Chapter 6
XAVIER
My heart was still thundering with excitement from the unexpected visit. But now that Hon was devouring my mouth and clutching the front of my shirt with tight fists, I began to worry about the visit ending too soon.
He was so fucking sexy. His long hair was down, and silky strands of it tangled in my fingers as I cupped the back of his head. The man smelled like sugary lemons and tasted like my chardonnay.
I wanted so much more than a quick fuck in the kitchen.
“Bedroom,” I managed, pulling away long enough to suck in a breath.
I maneuvered him upstairs, yanking at his clothes along the way until they resembled a naughty trail of breadcrumbs.
“Tell me what you want,” I urged him. His skin was warm, and my hands couldn’t get enough of it.
Hon’s eyes were half-lidded, lips a deep, moist plum. “Want you to fuck me.”
His words were a surprise. First, I was shocked he was willing to go that far in a quick hookup. Second, I was surprised he trusted me enough to bottom. He’d been calling the shots up to now, so his desire to let me take him was unexpected.
But certainly not unwanted.
I held his face and kissed him again. He made a soft little noise in his throat that seriously fucked with my head. “You want my dick inside you, Mr. Baptiste?” I teased, moving my hands into his underwear and running a finger down the cleft between his cheeks. “Want to feel me right here?”
“Shut the fuck up,” he said, but his lips quirked up in a smile, and his cheeks were dusky pink with desire. “You caught me off guard that day. It’s the only reason I called you Dr. Rhodes.”
“Yeah? What’s my name, then?”
I held one of his cheeks open and ran a fingertip over the tender skin of his hole before tapping lightly. Hon’s breathing stuttered. “Xavier,” he moaned.
I leaned in and sucked a mark between his neck and shoulder, in a place that would be hidden but that would be visible to him in his own bathroom mirror. “That’s the only way you should say my name,” I murmured before sucking another mark lower on his chest. “Heavy with need. Eager to be fucked.”
He bit out a curse as I pulled his nipple between my teeth and teased it with the tip of my tongue.
Hon’s hands tangled in my hair as I moved down his body, lavishing it with attention.
As I moved my hands across the expanse of smooth, olive skin, I encountered ink I hadn’t noticed during our furtive blowjob at the hospital.
Tribal tattoos wrapped from one hip up around his side to disappear behind his back. I turned his body to trail the ink with my mouth, dropping wet kisses just to see his skin prickle with goose bumps in response.
When I got to his shoulder blades, I rested my forehead at the top of his back, tracing the black ink patterns with my fingertips.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured before finally forcing myself to move over to the bedside table, where I gathered lube and a condom. At the gruff negative sound, I held up the condom with a lifted eyebrow. “No?”
He shook his head. “No. Unless you want.”
I tossed it back in the drawer and returned to him with just the lube. “Thought maybe you were saying no to the lube,” I teased. His chuckle made my chest swell.
“I’m not a masochist.”
I moved his hair aside to drop more kisses on the back of his neck while I poured lube on my fingers and began to prep him. He smelled and tasted so damned good. I couldn’t get enough, and I wasn’t even inside him yet.
As soon as I slid my finger inside his hot, tight channel, he squeezed around me and huffed out a breath. I wrapped my free hand around him to rest on the center of his chest. “Talk to me, beautiful,” I said low in his ear. “Okay?”
His hand came up to clasp mine. “Yeah. Just been a while.”
“We have all night. There’s no rush, and I’d honestly prefer to make it last.”
He moved his other hand over his shoulder to my hair. “Why are you nicer when you’re like this?”
“Hot for you?” I asked with a laugh.
“Naked.”
“I want you so fucking badly.”
He tensed when I added another finger but then quickly groaned and pushed back into me. “More.”
“Am I nice enough now?” I joked, kissing him again on the shoulder.
He huffed out a laugh. “Nice in bed.”
“Kiss of death,” I said, sucking a mark onto his neck. I moved my free hand from his chest down to stroke his cock. “I promise I’m nice. We just got off on the wrong foot.”
“Stop talking. I can’t… Oh god, I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
The hitch in his voice made me ache to be inside him, to feel the hot clench of his channel squeezing my dick. “You want to come on my fingers, Hon?” I murmured, moving my fingers inside him. “Or do you want me to put my cock in you?”
“F-fuck. Please. Inside. Fuck me.”
After nudging him onto the bed, I moved him to his back and propped myself above him, taking every advantage of the hot-as-fuck sight below. Honovi Baptiste laid out in my bed. His dark hair splayed across my pillowcase and his chest heaving with arousal.
His cock was hard, arching up from his lower abdomen while his balls were tight below. I started there, taking turns pulling his balls into my mouth. My hands moved over his inner thighs until I brought my thumbs up to trace the warm crease between his thighs and cock.
I wanted to drive him crazy, make him brainless with want before letting him come. I wanted to keep him in my bed all night and do it over and over again.
“Please, Xavier,” he whimpered. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin from the edging I’d done to him. “Please.”
My chest squeezed with the need to please him. To make him feel good.
To make him happy.
I moved up over him and bent his knees to his shoulders before lining my cock up with his perfect hole. “So good for me,” I murmured as he looked at me with wide, lust-dark eyes and those goddamned ruddy cheeks.
When I slid inside his body, Hon’s eyes widened even more. The surprise I saw in them must have mirrored mine because holy fuck.
This.
This was where I was supposed to be. Here. Now. Inside this man. How in the world did it feel this good? I’d had sex before, many times. I’d felt that euphoria of incredible, record-book sex before.
But not like this.
My eyes stayed locked on his as I moved deeper inside of him, murmuring reassurances mixed with appreciation, disbelief, pleas for him to let me stay like this inside him as long as possible.
What followed was an insane mix of reverence, debauchery, joy, and bone-deep revelation.
Right guy, wrong time, my brain screamed. I did not have time for something more than this. Something real and true. Something with feelings and hooks, anchors and picket fences.
No, I begged myself through gritted teeth. Not now.
Not yet.