And when he came, it was with a deep growl, and I swallowed every salty piece of him.

He withdrew from my mouth slowly, and I swallowed and gazed up at him. His head arched back, and he blew out long and harsh breaths.

“Fuck, you are amazing.” He kissed me gently, holding me close.

“I know.” I winked and climbed out of the tub and headed to the room. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 5 a.m. He came back after a few minutes.

I sank into the warm sheets, and he lay down, spooning me. He kissed me lightly on my neck and whispered, “Good night, beautiful.”

“Good night, stranger,” I whispered, snuggling closer to him. I was feeling sleepy.

He chuckled. “Still stranger, huh? After spending the whole night ravishing your body?”

“Yeah, still stranger,” I said against his chest. I closed my eyes, truly exhausted, and drifted off to sleep.

 

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