Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Three
Derek
Xander barely gives me time to take a quick shower before he’s dragging me toward my bedroom door. There are no complaints coming from me because I’ve missed Xander more than I would have thought I could. When I went to Ghana, the distance was acute, and I felt it every day as much as I tried to turn off from the emotion. This was a thousand times worse.
Having Xander missing me as much as I missed him, remembering his smiles and how he fits in my arms, it was a lot.
Four months was a lot.
One month into the trip already had me regretting it. I would have canceled and come home early then if the work I was doing wasn’t so damn important. Every day, I had to focus on the people I was helping and not how much my heart ached, otherwise, there was a very real possibility I would have been on a flight home. The time apart was worth it though. It made it very fucking clear that Xander is worth whatever cost I have to pay to be with him.
Including my license.
Waiting the full two years is no guarantee our relationship will be deemed ethical anyway, and I’m too tired to fight something that’s this right.
Xander kicks open my bedroom door behind him and tugs me into the room. Manny dropped off some basic groceries for me earlier, and it looks like that smart-ass made my bed too. I owe him one for that.
It doesn’t take long for Xander to strip off my towel and shed his clothes. My gaze doesn’t leave his incredible body, and he’s drinking me in just as greedily. The second his underwear is kicked off, he grabs both my hands and tugs me forward as he drops back onto the bed.
I land on top of him, all warm skin against mine, and the contact is so sudden after months without that I hold him against me for a moment while it sinks in.
“Kiss me,” he begs, voice already raspy.
I lean down and touch my lips to his. We both moan into the kiss, and electricity flows from it right to my toes. My cock hardens, trapped between our bodies, thickening the second Xander opens his mouth and swipes his tongue against mine.
It’s a blast of heat and something sweet on his tongue. As we kiss, I sink my fingers into his soft hair, missing the way it feels and how he responds to my touch. I’m lying between his thighs, his legs bracketing my hips, and the tiny thrust he gives as he drags his hard length over my skin is intoxicating.
“Missed you,” he whispers. “Missed you so much.”
I hum, brushing kisses all the way along his jawline before sucking on the silky skin at his throat. His head falls back on a soft sigh, hands carding through my hair and holding me in place .
As much as my dick is buzzing to hurry things up, there’s something weighty and indulgent about taking my time to be with him like this. To savor the kisses and the intimacy. To give Xander the connection he constantly craves.
I spend time with my hands exploring his body while he does the same. From his hair to his back, along his arms, over his chest, where I tease his nipples into hard peaks. I grip his ass and explore his hips, his waist, his cock. We kiss with me on top, then him on top. I’m in control before he takes over, and then once he’s done, he hands control back. My skin is sticky with his precum, and I’m sure he feels the same, but we keep kissing and touching and then kissing some more.
My tongue learns every ridge and groove of his body before Xander does the same. Looking down, with him nestled between my legs, tongue dragging over my balls, and shrewd eyes watching my every reaction, has my body overheating.
“I need to come,” slips past my lips.
He answers by leaning up and sliding my cock into his mouth. Xander’s tongue massages the underside as his mouth fills with saliva. It’s clear it’s the first time he’s ever done this, but skill means nothing when it’s his mouth sucking me down. He hums around me, eyes fluttering, firm grip circling the base. His other hand is rubbing my thigh, dangerously close to the crease of my groin, and it’s an overload on my senses.
I have to pull Xander off.
“We’ll be doing that again tonight, but I think right now, I really want you to fuck me.”
“Really?”
“Only if you want to.”
Heat flares in his gorgeous gray eyes. “Show me how.”
It’s the kind of thing that’s self-explanatory for the most part, but I know Xander isn’t necessarily asking for an instruction manual. He views sex as more than how I usually see it, and if he’s asking me to show him, it means he wants to know what I need. What I like. Thankfully, we have plenty of time to work that out together.
I coach Xander through how to stretch me. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve done this, but it doesn’t take long for me to remember how to relax into the intrusion. He’s hesitant at first, clearly worried about hurting me, but when he slips two fingers into my hole and I rock back onto them, his confidence increases.
“This is amazing,” he says, breathless.
“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
“Every part with you is the good part.”
A smile warms my face. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me. I want to watch you come.”
He exhales through his nose, loud and full of want. “How?—”
I wait for him to go on, but he doesn’t. Reaching down to still his hand, I watch Xander until he looks at me. “What is it?”
“How do we … be close while we do this?”
“Close?”
Determination sets his expression, and he nods. “I want to feel you all around me. Smothering me. The only thing I want to taste, feel, smell, see while I’m inside you is you.”
My balls ache at the thought of that. I pull his fingers out, unfold a third, and then guide them back to my hole. Xander presses them inside, doesn’t stop until he’s nice and deep, and his eyes don’t leave mine the whole time.
“Feel good?” he whispers.
“So good. Stretch me out, then sit back against the headboard. I’m going to give you everything you need.”
His impatience comes through in the way he hurries to get me ready. We’ll talk later about how important proper prep is, but I’m experienced enough that I know even with him rushing, I’ll be able to take him .
“How do I know when you’re done?” he asks, forehead creased with concentration.
“When I’m relaxed enough that your fingers move easily.”
“So … you’re ready?”
I grin at his excitement. “I’m ready.”
Xander pulls out and hurries to sit back against the headboard, where he watches me expectantly. I grab a condom and the lube he was using before joining him. His eyes are on me as I rip open the tiny foil packet, pull out the condom, and then take my time rolling it down his length. It’s a turn-on to cover him, to get him ready for me, and the lust sitting deep in my gut is filling me with impatience.
I squeeze lube out onto his shiny red tip and then stroke in over the condom. His hands curl tight fists into the pillows beside his hips, and seeing him already so close makes me laugh.
“Don’t come too soon,” I warn him, brushing my lips against his as I straddle his lap. “I want to ride you until I come.”
“Kiss me.”
His begging tone can get me to do anything. I bring our lips together as I position my ass over the blunt head of his cock and slowly push down onto it. Xander’s hands snap to my hips as he lets out a strangled cry, tilting his hips up to fill me faster.
“God, you’re sexy.” I look down at how every hard line stands out on his slim body. His pecs rise and fall rapidly, drawing my attention to his reddened nipples.
“How is anyone supposed to have a preference?” he asks, eyes glazed. “Inside you, you inside me.” His lips brush mine. “It’s all so amazing.”
“Because we work together,” I tell him. I’ve had preferences in the past. Some of those have changed based on who I was with, the stage of life I was going through, or how I felt at the specific time. With Xander, it’s all about how we connected with each other, and I can do that either way. He can too. “Once we’re done,” I say, rocking slowly on his cock, “we’re going to eat. Relax. Talk about the last few months. Then I’m going to fuck you next. Maybe eat your hole. Suck your cock.”
“Fuck.” His fingers dig in as his head drops back. “You’re going to make me lose it.”
“Then lose it. I want to feel you let go.”
Xander grunts, canting his hips again, almost like he’s testing me. The faster he builds confidence, the easier it is for us to get into a rhythm, and it doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting up into me as I ride him. I bring our mouths together again, one hand in his hair while the other teases his sensitive nipple, and Xander’s nails bite through my skin.
He’s straining to last—I can tell in the way he’s panting, how his limbs are shaking with the effort. I’m trying to get to the edge quickly, but I need more.
I reach for one of his hands and wrap it around my cock. “Touch me, baby. Get me off.”
His eyes flicker up to meet mine as he works me over. His grip is blissfully tight, my thighs are aching with tension as I take his length, and a line of sweat rolls down my back, right as Xander gets that devilish spark in his eye.
“Come on me,” he says. “Mark me as yours.”
“Shit,” I grunt, meeting his thrusts harder. My balls are so fucking full and ready, and with his hand on me, it doesn’t take long. The pressure builds up to an uncontrollable level and then releases.
I groan through my orgasm, Xander milking my cum onto his chest as he presses his hips to my ass and stills. His eyes roll back as he comes, and it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
He’s still struggling to catch his breath when my limbs go weak, and all I can do is press my mouth softly to his .
“That was …” he mutters against my mouth. “Amazing. So amazing.”
“Catch your breath, bug. Because that was just the start of it.”