Chapter Thirty-Three #4
I eventually calmed down and talked myself into leaving the bathroom, after many minutes of raging anxiety and waiting for my confusing erection to deflate.
And over the hours of obsessing that followed, I realized that my curiosity was less about them being guys, and more about me wondering how it would feel to do that… What they were doing.
Being so swept up in lust for someone that you couldn’t possibly not kiss them in that moment, hard and hungry, in a barely private area of the library.
The nostalgia of that confusingly eye-opening moment swarms my brain as I bring Ren to that same spot. The place I used to imagine bringing someone… The place where I always knew I wanted to bring Ren.
In the beginning, I fought it. But then he kissed me, that time in my cell… And I felt the same confusing butterflies in my gut that I felt when I saw those guys making out in here.
I’d finally found the person I wanted to try it with.
No one else had ever given me that urgent sensation.
But he did, right away. It still took me a while to wrap my head around it, mainly because he was such a maniac.
When he hurt me, I resented that I’d only ever felt this way for him, but even after we got past that, and we fell in love, I knew it would never matter.
We were stuck in Alabaster Penitentiary forever. I would never get the chance to bring him to this private spot in the library at Berkeley.
But then it hit me, when he took my virginity. It was never about the place at all… It’s about him. As it turned out, everywhere with Warren Xavier was an illustrious place for us to maul each other.
And would you look at that? We got out, and now here we are…
Tugging him in between the shelves, I grasp his jaw and kiss him fast, but deep. Ravenous, because I am. I’m always insatiable for Warren Xavier.
“Baby, I can’t believe you actually brought me here,” he breathes in between me sucking his bottom lip and him licking mine.
“Mmm…” I’m already dazed and we’ve barely gotten started.
My head is fucking spinning.
“To your college library…” He grabs my ass hard enough that I grunt. “You hot fucking nerd.”
I chuckle, hands gliding down his jaw to hold his neck. “I told you I wanted to fuck you here.”
“You did…”
“The first time I put my dick in you…”
“God… Lex…”
“When I made you come, like, really quick.”
He laughs; a seductive, rumbly thing that buzzes my balls. “Mhm…”
“You just couldn’t help it, could you?” I bite the words onto his hot mouth, lips already swollen, pink and puffy and so fucking tasty. “As soon as I pushed inside and started stroking…”
“Oh fuck, baby, get in me.” He grabs at the waist of my pants. “I want that big, sweet dick that’s only ever been in me…”
Spinning him, I shove him into the shelf with a grunt. He’s already whining as I press into him from behind. “Shh… Be quiet, Warren.”
“Sorry, Berkeley’s Lex Luthor,” he hums, lips quirked, drunk with desire. “I need your help, sweet boy… I’m failing.”
Fisting his hair, I yank his head back so I can kiss him while my other hand stuffs into the front of his pants, teasing his giant cock, hard as stone for me. “You’re a bad student, huh?”
“So so bad,” he mewls.
“Mm… too bad the exam isn’t on having a big dick and a tight hole, ‘cause you’d pass with flying colors.”
“So would you,” he croons.
“Fuck, Ren… Baby I love this dick.” I curl my fist around it, jerkin him slow and tight.“Stiff and slippery wet already… before I’m even in you?”
“Uh-huh.” He rocks his hips, fucking my fist and grinding back against my erection. “You make me so fucking hard, baby love. I can’t control myself around you…”
I snicker, “Yea, I’ve noticed.” Opening his pants, I push them down just enough, right beneath that juicy peach of an ass. “You’re a beautiful slut for me, Warren… How badly do you want to pass your test?”
“Enough to spend a few solid minutes with you… cramming…” He purrs, and I snort into the back of his neck, kissing, licking… biting.
He whines, and I hush hum again, slipping my fingers between his cheeks, feeling him clench then release. “I told you, you have to be really quiet, naughty flame. If you want to learn…”
“I wanna learn…” he pants, gripping the shelf. “Fffuuck, Lex, I want you to… t-teach me.”
I’m buzzing, balls thrumming like a goddamn earthquake in my loins. “Yea?”
He nods fast. “Yea, baby…”
“Deep…?”
“So deep…”
“And hard?”
“So hard.”
Kissing his lips, licking his tongue, biting and tugging, getting lost in his hot mouth until I’m falling into him, trapping his hard body against the shelf. Muscles flexing, big dick throbbing in my hand to match the way mine is desperately trying to escape my pants.
“God, sweet flame, I’m desperate for you,” I whisper, shaky fingers opening my pants, pulling out my cock, pushing it between his cheeks. He groans, biting his lip to stay quiet. “Can I put it in your ass?”
“Mmmfuckyea, only you, baby boy. There’s lube in my pocket.”
I can’t stop kissing him, but it’s fine. I know where his pocket is. Stuffing my hand in, I grab a small packet, biting it open and squeezing it all over my dick. I massage the lube onto my inches, then between his cheeks, sliding one wet finger in.
He shudders and I grunt, “Ohh… fiancé. You are so tight… I love how it sucks me in.”
“M-more… bigger. Lexington, feed me what I need.”
“My dick?” I hum, pulling the finger out and wasting no time nudging my cock up to his hole. He nods, gasping like he can barely breathe just from wanting me. “Only mine?”
“Only yours… Push it in, Lex Luthor. This hole belongs to you…”
“Fuck yea it does.” I give him a little shove, forcing the fat head, swollen and dripping, inside. “Uhhfffuuckyesss, sweet flame, that’s it… That’s how you take a dick, baby.”
“Unngh… mmm…” He chokes while I give him another slow inch. “Fffuck yes, Lex… am I doing good for you?”
“So good, my sweet slutty fiancé. You’re so good at what you do to me, baby…”
“You’re so good at fucking your man’s hot hole, beautiful boy…”
Driving in deeper, I’m trying hard to keep my volume in check while listening for any sounds of people. But it’s difficult when I’m fully lost in him.
His scent, and his sounds, and his warmth, the breaths he’s gusting onto my lips, holding back cries because I know Ren likes to be loud. But for me, and this moment, he’s just breathing.
I’m swimming in an ocean of him, our profound love that has me weightless.
“Fuck yea, love… stroke it in me…” He pleads on a whisper. “Just l-like… th-that, fuck, you fuck so good.”
“I have a good teacher,” my breathy chuckle brushes his full, curved lips, though it slips into more gasping moans. “Baby, I’m g-gonna… c-come, I think…”
“If you come in me, I’ll shoot like… so hard.”
“I know, but I… uhh… I wanted you to—”
He cuts me off with his lips, kissing me hard, licking and purring. “Come in me, college boy.”
“Fuck…” I shove him into the shelf, gripping his hips.
Jesus, I’m not gonna last.
He whines, biting his lip and holding on for dear life I pump into him from behind. More or less exactly what I told him I wanted to do to him on that first night. When I fucked him for the first time, in a cold, cramped prison cell. In Alabaster Pen, in that tiny bed, with the creaking bed frame.
The worst place ever… But the best night of my life.
“I love you… Lex, ohh God, right there.…”
“Come for me, Warren… I wanna feel it…”
I’m fucking him so hard, books are falling off the shelf. Reaching around him, I grab his cock, stroking until he starts to shake.
But he smacks my hand away. “I’m gonna come for you, sweet boy. Hands… free, fuck fuck fuck!”
I slap my palm over his mouth because I’m certain he’s about to start screaming and we’re being way too loud as it is.
“Give it to me, sweet flame. Let me see it…”
I pull him upright and he leans his back against my front, head tipped back, sobbing behind my hand while he clamps. Thrusts gone shallow, I’m bucking into him, holding the shelf to keep us upright while his dick shoots streams of cum… On the books.
Fuck, I feel bad.
But I also don’t really care because I’m coming too.
“Uhh… yes… Baby… flame, fuck, yesss…”
“Mmm mm mm,” he mumbles behind my hand.
“I am. I’m… c-coming in you.”
Shuddering, shaking and falling to pieces, I flood his body with hot pulses. Collapsing into him, we both fall forward into the shelf, sputtering and whimpering and just… dying.
Coming to death.
“Way… too loud,” I gasp, my hand sliding off his mouth.
I’m pretty sure someone is close, and we’re about to get in tons of trouble. But I can’t find it in myself to care.
I’m fuzzy and calm, and happy. In so much love.
I’m sure whoever catches us humping like wild animals in a library will see that.
“Baby,” I breathe and kiss his neck a few times before straightening up. “We gotta go.”
“Hmmm…whaa?” Ren is practically comatose.
It’s adorable, but I’m shaking him, because I really think someone is about to stumble over here and I’d rather not be in this exact position when it happens.
Mainly because we’re visibly fornicating and there’s cum on the damn books.
I smack him on the ass. “I’m gonna pull out.”
“No… stay.” He grips my arm, and I huff.
“Babe, we’re not at home. We’re in the library, and I don’t go here anymore, and I’m a hundred percent positive it’d still be illegal even if I did, and I really don’t want to have to call Tauren to bail us out—”
“Alright, alright. Calm down, Senor Worrypants,” he gripes. “Sheesh, that one wore off fast.”
I can’t help snickering as I pull out and he fidgets around, yanking his pants up while I do the same.
“There’s a bathroom over there.”
“Good. I’m gonna need that.”
I hum again, but when he turns around, I pin him to the shelf. This time, gazing at his beautiful, flushed post-orgasm face.
“I love you… more than I can even begin to fathom…” I take his face in my hands. “You’re it, Warren. Forever, you’re just… all of it.”
I witness him swallow, eyes alit and shimmering blue wonder. His lips are curved into a shy smile, but there’s a blush of rare vulnerability on his face. I love it so damn much, because it reminds me that he’s… normal.
Not the way other people are, obviously, but still. He’s not a god, despite the way he looks, or a supervillain, despite the way he acts.
It’s easy to see Warren Xavier as something larger than life, but moments like these give him away. He’s just a man, albeit a gorgeous, sexy, perfectly damaged one. But he’s a real man, and he’s mine.
Not an arsonist, or a liar, or a slut… Not a prisoner.
He’s my man. The one I’m going to marry someday.
“I love you the same way, Lexington. Love never… seemed possible—”
“Until you,” I finish his sentence. The exact same sentiment I’m feeling.
I kiss him softly, and he hums, sweet, sated, and serene. And I’m grinning.
“What’s so funny?” He grumbles, unamused, as if he can sense that I’m about to call him out on something.
“Nothing, it’s just… The only way to shut you up is to fuck you quiet.”
I’m chuckling while he fakes a laugh.
Someone wanders by, sparing us a brief look. And we giggle, because it looks like we’re just being cute. Not like we just fucked dirty and left cum all over the place.
“Last one checked off the list, huh?” Ren sneers as I bring him to the restroom. “We’ve officially fucked in every place you said you wanted to fuck me.”
I’m beaming with pride. “Yup. Pool, car, beach, and library at Berkeley. Got ‘em all. Looks like we’re done.”
He looks horrified and I have to cackle.
“You think Tauren and the twins know we fucked in their pool?” He shuffles beside me, cringing.
“It’d be a safe assumption… Are you gonna make it?” I scoff at the way he’s walking.
“Listen, a real husband would’ve offered to carry me rather than forcing me to clench like my life depends on.”
“I’m not your husband yet, slutcake.” I grin. “But if you want me to carry you…”
“No, no, I’ll manage. Wouldn’t want you to pull a muscle, you damn dork—”
I cut him off mid-bitch by bending and tossing him over my shoulder. It ain’t easy since he’s almost two-hundred pounds of mostly muscle. But I can do it.
He makes me carry him far more often than seems reasonable.
“This is humiliating,” he grumbles while I laugh.
“Right. That’s why you always want me to carry you around like a princess. Because you dislike it…”
“It’s just the polite thing to do. When you fill someone’s ass with cum, you carry them to the bathroom.”
I choke out a laugh at how ridiculous he is.
This… This is going to be my husband.
But believe it or not, I’m looking forward to a lifetime of madness.
Can’t wait.