Keep Me (Broken Heroes 3)

“I don’t deserve you, Mouse. Not even a fucking little bit, but I can’t risk losing you.” He gently nudges me backward, and I fall helplessly against the bed sheets.

“You aren’t losing me,” I whisper.

Xander gently pushes my t-shirt up over my belly, his warm lips press against my skin and I damn near moan in pleasure.

“Good, because I’m going to make this up to you. I’m going to go slow with you, Mouse. I’m going to love every inch of you. I’m going to show you what it’s like to be cherished. I’m going to please and care for you as you did me.”

Lifting a hand, I run it through his silky black hair as his lips move over my heated skin. His kisses promise ungodly pleasure as they move lower, and lower, making my head spin with need, and my belly pool with desire.

“Xander.” His name comes out as a moan, and I’m not sure if we should be doing this. I don’t want him to stop but I don’t want him to think I’m going to have sex with him. I’m not ready for that yet. He just killed his dad, and I just found out we’re having a baby.

“Shhh, Mouse, I don’t want anything from you. I just want to please you, to give you pleasure, can I do that? Can I pleasure you?” He drops down to his knees between my legs and looks up at me, eyes the color of the night sky.

A part of me wants to tell him no, but deep down, I know I want this. I want his touch. I want… no, I need to feel close to him. So, I nod, giving him my approval, and whimper when he lifts my legs, placing them over his shoulders.

He opens me up wider, his fingers digging into my thighs. I feel his heated breath against my mound, and then his fingers as he trails them up and down the inside of my thighs.

“So ripe and ready for me.” His voice is filled with want, need, and my fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him forward.

“I want you,” I gasp, feeling one of his thick fingers slip inside my tightness.

“Is this what you want, baby? Me to fuck you with my fingers?”

I can’t respond, not with his finger inside me. He slides in until he’s knuckle-deep and keeps himself seated while flicking his tongue against my swollen bundle of nerves. How I feel so full with nothing but his finger inside of me, I don’t know, but I want more of him, all of him.

A warmth fills my veins and works its way up every inch of flesh. Xander ravages me, feasting on my pussy as if he is starved. I can feel every swipe of his tongue, every suck and flick pushes me closer to that breaking point of pure bliss.

“Xander… oh, god… oh, god…” One of my hands fists into the bed sheets while the other holds him head in place. My legs fall apart, giving him even more room. I cling to the pleasure spiraling out of control inside of me.

“Come for me, beautiful. Come all over my tongue. I want to taste you inside my mouth.” If it’s not his words that are going to push me over the edge, it’s his finger moving in and out of me. Without warning, he pulls away, leaving my swollen clit all alone. I whimper, wanting his tongue right back on that sensitive bundle of nerves.

What I get instead is a second finger added to the first, stretching me, owning me, as he pumps in and out of my tightness, giving me just enough pressure while stroking all the right spots. I feel Xander’s heated gaze on mine, and I push up onto my elbows, feeling the need to watch him own my body.

He moves in and out of me with pure precision and need, his muscles tighten and hunger for my body as he continues to bring me toward the edge. It’s enough to send me into a freefall of pleasure. My peak finds me, and hits me deep, right in the center of my chest, moving downward.

“Xander,” I cry out, as the first wave slams into me. Pleasure unravels like a bow that’s been untied, the ribbons blowing in the wind. My eyes drift closed, and my pussy clenches around his fingers. I feel him slowly moving them in and out of me, milking every single drop of my release out of me.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to my belly, his sweaty forward resting against my clammy skin for a moment. Air fills my lungs, and my pulse pounds in my ears as the endorphins of pleasure run rampant through my veins.

“Fuck, Mouse, you came so hard… so fucking hard. I wish it was my cock inside you instead of my fingers.”