Celeste's POV
I bite my lip, shifting my balance from one foot to the other as I stare at the door of Xavier's office. He's been locked away in there all day. I had upset him, I know. I shouldn't have snapped at him. I was just. . . upset. I sigh, turning my back to the door. I can wait for dinner.
The door opens behind me, an arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me back towards his comforting hold. I relax on instinct, his scent surrounding me in a calming wave. His other hand wraps around my hips, pulling me flush to him. His head rests on mine and together we stand, simply feeling the touch of the other.
"Where are you going?" His voice is a mumble against my hair.
"Nowhere," I lie. He knows it's a lie, no way he doesn't.
"You were just going to torture me by standing outside my office for fifteen minutes, just to leave?" Has it really been that long? I must have been far too in my head. "You torture me, baby." He steps back, pulling me with him into his office and closing the door.
I turn in his hold, leaning my head on his chest. "I'm sorry."
He begins to sway us to that music that always seems to play in his head. "Why are you sorry?"
I wince. "Because I got angry and-"
"You have every right to be angry." This makes me pause. I do but - "If you get a little angry when I happen to be with you, I'd rather you explode than keep it locked away."
Tears well in my eyes. I push out of his hold. "Stop it," I demand, wiping at my eyes.
He gives chase, hand reaching for mine. I don't let him. "Stop what?"
"Stop acting like everything I do is okay! I'm not perfect, don't treat me like I am."
A growl fills the room. Hands grab my hips, pulling harshly this time until my back meets his front. "If I want to accept every part of you, I will." He wraps one of his arms firmly around me. My heart thuds in my chest. His other hand moves my hair over my shoulder, exposing my mark to his heavy breaths. I shiver at each one. "If I want to forgive your tempers, I will." His nose finds my mark first, inhaling my scent deeply. I feel the bulge in his pants grow behind me and I let out a small gasp. "If I want to love you, truly and wholly," he says, his lips brushing my mark with every word, "then I will." His teeth sink into my mark. My eyes flutter shut, my core clenching in the best of ways as sparks flood my body. His hand moves flat against my stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of my sweats.
"Xavier," I breathe his name, hand grabbing at his wrist as I try to push his hand lower.
He tsks, walking us backwards through the office. "Don't push me right now, Celeste. You want me to hold you accountable? To accept your wrongs? Then fine, we do this my way." A push at my back sends me stumbling forward, my hand reaching to steady myself against his desk. His front returns to my back, a rumbling hum going through his chest as his hands find their way back to my hips. "Bend over baby?"
"Xavier?" I feel my cheeks heat at his request, uncertainty filling me.
"Do you trust me?" I bite my lip, nodding. "Then bend over." He gently pushes at my back and I obey, leaning my upper half down against his desk. He grinds his hard length against my ass. My lips part, a stuttering moan escaping me. He takes a step back and I immediately miss the friction. I try to move myself back towards him, a hand on my back stilling me against the desk. His fingers hook into my sweats, catching my underwear too, and he gently pulls them down, exposing my ass. My eyes close, my legs attempting to clench closed. Xavier already sees this thought apparently, shoving his leg between my thighs, my core resting against his jean clad leg. He palms my ass, groaning as he kneads the flesh. "You're beautiful like this, baby. Bent over my desk, wetness seeping onto my leg." He grinds his leg against my clit and I moan.
"Xavier, I-" A harsh slap meets my ass and I gasp, rocking forward on the desk. He kneads the aching flesh and it brings a new kind of feeling.
"You wanted me to be upset with you?" I shake my head but my mind is fuzzy. Did I? "Well, this is me upset, baby." His hand harshly slaps back against my ass, the other cheek this time. I feel wetness seep onto his pants and I find myself grinding down against his leg. "Look at you grinding your little clit against my leg." He tsks and I squeeze my eyes tighter as if it can save me from the embarrassment. Another slap right over where the first one hit has me practically climbing onto the desk, pain settling into my skin. "Come back here," he grumbles, pulling me by the hips back to his leg. He slaps again, higher this time, and I yelp. "So fucking beautiful." He slaps my ass again. And again. My head twists and my clit pulses against the rough fabric of his jeans. He swings his hand down, harsher this time.
"Xavier!" Another hit and my ass begins to ache. I whine, biting my lip as tears well in my eyes. Yet, when he takes a step back, allowing the cold air to brush my pulsing flesh, I find myself missing his touch. I whimper, "Xavier?"
A finger dips between my legs and I moan louder than before, the sound echoing around the room. "So fucking wet. Did you like it that much, baby?" I don't respond, heat crawling down my neck. His finger enters me roughly, curling against my inner walls. Another moan echoes around the room followed by a groan from Xavier.
"Xavier," I pant, twisting my head. I want to- He knows this already, turning me around and picking me up to sit on the desk in one swoop. His lips find mine, two of his fingers going back to my hole and pumping in with a vengeance. I curl into him, my hips chasing his fingers. I can already feel my release building, curling tight in my stomach. He breaks his lips from mine, trailing down my neck to my mark, his breath hot against my moist skin. He pulls at the skin of my mark with his teeth, surely bruising the flesh under the delicate design. A third finger joins, stretching me beyond belief. My toes curl, my core clenching. "Please," I beg.
"Cum for me, baby." His voice is a whisper against my flesh and I obey greedily, my orgasm racking through me. He swallows my moan back in another passionate kiss, his fingers continuing to work inside me as stars fill my vision. My hips still shake even as the orgasm subsides, my hands too against his shoulder and desk. He gently pulls his fingers out of me, pulling back from my lips and putting them in his mouth, sucking the wetness from them with a satisfied hum. My cheeks can't get any redder as I watch this man in front of me, my head still swimming. My eyes flutter and I slump onto his chest.
When I fully come back to my senses, Xavier had moved us to the little couch in his office. His hand trails gently up and down my arm, my head on his chest as he reads a book. I nuzzle my nose into his chest and he closes it. "You okay, baby?" Am I? I blush, rethinking our afternoon. I nod, curling my hand into his shirt.
Zay owes Josh $20.