CHAPTER THREE: CANDY

If money's the god people worship, I'd rather go worship the devil instead. 
-Jess C Scott

The host led Xavier and Emma into a separate bedroom, one where a giant bed stood out with just the sheets and a single pillow—he was obviously preparing for someone to use it tonight—that had a connecting bathroom and massive, empty closet.

"So, I doubt you're actually going to be done in seven minutes, unless he," Chandler place a hand on Xavier's arm. "Has a micro-penis he's hid from everyone that only lasts eight seconds."

"If you touch me again," Xavier says, hand snapping to the too-hyper boy's wrist. "I'll defenestrate you."

"That means he'll throw you out the window, dumbass." Emma says at his half-confused, half-scared look and was able to watch with amusement as Chandler blanches and jumps away from the Devil.

"I'll leave her and your micro-penis alone now!"

The door shut behind them with Chandler's laughter still echoing in the air. Emma just knew that his small dick-based humor must be compensating for something.

Xavier's overly-smug behavior dropped in an instant but his smirk didn't and he locked the door, giving Emma a thoughtful look as she watched him in confusion.

"I only said that because I knew he'd let us be alone," The Devil says. "I'm not going to pressure, or ask you to do anything."

That was... surprising.

And strangely disappointing.

He still wasn't looking her over, still stayed respectful for the delinquent he was. It was relieving for Emma, who still wasn't used to him, especially not in this context.

Actually finishing this round of Spinning Murder and kissing him, the guy who respected her and her body, the one who didn't pressure her but looked particularly breathtaking and acted so annoying attractive didn't sound like a bad thing.

He was the Devil, so it could be a bad thing but honestly, what's the worse that could happen? So she gulps and says, "I'm... okay with um, doing the game..."

"I have a proposition for you." Xavier says. "You look at me, and I look at you."

"And then?"

"And then," His smirk is wide, feral. "We kiss."

Emma has always been a sucker for bad decisions.

So she steps forward, says "Deal." and starts something she doesn't know if she'd be willing to stop.

His hands hold her waist, bringing their bodies closer as heat ran through Emma. "You're sure?" Xavier asks, bending down so their foreheads are touching, warm breath hitting her lips.

"I don't know how more sure I can get before you get this the fuck over with and kiss me."

The Devil smirks, ignoring any shyness that comes when being intimate with a new person. His fingers tighten, thumbs running over her hips. "This isn't something that should just be 'gotten over with' Princess."

Emma raises an eyebrow, "Why's that?"

"Because," Xavier pauses, biting his lower lip. "I'll enjoy this way too much."

With that he slides one hand up to cup the back of her head, dominating the kiss as he angles her up to kiss him. Emma, of course, didn't mind that one bit.

Her hands fist against the Devil's shirt, pulling them flush together. A shiver of heat is sent down Emma's spine as Xavier's tongue slips between their lips, swiping across her bottom one to ask for entrance.

She gives it.

The grip Xavier's arm has around her waist is almost painful, but the pressure of it and the fist in her hair is so pleasurable nothing else mattered. Emma shivers as his hands slide over her sides only to press into the dip in her hips.

And just like that, he lifts her up.

It surprised Emma enough that she gasped into his mouth.

She was about to scold him for not warning her but, as if sensing the impending insults, Xavier sucked lightly on her lower lip before biting it. Any shyness, awkwardness, that was between the two is now gone.

It made Emma feel... light.

And it made her make a noise she never heard come out of her mouth before.

Pulling away for a second, kissing her slowly one more time as his hands grip the back of her thighs, Xavier asks, "This is okay?"

Honestly, it made Emma laugh a little because that was more than just okay. In response she tightened her legs on his sides and kissed him hard.

They wasted no time in tasting each other again, lips parted and tongues curling around one another. Emma's back hits the wall and his body fits between her thighs like he was meant to be there.

Fire coiled inside of Emma as his lips dropped from her own, skimming her jaw and down her neck where he used his teeth and tongue to make her moan.

With a groan, Xavier moves back from the wall to lay her on the bed, throwing off his jacket as she reaches up to cup the back of his neck—pulling him down for a kiss.

Climbing onto the bed, their bodies slid together as they laid down.

Xavier's hands carefully skimmed her arms before holding onto her hands, pinning her down in place as her ankles locked in the base of his spine. Their hips grinded together, making Xavier groan against her.

Emma gasped as he placed an open mouth kiss to her neck, over the sensitive bite marks. Her back arches as her head hits the sheet, fingers digging into his back. Pain and pleasure danced in her system as he bit her, warm tongue soothing over the sting a moment later.

"Emma, Emma." He says. "We have to stop unless you want to-"

"I want to." Emma replies, wrapping one arm around her neck to press their lips together again.

She wanted him. It was a simple truth—one that required little energy to recognize and a whole battle to accept.

"You..." Xavier mumbles against her lips, body stiffening slightly over her own. "Want me?"

Her thighs tighten around him and she doesn't know how else to make it any clearer so she sticks with, "Yes."

In one swift movement, Xavier rolled them over and sat with her in his lap. "I'm only going to ask one more time, Emma Carter," He growls. "Are you sure."

Emma wasn't a virgin, not by far, and she knew what yes meant and everything it entails. Nodding, she just breathes out while her hand tugs on his shirt collar. "Please just fuck me already."

She didn't quite know why he was constantly asking permission, but it sure as fuck didn't bother her. It was necessary, after all.

Something Emma was just glad the Devil knew well.

"I will," Xavier leans close to speak against her ear. "You don't have to be so eager."

Flaming red at his teasing, Emma just thinks I'll show him eager as her hands shoot down to hit pants buckle.

"Hey." The Wolf boy chides her, hands tightening on her waist to bring her body up to cover himself, blocking her hands, though she could feel him press into her.

It was almost annoying how patient he is.

"We're going to make you... hmm," Smirking, his fingers teased her sides as he gently moved them along her skin, making goosebumps rise along her skin. "Comfortable first."

Turning over, the Devil's knees hit the floor and his fingers thumbed the hemline of her pants.

"Yes?"

Not expecting this, Emma squeaks out an affirmative and helps him take off her pants, blushing furiously at the appreciative look he gave her. It was all together shocking when his teeth tore her pants down her legs, warm breath hitting her core making her tense all over.

Xavier, seeing this and knowing it's not her wanting to stop, but rather embarrassed in some odd way, takes his time kissing from her knee down to her inner thigh. Biting and marking the area to get her more comfortable until her shifting hips were practically begging for more.

Large hands gripped her thighs, lifting them up on his shoulders causing her to squeal, head shooting up from the bed.

"Do you want me to stop, Princess?"

Flushing like hell, beat red and aching, almost painfully aching for him at this point, Emma can only moan out a "No." and force herself to relax.

That all changed when his tongue ran flat along her core, making her hips jerk at the unexpected friction. Her thighs tense and squeeze closer on either side of his head and she feels—feels—him scoff before his hands are holding her still and open for him.

It was all friction and heat.

And she was lost in the feeling.

Barely able to open her eyes, she manages to glance down and, catching the movement, Xavier looks up and the smirk in his eye is undeniable.

"Oh, you—" Emma gasps and the sound fades into a loud moan, back arching with pleasure as his tongue circles her clit, purposely interrupting her. "Fucker."

While one of her hands holds onto the bed sheets, her other grips his classical black hair—too pleasurably overwhelmed to do much else. It was all too much, too good, for Emma when his pace quickened and one of his fingers teased her before slipping into her core.

Pumping inside her, as her walls tighten around him, instead of continuing they curl and the ball of tension inside Emma snaps.

Her legs shook with the powerful orgasm but even as she came, Emma could tell Xavier wasn't done. Because he did it again. And again. Until she came screaming his name -his name.

Then begged for more.

He lied earlier, because then he asked again, needing permission one more time. And in response, mind hazy, half-aware it's an insult and has something to do with fucking, Emma says, "Yes." before mumbling. "Oedipus."

Motherfucker.

"Watch your mouth," Xavier grins, and it's feral, as he kicks off his jeans. "And for the record, that doesn't mean what you think it does."

"Don't care," She says, core throbbing as she eyes him, not quite expecting him to be that big. "I'm on birth control if you don't have a condom."

"Chandler hands them out like they're candy on Halloween," He scoffs. "Do you want me to wear one or not?"

Emma decides quickly, "Yes."

Nodding, leaning down for an open-mouth kiss as he climbs over, fingers quickly ripping one open and placing it on, he positions himself at her entrance. Xavier starts slow, getting himself used to her, but quickly finds that he's met with no resistance from her small body. She was ready for him.

"Fuck," He groans, her back arching into him as she gasps. "Am I hurting you?"

All the more flustered by the concern in his raspy voice, Emma shakes her head and pulls him down for a kiss—one that ends with her breathlessly moaning as he pants against her neck, waist angled into her own.

Emma could feel the tension and heat balling in her stomach again as he went faster and faster, arm curled around her waist and the other above their head.

Xavier cursed as both their control slipped, their once perfectly timed hips crashing together pleasurably as her nails dig into his back and his arm tightened around her waist. Blood rushed through Emma's ears as she came for the fourth time that night, him following shortly after—bodies spent.

Her legs continued to shake even after Xavier collapsed next to her.

After a few moments, Xavier complained, "My tongue feels like led." Before thoughtfully adding, "But you still taste good."

It made her face flush again and she laughed as she got up to go to the connecting bathroom -Emma quite happy that rich people are stupid enough to throw parties at their giant houses. Her feet were practically dragging on the floor as she made her way over to the bed.

Feeling too hot, Emma peels off her shirt, leaving her bra and bandages exposed.

"Now you take it off." Xavier snorts. She hits him with the pillow.

And they both fall asleep.