Chapter 7
Xavier
I still could not conceive of the whirlwind year I had somehow survived and conquered. Living out in la-la land and watching my vision get turned into a movie right before my eyes, witnessing the reactions as moviegoers and critics embraced it all across the country, yes, the last year of my life on some levels had been phenomenal. It was what every writer dreamt of.
There was one small, well, actually, rather large blemish, which stole the joy away. All my success had come from the unfortunate circumstances that resulted from dealing with psycho Pilar. It all began and ended with her. While out in L.A. I kept busy with completing the movie project, being an executive producer, networking, making important contacts, doing power lunches, and meeting new and exciting people, including one in particular who took care of my needs on the regular. I was never really alone, never had the opportunity to seriously focus on Pilar and what had occurred between us. Sure, it was in my face every day, what with the movie; however, soon it became just thatâa movie. I was watching actors and actresses do what they did best, act. That wasn't about my life. At least I told myself that when my thoughts became too overwhelming.
Now that I was home, in Houston, with lots of time on my hands, I didn't know what to do with myself. I had originally planned to take a year off, to enjoy my successes and money, and not leap back into writing anything new so quickly. I realized I was burned out both physically and mentally. Not writing lasted only a few weeks, as I became stir-crazy living in my large home, alone with my random thoughts, which, one way or another, always drifted back to Pilar.
“Hey, babe. Are you okay?” Bailey asked, looking at me strangely.
We were sitting in my spacious living room, cuddled up under a warm blanket, watching a mystery thriller she had chosen earlier.
“I thought I told you not to call me that,” I said, massaging my forehead and sighing.
“Call you what?”
“Babe,” I said quietly. That was the term of endearment Pilar had always used when referring to me. Now I despised it with a passion.
“Okay, sweetie. I'm sorry. Dang,” she stated, snuggling closer to me, if that was humanly possible.
I didn't comment one way or the other.
“Are you enjoying the movie?” she asked, looking up at me and frowning. “You appear to be distracted. Something on your mind?”
“The movie is all right. I was just lost in my random thoughts for a minute.”
Bailey pouted like a child. It was times like this when the age difference between us was apparent and I wondered if she was worth the drama.
“Xavier, I didn't fly all the way from L.A. for you to be into your thoughts. I want you to be into me, sweetie.”
“Well, it wasn't like I was expecting you. You did show up unannounced.”
She looked hurt and pouted even more, looking like the young woman she was.
“I'm sorry, Bailey. For the rest of the night, I am all yours, baby.” I nuzzled her neck. “Okay? You forgive me?”
“Okay,” she said and smiled, subtly rubbing her breasts against my arm.
She appeared pleased with my apology, and we resumed watching the movie she had picked out at the local Blockbuster after we finished dinner at one of my favorite seafood restaurants downtown.
Bailey had wanted to go clubbing, but I wasn't up for that. I desired a quiet night at home, and that was exactly what was happening now. I couldn't believe it was almost the end of February already. I had lit a cozy fire in the fireplace, popped buttered popcorn, and now Bailey and I were hugged up like a couple.
A couple.
That thought disturbed me on many levels. It made me uneasy. My attention turned from the movie to Bailey. Sure, she was a gorgeous woman; no one could deny that. She was rather young, only twenty-five, but when I first met her on the set of the stalker movie, she reminded me of a younger version of Kendall, my ex-fiancée.
By day and into the late evenings, Bailey was one of the production assistants, but by night we screwed like we invented sex. I fucked her like it was going out of style. I fucked her every which way but loose. I made a point to inform her up front that it was what it was. We were friends with benefits. I wasn't looking for a relationship.
Bailey appeared to be cool with that
each
time I reminded her as she left my bed. I knew that sounded mean and cruel, like I was simply using her for sex, but I didn't want any confusion like the last time. So, I laid it on the table. That way there would be no surprises down the line. On some level, I probably did use her like she was my personal sex toy. However, I never heard any complaints from her, because the moans were too loud as she was being thoroughly satisfied, if I must say so myself. Through sex, I was able to pound out all the frustration I was trying to suppress.
When I left L.A., I had no intention of ever seeing her againâout of sight, out of mind. That was a motto I lived by. It worked for me. But after receiving a call from out of the blue that she was in the city, here we were, snuggled up like a couple. That didn't sit well with me at all. Again, I wasn't looking for a relationship now or in the near future. Kendall and Pilar had made me rethink relationships, both in different ways.
Bailey glanced up at me, smiled, and readjusted her position on the sofa. She was now leaning her head on my shoulder and had her arms wrapped snugly across my chest. I had seen this all before. Been there, done that. She was starting to think of us as a couple.
Suddenly she sat up and proceeded to slowly unbutton her blouse, teasing me in the process, to reveal a fire red, lacy bra. Her breasts were at eye level and almost screamed for me to reach out and pluck them.
“You like what you see?” she asked seductively, licking her lips.
“I love what I see,” I stated.
“I can tell,” she giggled, reaching out to massage my semi-erect penis through my pants.
“Touch me, sweetie, while we watch the rest of the movie. We can pretend we are making out on your parents' sofa like teenagers.” I thought to myself, it had been many years since I was petting on my mama's sofa.
Bailey turned her attention back to the movie, but as her chest heaved up and down and her breathing changed, I knew she was already hot. Bailey enjoyed sex, and I had no qualms with that.
I slowly lifted her bra up and out of my way. Her ample, firm breasts spilled forward instantly. I admired them for a few seconds, because I was definitely a breast man. I proceeded to tweak her nipples between my thumb and finger, watching as they swelled and became firm and taut. She involuntarily arched her back, which pushed her breasts forward and out.
“Oh, babe, I mean sweetie, that feels so good when you stroke me like that,” she purred into my ear. “Don't stop.”
I bent my head to suckle a nipple, one, then the other, over and over again. Once more she moaned, but she continued to pretend to watch the movie. My tongue flickered across her nipples again. Now she had my nature fully alert and ready to play. She reached down to squeeze and tease me.
“Take your top off,” I demanded.
She readily compiled as I watched in desire.
“Your pants and thong, too.”
She delivered a sly smile but did as requested. She took her time undressing because she knew I enjoyed it that way, revealing herself to me a little at a time. When she bent down to step out of her clothes, her round ass was turned smack in my face, only inches away.
I ran my large hand across it, caressing it. “You have a beautiful body.”
“Thank you. Now, do what you do so wonderfully, sweetie,” she said, standing before me completely nude, and not embarrassed to show me what she was working with, even though I already knew from being inside her numerous times.
My eyes were lust filled. “Come here,” I said, reaching for her hand to pull her into my lap, with her facing the TV. “Wait a minute,” I said, pushing her back up. I took a few moments to unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down to my ankles. “Now we're set. Sit your pretty ass down.” I moaned.
“Ahhh, sweetie, are you happy to see me?” she joked.
“You are going to find out in just a few seconds how happy I am. Watch the movie, and don't worry about what I'm doing.”
“Are you going to make my kitty purr?” she teased, licking her lips seductively.
“Don't I always?” I said with a confident, almost arrogant air. If there were two things I knew about myself, they were that I could write my ass off and I could set a woman's pussy on fire. Bailey was no exception; within minutes she would be coming like a raging, flowing river. Totally dick whipped.
With her straddling my lap, I went back to fondling her breasts and maneuvering my fingers into the space between her thighs.
“Open up your legs,” I demanded.
She obliged and enjoyed the fact that I was an aggressive lover. I didn't have any time for those shy chicks. When it came to sex, either you came ready to ride, or you had better get off the horse.
“Wider, baby, for Daddy.”
I ran a finger over her clit, and she jumped like an electric shock had penetrated her within.
“Why are you so wet? Are you hot for me?”
“Damn right.”
I stuck another finger in, even deeper, and burrowed my face firmly into her back. Soon I was in a smooth rhythm of finger penetration and tweaking her tantalizing nipples.
Bailey looked back, reaching for my cheek, with lust-filled eyes that spoke of burning desire.
“Don't look at me. Watch the movie,” I teased, spreading her legs wide open.
“Damn, sweetie, you have me feeling so good right now,” she moaned, moving into a natural groove with my fingers. Once again, she reached back to stroke my cheek. “Ahhh, sweetie, you're the best.”
“Get up for a minute,” I suddenly stated, as I moved so that I was reclining on my back on the sofa.
She stood.
“Come here,” I said, pulling her backward so I could rub my hand across her firm buttocks. I slapped them a couple of times and left red marks. She sucked up the sudden pain and moaned loudly. “Sit that sweet ass on my face.”
Looking at me in anticipation, Bailey compiled with my wishes.
“Now, watch the movie, Bailey!”
I lifted her a bit, pulled her wide open, and inserted a finger; then my wet tongue followed. Bailey was already trembling, and her legs were shaking involuntarily in anticipation.
“Yes, sweetie! Eat that shit out! It's all yours!”
I proceeded to do just that. I had to force her to remain steady on my face. My oral skills were so on point that she kept trying to get away because she couldn't take the good feelings it generated.
“Sweetie, I'm about to come,” she screamed. “Damn, ooh, damn, that feels so good. So muthafucking good. Don't you dare stop.”
“Yes, yes, right there. Oooh, that's it. Get it, sweetie!” she yelled. “Ahhh, I'm coming!”
Just as the movie ended, Bailey let out an unearthly, primal scream and came in my mouth. As she lowered herself, or more like slid her nude body to the floor beside the sofa, she looked back at me with a sexy smile, and it was then that I saw that look in her eyes ... One I had seen before. She was totally caught up!
I dismissed the thought for the moment because my dick was ready to be taken care of. I gently reached for her hand. “Let's take this upstairs and finish what we've started.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Are you ready to suck some dick?”
She eagerly nodded. Unlike Kendall, my ex-fiancée, Bailey was anxious to please.
“Good girl,” I said as I slapped her ass a couple of times and led the way.
A couple of hours later, totally sated from our earlier efforts, I woke Bailey to drive her back to her hotel.
“Bailey, wake up,” I whispered as I slipped into my underwear and pants from the floor on my side of the bed.
“Nooo, sweetie. I'm tired. Let me sleep. You wore me out,” she said, barely opening an eye, reaching for me.
“No, Bailey. Get up. Get dressed. You know our agreement. I need to take you back to your room.”
“Let's break it this one time. Okay?” she asked sleepily.
“Come on. Get up,” I said, more forcefully this time, snatching the light sheet from around her nude body.
That got her attention, and she turned to glare at me.
“Damn it, Xavier! Quit being so fucking mean.”
Picking up her cell phone from the nightstand, squinting to glare at the screen, she said, “It is four o'clock in the morning. It would not kill you if I spent the night this one time. Damn, man. What is your freaking problem?”