Chapter 15
Milo
“Hmm. This guy’s explaining the prostate in detail. Like, scientifically.” Xavier was supposed to be doing our social media interactions, but he seemed a little sidetracked. Or a lot sidetracked.
I glanced up long enough to see some ripped fitness influencer gesturing at a diagram of the male anatomy, his muscles flexing as he explained the ideal angle for prostate stimulation, then talked, euphemistically, about how much he loved a big cock stuffed up his ass.Xavier tilted his head.
“Would you fuck this guy?” His eyes were locked on the screen, his expression a mixture of fascination and something darker, more hungry.
“Since when are you so interested in ass play tutorials?” I asked, trying not to get too horny. “Thought you were supposed to be helping with social media engagement?”
“I am,” Xavier said, shifting position for the hundredth time.
We were both sprawled across June’s couch while she worked in her office, and he couldn’t seem to sit still.
“I’ve responded to all the comments. Added hashtags to the last three posts, followed back the hot girls, and commented on a few dozen posts in our niche.
”“Good boy,” I said, watching how Xavier responded to the praise.
“So what’s it like?” Xavier asked. “Getting fucked. Having a cock up your ass.” He said it casually, like he was asking about the weather, but his eyes gave him away—intense, focused, hungry for the answer.
“I wouldn’t know.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? You’re bi and you’ve never been with a guy?”
“I’ve been with men, but being bi doesn’t automatically mean I’ve tried every possible sexual configuration,” I said. “I’ve fingered guys before. Fucked them. Ate them out. Just never been on the receiving end.”
“Ate them out? Like you’d shove your tongue up my ass?
” This time, he was definitely squirming.
“Only if they’re prepped. Do you want to be tongue-fucked, Xavier?
”Xavier hummed thoughtfully. “According to my research, it’s like the most intense orgasm possible.
Like, toe-curling, seeing-stars intense. ”
“X, seriously, I’m trying to work.” I gestured at my laptop. “This helmet review is due tomorrow, and I still need to finish the edit.”
But Xavier was in one of his moods—restless, boundary-pushing, unable to settle.“But don’t you wonder?” he pressed, scooting closer on the couch. “What it feels like to be filled up like that? To surrender control?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to maintain my patience. “Are you asking because you’re curious for yourself, or are you just trying to drive me fucking insane today?”
A flicker of something—vulnerability, maybe—crossed Xavier’s face before his usual mask slammed back down. “Just making conversation. Beats staring at the fucking wall while you edit.”
I heard the distinct sound of June’s chair rolling back, followed by her soft footsteps approaching. She appeared in the doorway to her office looking completely fuckable. Her oversized Stanford sweatshirt hung off one shoulder, revealing a constellation of fading marks from our last encounter.
“Xavier,” she said, her tone direct as always, “your anxious energy is disrupting my concentration. And Milo’s, apparently.” She fiddled with her fidget necklace. “If you need something to occupy you, there are several house projects I’ve been meaning to tackle.”
Xavier’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “Not in the mood for home improvement.”
“Then perhaps you should ask Milo more directly if you need your needy hole fingered,” she said. “Instead of dropping ridiculous hints.”
My jaw dropped. Xavier’s eyes widened, his usual composure fracturing for a split second before he recovered.
“My hole is not needy,” he protested, but there was a rough edge to his voice that sent heat straight to my groin.
June tilted her head, considering him with that same analytical gaze.
“Your behavior suggests otherwise. You display classic signs of sexual frustration combined with attention-seeking. Since you’re showing Milo videos about anal stimulation and questioning him about the experience, it’s logical to conclude you’re curious about receiving such attention yourself. ”
Xavier stared at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“I have a conference call in thirty minutes,” June continued, glancing at her watch.
“Please resolve this sexual tension before then, as it’s becoming difficult to focus with Xavier broadcasting his unmet needs so loudly.
”“Is it turning you on, Junie?” I asked.
“Thinking about Xavier wanting to be fucked?”“I’ll go get the lube,” she said.
“She’s wrong,” Xavier said finally, but his voice lacked conviction. “I’m not—”
“Aren’t you?” I asked, setting my laptop aside and turning to face him fully. “Because she did make a good point. You’ve been begging for it.”
His jaw tightened. “Fuck you.”
“No,” I said, standing up slowly, watching his eyes track my movement. “I think that’s the opposite of what you want right now. You want me to fuck you.”
Something flashed across Xavier’s face—fear, desire, vulnerability—before settling into a careful neutrality I knew was forced. “You don’t know what I want.”
“Then tell me.” I stepped closer, heart hammering against my ribs. “Tell me what you want, X.”
His breathing quickened, his pupils dilating as he looked up at me. “I don’t—I can’t—”
“You can. You’re allowed to want things, X. To ask for what you need.”
A shudder ran through him, his eyes closing briefly as he leaned into my touch. When they opened again, there was a raw honesty there I’d rarely seen. “I want... I want to know what it feels like.”
“What it feels like?”
“To have you inside me,” he whispered, the word clearly costing him something vital. “It’s not like I want all men, just you. The way you took me apart the other day, I don’t know. I want to feel like that again and again.”
“Stand up,” I said.
He complied without argument.
“Strip, then turn around.” I placed my hands on his shoulders, guiding him to face away from me. “Bend over the back of the couch. Get comfortable, let me see you.”
For a moment, I thought he might refuse, might snap back into his usual defensive posture.
But then, slowly, he kicked off his jeans and underwear, then tossed his shirt aside and leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the back of the couch, his body forming a perfect line from shoulders to hips.
I ran a hand down his back, tilting his hips a little, and he groaned.
The position made his ass jut out, curved and delicious.
I stepped closer, my front against his back, hands sliding down his sides to his narrow hips.
“Is this what you’ve been circling around all morning?
Wanting me to touch you here?” I pressed closer, letting him feel my hardening cock against his ass.
“Did you like more than just the spanking the other day?”
Xavier’s breath hitched, his head dropping forward between his shoulders. “Maybe,” he admitted, the word muffled.
“Say it,” I demanded, my hand slipping around to cup his cock through his jeans, feeling the hard length of him pressing against the fabric. “Tell me what you want, X.”
“I want... I want you to touch me.” His voice was strained. “Inside. Want to know what it feels like. After you spanked me… I can’t stop thinking about you doing everything to me.”
The confession sent a bolt of heat straight to my groin.
I pressed my lips to the nape of his neck, inhaling the scent of him—leather and spice.
“I’ve got you. Going to make you feel so good.
” His skin was smooth, burning hot as I cupped his ass, my middle finger tracing the cleft, and he moaned and arched into the touch.
“Look at you, beautiful,” I whispered, unable to keep the awe from my voice. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted your gorgeous ass?”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“Didn’t think you’d want this. Want me.” I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the small of his back. “Was afraid of losing you if I tried.”
Xavier’s eyes closed, his forehead resting on his forearm. “I didn’t understand it until the other night. You unlocked something in me.”
The admission, so raw and honest, made my chest ache. Xavier, who faced down danger with a smirk, who rode like he was daring death to catch him—admitting he was afraid of this, of wanting, of needing.
June reappeared, handing me a bottle of lube, rubbing Xavier’s exposed ass with a playful possessiveness.
“Do you want to play, too?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I’ll just watch. For… observational purposes.” Her eyes sparkled and she held up a tiny purple vibrator.