1. A Different Kind of Love (Part Two)


    Date: 7/1/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: LacedUp, Source: LushStories

    “Hey,” Xavier’s hands are in his pockets and his eyes areglued to the ground. The word barely leaves his lips. “What are you doing here?” I demand. I avoided talking to him after the filming and I went home, I didn’t plan on seeing him again. “I need to talk to you,” Xavier says. “Come in,” I open the door wider and let him into my house. Sure we fucked, but he’s still a complete stranger. He might be a stranger to me, but not to my thoughts. Xavier sits down at the bar in the kitchen. I stand on the other side waiting for him to speak first. “Why are you here?” I say finally, Xavier didn’t offer anything up. “I think we need to talk,” Xavier breathes. “Do you always harass your sexual partners after filming?” “No, this is definitely a first time thing,” Xavier says, squirming nervously in his seat. I should be glad he’s here, especially since I haven’t stopped thinking about him since the shoot, but something in me is telling me no. “Look,” Xavier runs a hand through his hair. “Did you fake any of it?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, my walls going up. “Bullshit,” He immediately looks at me, his eyes burning with passion. “You told me before we shot that you faked your orgasms. I felt you underneath me, you couldn’t have faked that.” His voice is barely a whisper when he reaches the end of his statement. “No,” I say. “No, Xavier, I didn’t fake anything.” Xavier slowly stars to move around the bar. I back further into the kitchen, not sure what to do. “So you ...
    felt it too?” Xavier whispers. “Xavier,” I whisper. I want to stop him, but I know I won’t be able to, I feel a growing pressure between my legs. I want him. I’ve wanted him since I left that room. “Did you feel it?” Xavier asks me again, taking a step closer. I take a step back, but I’m already pressed against the refrigerator. “Even if I did you know we can’t do this,” I whisper. I look into his eyes. “We can’t do this Xavier, I barely know you. We’re in the wrong line of work.” I rack my brain for every possible excuse, but he’s close to me now. I can feel his breath on my neck. “Tell me you didn’t feel it,” Xavier whispers, his words crawling across my skin. I press my legs together trying to ignore the fact that my pussy is dripping. I look up at him and I find his lips just a hair away from mine. “Xavier,” the words leave my mouth and when my lips move they brush against his. His hand touches my leg and slowly moves up. I press my legs together harder. Fuck. “Do you really want me to stop?” Xavier asks me. “No,” I whisper the words and in moments my lips are on his. He pushes me up against the fridge. I release myself and he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I moan into the kiss, our tongues wrestling with each other. “Fuck,” Xavier says as he breaks the kiss. I only let him stop for a moment before I pull his lips back to mine. Kissing never felt so good. His lips are so smooth. “I need you,” I say as I gasp for breath. “I need you.” A smile flashes onto ...
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