Chapter 12
Preston
X tightened his arm around my waist, then tugged me back so our bodies were flush together.
A single kiss was pressed to my shoulder, and I sighed, closing my eyes.
Sleep was evading me, and I knew X could feel how tense I was.
I was a fucking mess. I’d been okay and able to fake that this whole situation wasn’t bothering me so much until today.
Until that person had shown up at my job, lurking by my car like they’d been waiting for me.
I had so many questions. Did they know I’d left my lunch there? Or had they been prepared to wait all fucking day for me to leave work and attack me then? Or were they even going to attack me? Were they planning to kidnap me and make me disappear like they had X’s hacker?
And why were they coming after me and not X, when it was X they had a problem with?
“You need to come out of your head, baby,” X murmured.
His hand slid down my flat stomach to my cock.
We were both naked, having fallen into bed right after our shower, not bothering with clothes.
My breath hitched in my throat when his fingers circled my length, and I grew half-hard almost instantly.
Didn’t matter what mood I was in. I was always ready to be with X.
Always wanted to watch him fall apart beneath me.
X was definitely the top in our relationship, but he preferred to top from the bottom, and God, I loved sliding inside his tight heat and fucking him. It was the one time X truly let himself go and just let himself be, and it was always so fucking beautiful.
“Don’t start something you don’t plan to allow me to finish,” I rasped.
“We have company.” And our apartment walls were so fucking thin, there would be absolutely zero chance of Shane not hearing us.
While I wanted Shane nearly as much as X did, I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
Surely it had to be some form of sexual assault to force someone to listen to us fucking, didn’t it?
“If you think he won’t like listening to us, you’re a fool, baby,” X rumbled against my skin.
He nipped at my shoulder, and I moaned softly, rocking my cock into his fist. I could feel him grinning against my back.
“You need this, don’t you? Don’t deny us, baby.
Not when we both want it so fucking badly.
” He thrust against my ass for good measure, just so I could feel how hard he was.
X was long and thick, and I knew if he ever wanted to top me, he’d fucking wreck me. But he just didn’t like to, and I would never ask him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with.
I rolled over to face him, and the moment our lips met, I closed my eyes, sinking in to him and letting him take control. He continued working his fist along my length until I was fucking into his hand, my precum making the glide a little easier.
“Look at you—so desperate for it,” X growled.
He fisted a handful of my blond hair in his hand and yanked my head back.
When his teeth nipped at my Adam’s apple, I groaned, my balls drawing up tight.
X stilled his hand like he could sense when I was about to come and chuckled darkly when I whined.
“You’re not coming until you’re inside me and I’ve come first.” He moved my head so our eyes met. “Got it?”
I nodded, swallowing thickly. “Then you better—” I moaned when he kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He released me, then rolled me onto my back, moving to straddle my hips. My hands clutched at his hips, my breath stuttering in my lungs.
I loved being inside of X. Loved fucking him. But when he fucked himself on my cock? It was other-fucking-worldly.
“You ready?” he asked me.
A breathy laugh escaped my lungs. “I think I should be asking you that, don’t you think?
You haven’t even stretched yourself.” But it was rare he did.
X liked to make it hurt. He preferred the excruciating burn.
And so long as he took it easy and took care of himself afterward, who the fuck was I to tell him what he could or couldn’t do with his body when it came to his kinks?
Most kinks were all about safety and aftercare, after all.
He slicked his hole up with lube, then applied a good amount to my own cock. When my tip pressed to his opening, my lips parted on a silent moan, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. He was going to be so tight, it would damn near hurt, but fuck—
Oh, God, it was soooo worth it.
“X…” I choked out when he began to ease down on me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. Finally, he dropped all the way down on me, and I trembled, straining not to blow my load right then and there.
Seeing X with all his tattoos and hard, defined muscles with those bruises that just seemed a part of his physique at this point sitting astride my dick was about to have me combusting.
“Damn, you don’t last long anymore, do you?” X taunted.
I gritted my teeth. “X,” I growled, my voice a warning. I liked praise, but when we were together like this and he was degrading me? Fuuuck, I wouldn’t last.
“Alright,” he chuckled. And then, he was lifting and dropping back down on me, his pace quickening once he fully adjusted to my length inside of him.
I gripped his hips, ran my hands over his hair-roughened, bruised thighs, touched his abs and his strong chest. All the while, I watched the way our bodies joined and how his fist worked his cock in time with his thrusts.
“Oh, fuck,” X finally choked out. His hole tightened around me, and then, he was coming, his cum splattering over my belly and chest and coating part of his fist. And God, seeing that was such a fucking relief because right after, I came with him, filling him up and pumping my cum deep inside of him.
“I love you,” I panted, my body sinking into the mattress, practically becoming one with it. I was drained and sated, sleep finally tugging at me.
X eased off of me, then leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. I barely had the energy to respond after coming my fucking brains out.
“I love you in all the ways I can,” he promised. Then, he headed into our connected bathroom. I was asleep before he returned to the bedroom.