Page 89 of Whiskey and Regret

“Listen to my good girl. That’s right, baby. Give me this pussy.” I dug my fingertips into her hips not caring how hard they sank in. I needed to pound her until no more words came from her mouth. Only noises.

“Evander,” she whined pushing her ass back and meeting my strokes. In the distance, I heard other guests arriving but I couldn’t make myself care enough to stop. Nothing else mattered but me and Xari in that moment. She burned everything else away. “I’m going to come all over your big dick,” she whispered.

“I can feel it. So fucking tight and wet.” I grabbed her neck and squeezed until her breathing changed to gasps.

“Oh, oh fuck!” She squeaked quietly. I choked her harder and her orgasm turned into a long, high-pitched noise. I clamped my big hand over her mouth and drove harder and deeper until I felt her slick warm pussy juices dripping down my shaft. She trembled in my arms and around my cock. I pulled out of her cunt and she knew the drill. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around my dick sucking and slurping until my toes balled against the bottoms of my wingtips. I knew it would crease the leather but fuck it.

Xari sucked dick like a porn star.

Hot ropes of cum shot out of me and straight down her throat while she flexed her muscles around my girth. I squeezed my eyes shut and fireworks exploded on the backs of my eyelids.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned emptying into her.

“Mmm. So good.” Xari stood up with a devilish grin and licked her lips.

“Come here, trouble.” I grabbed her and we fell into a slow kiss that made my heart knock.

“Can’t we hideout in here and do more of that? I needed that. I needed you.” She said quietly, sliding her hand up and down my chest.

“Me?” I chuckled, rubbing her shoulders.

“I like spending time with you,” she shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I like spending time with you too, bad ass.” I gripped said ass and she laughed against my chest. “Play me some Janet on the harp when we get home?” I asked.

“Of course. I want to know what the deal is with you and your father though,” she said, poking her finger into my muscle.

“Deal.” I grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.

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EIGHTEEN

A giggle spilled over my lips as Evander and I stumbled into the house.

Drunk. Happy. Horny.

We wouldn’t get a chance to fuck again though because Apollo and Navy were accompanying us inside for dessert and wine.

In the kitchen, I pulled out two bottles. One red and one white.

“I already know what you want,” I said to Evander. I couldn’t help the way I looked at him. He was so damn fine. Every time I saw him, my body went haywire shooting off sparks and charging the air around us. It felt like magic. I kept waiting for the sensation to die down but it only burned brighter.

It felt like our melodies were intertwined. We started forming a song that was stuck in my head on a loop.

“You know exactly what I want,” Evander whispered against the shell of my ear. His warm whiskey-scented breath made my throat nearly close up.

How was it that with every touch, I wanted to shed my clothes? With every word, I wanted him to speak forever. With every laugh, I wanted to tell him all the jokes I knew just to hear that deep, smooth sound over and over.

“And you know I want to give it to you.” I poured a glass of Jameson and turned around to face him.

“Later,” he said patting my ass.

You’re just fucking him, Xari.

I had to remind myself of that multiple times when I was around him otherwise, we would start to feel real. We’d start to feel solid and I didn’t want to fool myself. Evander was supposed to be something fun to do while I waited for my dream job to open up. Once I got a seat as a principal harpist, I’d be on my way. My work at the Freeman’s house would be over.

A thick knot sank deep in my belly at the thought of leaving Frankie and Evander. They felt like family.