Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
“Ta-da!” Lulu held up his hand, waving it from side to side.
“Surprise, surprise! Miss me?” Mischief glimmered in his eyes.
“Miss me, big guy?” Xavi sucked in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut as need coursed through him, uninhibited and blinding.
Then, he slowly pried his eyes back open, glancing out at Lulu.
“You brought a fucking dildo on a road trip?!” Lulu only smiled wider, still waving the dildo from side to side like a goddamn trophy.
“Not just a dildo, mano. One of your dildos.”
Narrowing his eyes, Xavi slowly took in the outline of the medium-sized, light brown dildo clasped firmly in Lulu’s hand.
Oh shit, it was his. His favorite, actually.
He’d pressed Add to Cart so fast when he’d seen it on the online sex toy shop, the color so deliciously creamy and what he imagined Lulu’s cock would look like.
Never, in his wildest fantasy, had Xavi imagined back then that he would ever get to see the real deal in real life.
Dipping his gaze between the dildo and Lulu’s erect cock, the resemblance was almost eerie; Lulu’s cock was only slightly broader than the fake.
“You stole one of my dildos?”
“Relax, relax. I only took it cock-stage,” Lulu snorted.
“Jesus,” Xavi rubbed at his forehead. “Cock-stage? Really?”
“You gotta admit it’s funny, oso.”
“No,” Xavi mumbled. “You’ll never hear me admit that.” It was kind of funny, though, and such a fucking Lulu thing to say.
Nibbling his lip, Lulu suddenly looked shy. “Will you let me fuck you with it?”
Fuck. Xavi’s hand squeezed his cock impossibly hard, images of Lulu sliding the dildo in and out of his hole invading his mind.
“You know I’ll let you do anything to me.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course, cisne. My body belongs to you now.” A keening sound left Lulu’s chest, then he moved, straddling Xavi’s thighs.
“Damn straight it does,” Lulu beamed down at him, his curls tumbling onto his forehead. “Now lie back and enjoy the ride while I edge the fuck out of you, amor.”
Shit. Edging. Most of Xavi’s life had been one long edging session, an excruciatingly long exercise in patience when it came to Lulu.
But fuck, did he want it, crave it, Lulu fucking him with the dildo, slowly and deliberately until Xavi saw stars or blacked out or both.
Dropping his head back against the downy pillow, Xavi closed his eyes and filled his lungs with air.
He felt suddenly free. Unburdened and light.
Lulu moved down his body, and Xavi’s thighs spread on their own as he bared himself to his lover in the most intimate way.
“Please say you’ll fuck me for real one day!” he blurted. “Please, cisne.”
“Of course. Anything.” Lulu pressed a sloppy kiss to his stomach, then twirled his tongue around Xavi’s belly button.
Snaking his fingers behind the elastic band of Xavi’s briefs, he started working them down Xavi’s hips, past his aching cock, and then his thighs until they were gone and cool air—no, not air, Lulu’s breath—wafted along his balls.
Blowing at the sensitive, exposed skin a couple of times, Lulu rummaged on the mattress next to Xavi, then the sound of a lid flicking and a squirting noise followed.
Cool, wet fingers wrapped around Xavi’s cock, and a yell tore through him.
“Don’t come yet,” Lulu cooed. “Not until I say so. Tonight, amor, all your orgasms are mine.” All your orgasms. Fuuuck.
Xavi’s hole clenched with need, and he breathed through his nose as he struggled to get his desire under control.
Stroking him carefully, determinedly, Lulu hummed as he settled between Xavi’s thighs.
“Fuck, your hole is pretty, oso.” Shit. Pretty.
He’d fucked himself with this dildo countless times, Lulu’s face imprinted on his retina, until Xavi screamed Lulu’s name into the darkness, into his loneliness.
“So, so pretty.” A finger tapped Xavi’s hole, then probed the puckered skin around it.
Something warm and coarse licked along his taint.
“Mhhh, you taste so good, lover.” Another lick, then a slight suckle of his skin.
“You taste like everything I’ve ever craved in life and then some.
” And then some. Lulu’s tongue moved toward Xavi’s hole, circling it tentatively, a featherlight touch.
Xavi hissed as white-hot desire exploded in his brain.
“Cisne, please.” Fuck edging, he wanted Lulu to fuck him now, tear him right open, apart, until he exploded.
“Patience, amor,” Lulu chuckled against Xavi’s over-sensitized skin. “I’ll get you there. Te prometo.”
Then Lulu’s tongue dipped inside Xavi, like it had sucked on that sundae a few days ago. And like they were one being, sharing one consciousness, one thought, Lulu sighed, “There it is. My cherry on top. There it is.”
Xavi screamed, but Lulu’s hand squeezed around the base of his length, strangling his orgasm.
“Not yet,” he laughed. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you almost come.
I could stare at you all night, oso, watch your face all twisted and gorgeous.
” All night. Fuck, he was going to die; Xavi just knew it.
Death by edging. Yeah, that’s what the post-mortem would say. “You ready?”
“Yes.” Xavi was ready. For anything. Everything. As long as it involved Lulu, he was ready. Then he felt it, the slick, blunt head of his dildo as it rubbed back and forth against his hole, then circled it. Holding his breath, Xavi felt the palm of Lulu’s hand stroking his thigh.
“Relax, amor. Let me in. I’ve got you.” Xavi heard the edge of awe in Lulu’s voice as he rested between his thighs, but above all, it was just tenderness, so much tenderness. This man loves me. He loves me. Warmth pooled in his chest, then he exhaled deeply and let go.
The head of the dildo slipped through the tight ring of muscle easily, and his hole squeezed wantonly. Fuck, he wanted more. So much more. Again, Lulu seemed to read his mind.
“Fuck, look at you, oso. So hungry. Such a hungry bear, ain’t ya? You want more?”
“Please,” Xavi begged as he widened his legs.
“Fuck, who knew you’d be such a needy bottom?” Lulu’s warm breath coasted along the length of Xavi’s cock, followed by a soft kiss. Fuck, Lulu just kissed his cockhead.
“Lulu!” he yelled, and Lulu chuckled against his cock, then sucked it into his hot mouth.
“Oh God. That’s… That’s just…” It was sensation overload, the dildo moving in and out of his hole in slow movements while Lulu made love to his cock with his mouth.
It was almost too much and still not enough.
The stretch of the dildo in his ass and the squeeze when Lulu swallowed around him again and again. “Cisne. Cisne, please.”
Lulu popped off his cock, then smiled up at Xavi wickedly as he licked his lips.
“Not yet, big guy.” Lulu’s lips glistened, his hair all mussed, a few damp curls sticking to his forehead.
“Fuck, I can’t decide what tastes better, your ass or your cock.
I guess I just gotta try your ass again.
” Then he winked—the little cabrón fucking winked—before he dove back between Xavi’s thighs and started licking around the dildo.
Squirming, Xavi dug his hands into the sheets, twisting them, as he hung on for dear life.
Enjoy the ride. Lulu’s words echoed through Xavi’s body.
Enjoy. He was going to enjoy every second of this, even if it killed him. He’d die a fucking happy man.
Lulu kissed the stretched skin around the dildo, a small succession of featherlight presses.
Then he nibbled at Xavi’s balls before sucking one into his mouth, humming around it.
Xavi’s hand flew to his cock as he started stroking himself with the same slow rhythm that Lulu was fucking his ass.
Fuck, it felt so good, better than anything he’d ever felt before.
Or perhaps fucking Lulu’s ass was better; he couldn’t decide.
Lulu popped off his balls, then started fucking him faster, harder, the head of the dildo hitting that sweet spot deep inside again.
“Baby, please,” Xavi cried. “It’s too much. I can’t.” Squeezing the base of his length, Xavi breathed through his nose, but he knew it was in vain. He felt the pull, the build, the tingling sensation everywhere.
“You need to come, oso?” Lulu’s voice came out breathily, hot puffs of air hitting Xavi’s taint. “You don’t look too wrecked yet. I think you can take more, much more.” Then he batted Xavi’s hand away and sucked his cock all the way to the back of his throat.
“Shit!” Xavi screamed, then sent a silent prayer off into the universe that the other hotel guests weren’t going to call security or some shit like that.
He felt the vibrations of Lulu chuckling around his length.
How the fuck was it possible to still chuckle when your mouth was stuffed full of cock?
Xavi’s hand dove into Lulu’s hair, and he carded his fingers through the silky softness.
Lulu gagged around him again and again, and then it was all suddenly too much; Lulu’s closeness when he’d been beyond his reach for so long, the feel of their naked skin against each other as they almost melted together and became one, the heady scent of their combined musk hanging heavily in the air, engulfing him, and the small noises Lulu made as he devoured Xavi’s cock like it was a Michelin course, while he continued to fuck Xavi’s hole with such fierce determination.
It was too much. Xavi would just have to put death by edging on his bucket list because tonight was not the night.