Chapter Twenty #3
“Ungh.” Lulu failed to hold back the desperate keening sound and was rewarded with a growl from Xavi, which sent shockwaves through his body.
Xavi’s tongue surged upwards, determined, until his coarse stubble teased the hollow dip where Lulu’s thigh joined his hip, and Lulu couldn’t help chuckling, clasping his hand across his mouth, swallowing a pitiful yelp when Xavi’s teeth dug into his skin.
Lulu felt rather than heard a succession of grunts against his skin, as his body buzzed with a thousand sensations all at once.
There was nothing careful about the way Xavi held him, with one hand still planted heavily in the middle of Lulu’s chest, while the other pinned his hip against the mattress.
The bites were harsh and quick, leaving a sting behind that sizzled into a pleasant hum throughout Lulu’s body.
Biting into the palm that was still clasped over his mouth, Lulu spoke all the words he couldn’t say out loud into the hollow of his hand.
More, amor, more. Take me and make me yours, para siempre. Eat me alive if you want to. Just. Don’t. Stop. Never stop. Never stop doing what you’re doing right now. Take all of me until there’s nothing left. Todo.
Something hot licked around his balls in circular movements, sending Lulu’s head spinning around in circles too.
A tugging sensation spread through his core with every pull of Xavi’s lips around his sack.
Fuck, his balls were in Xavi’s mouth, Xavi’s tongue laving around and around, caressing and demanding at the same time, like he was trying to pull an orgasm from Lulu without even touching his cock.
And somehow it wasn’t unrealistic at all.
Lulu’s entire body shook with need, as that familiar swooping sensation in his stomach hit him in sweet waves of pleasure.
With past lovers, he would’ve felt self-conscious.
How did he look, smell, taste after hours on the road?
But with Xavi, it was different. Lulu lost all self-awareness, all insecurity.
There was no need to pretend. He could just be and let himself go.
Xavi would be there to catch him every time, just like he always was.
Lulu’s entrance clenched around the phantom feel of something thick and hot entering him, moving inside him, splitting him wide open, until nothing but bliss burst out of him.
I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come like this.
Xavi’s blunt fingers dug into his hip, stilling his rocking movements, because by now Lulu’s hardness was fucking into the air, sticky liquid hitting his skin every time it slapped against his stomach.
A muffled moan tore through him, the sweet promise of release whispering at him.
The sounds coming from Xavi were obscene.
Determined, he continued to ravish Lulu’s balls like they were his last meal on earth, or the first after a decade-long famine.
Saliva trailed down Lulu’s thighs, and he pictured Xavi’s face, his stubble, his lips a deliciously wet mess.
Parts of him wanted to see Xavi, while other parts of him were so turned on by the fact that he was powerless, that Xavi was in control of his pleasure.
I could come like this, Lulu just thought, before Xavi sucked both his balls into his mouth simultaneously and Lulu came with a shout he feared could be heard all the way to fucking Whitney.
His release was sharp, bordering on painful, as his cock pulsed against his stomach, waves of white-hot pleasure hitting him.
He’d never come like this before, untouched and unable to see the source of his pleasure.
It was unreal, and yet, Lulu felt more real than he had in a long time.
Before he knew what was up and what was down, Xavi straddled his shoulders, his still damp thighs smelling of soap and fresh musk.
The soft hairs on his inner thighs whispered against Lulu’s cheeks, while something moist and blunt prodded at his lips.
When Lulu dipped out his tongue, it connected with something sticky and spongy, as the tangy taste of Xavi’s arousal coated his lips.
He tried to lean up, dying to lick along that fat pulsing vein running all the way down to the root of his lover’s length, but thick thighs and heavy hands pinned him down.
“Please,” Lulu whimpered before the plea was muffled, strangled, when Xavi plunged his cock all the way inside Lulu’s mouth and halfway down his throat.
Oh god. His body instinctively fought the intrusion as his lungs struggled for air until Lulu remembered to breathe through his nose.
When he inhaled, Xavi was everywhere—his heady, masculine scent, his cock pulsing inside Lulu’s mouth, and the heaviness of his body locked around Lulu.
Safe, he thought, tears stinging his eyes.
Finally safe. No fear. No doubt. No emptiness.
Just. Safe. Then Xavi leaned down and licked along his neck, like a beast tasting its victim before the final merciful bite.
Teeth dug into his earlobe, a rasped fuck teased his skin, followed by a clipped, strained, “Swallow, cisne.” And Lulu swallowed as Xavi spilled down his throat, his body shaking on top of Lulu’s as he came soundlessly and magnificently.
For a second, it felt like he was drowning as he struggled to swallow Xavi’s release, then something solid and strong pulled him back when Xavi’s fist wrapped around his cock, tugging at it forcefully.
Shit, Lulu was already hard again. He hadn’t realized. He winced, still sensitive from his recent orgasm.
“Xavi,” he whimpered. “I can’t.” The words felt like a lie, though, because he felt it stirring inside his gut, that stirring sensation, like water disappearing down a drain.
“You can.” Xavi’s voice was low, unwavering. “You will.”
“Please.” Lulu shook, the taste of Xavi burning on his tongue, on his lips, everywhere. Xavi pulled his cock roughly, while the weight of Xavi’s body on top of him kept Lulu safe.
“So beautiful.” Xavi’s moist lips were back at his ear, his voice a hoarse whisper, proof that Lulu wasn’t the only one who was slowly falling apart.
“Precioso,” Xavi blew the word across Lulu’s skin, and Lulu’s chest fluttered from the praise.
Precious. Was he truly precious to Xavi?
The boy no one had wanted, unlovable and abandoned.
The boy who, instead of caresses and compliments, had received nothing but punches and profanities.
Did Xavi really think of him as precious?
It was unfathomable, and yet, Xavi said it again, this time with even more conviction in his voice. “Precious.”
“Please,” Lulu cried, his hips now moving of their own accord as he fucked Xavi’s fist.
“Come for me, cisne.”
“Please.”
“You owe me another.”
“Another?” Lulu’s head was a blur now, his body barely hanging on, the feel of Xavi on top of him, wrapped around him, so all-consuming.
It felt like a claiming, like Xavi was proving a point, almost, staking a claim on Lulu’s cock, on his body, on his name.
Cisne. The only name that had ever truly mattered.
“Yes. You owe me,” Xavi repeated, his voice strained, drops of sweat dripping from his forehead, hitting Lulu’s body like a cleansing shower. “A lifetime of orgasms. Each one you ever gave to them, you now owe me. So come, cisne. Come for me.”
So Lulu did. And then the world went black.