Chapter 2 #2
An impatient sound escapes my lips as I let go of his dick and fumble to undo his pants. My fingers slip ineffectively as I try to pop the button of his fly, belatedly remembering that men’s pants open the opposite way from women’s do for some dumb reason.
Xave lets out a throaty chuckle, seemingly unbothered by my total lack of experience and obvious skill issue, and gently pushes my hands away. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can hear the rustle of material and the soft sounds of the teeth of his zipper undoing as he takes over the task.
Before I can think twice or lose my nerve, I sink to my knees in front of him.
A low, appreciative rumble fills the air between us, and a strong hand slides under my hood. Instead of pushing it back, he cards his fingers into my hair and gently strokes them through the strands.
Tingles dance over my scalp at the gentle touch, and I let out a contented sigh as I slide my hands up his thick thighs, kneading and squeezing the hard muscles.
I’ve spent years wondering what it would be like to touch another man like this, and now that I am, I don’t want to stop.
Xave continues to pet my hair while I greedily run my hands over his thighs and hips. He’s so big and solid and warm, and I have the insane urge to wrap myself around him and climb him like a tree.
I bite back a snicker. Xave is only about two inches taller than me, and while he has about thirty pounds of muscle on me, he’s not that much bigger than I am.
There’s no way he could lift me, and it’s a good thing I’m down here right now so I can’t embarrass the hell out of myself by letting my intrusive thoughts win.
As if he can sense my wandering thoughts, Xave gently twists his hand in my hair, and the slight sting of pain brings me out of my musings and back to reality.
And the fact that I’m on my knees for not just a guy, but Xave Hawthorne, one of the hottest humans I’ve ever seen, who also happens to be one of the most dangerous guys I know of.
Focusing my attention back on what I’m about to do, I slide my palms over his hips, seeking out the waistband of his underwear. My fingers brush against it, and my mouth waters as I gently drag the material down so both his pants and underwear are sitting just under his ass.
He gently scratches his blunt nails over my scalp, then slides his fingers through the long strands of my hair as he pushes my curls away from my face.
I bite back a moan as more tingles explode deep in my body and light me up from the inside. I’ve always enjoyed having my hair played with, and Xave’s confident touch is doing things to me it has no business doing.
The near dark is fucking with my senses in the best way possible, and even through the haze of my desire and the unnatural muddiness of my thoughts, I’m able to focus on what I’m about to do as I run my fingertips down his stomach until they brush against his hard cock.
He lets out a little puff of air that turns into a low groan as I grip him by the base and slowly drag my hand down his length from root to tip.
I can’t see how big he is, but from what I’m feeling, he’s long and thick and ready for me.
A rush of excitement mixes with the good feels and exhilaration that only seem to grow stronger with each passing minute, and I hold him by the base as I lower my mouth to his waiting cockhead.
The moan I let out when I wrap my lips around him is embarrassing as hell, but I’m too focused on the fact that I have his dick in my mouth to worry about it.
I’ve spent years thinking and fantasizing about sucking a guy off, and now that I’m doing it, I have to stop myself from taking all of him and choking on him like an overeager moron.
A low groan rumbles from deep in his chest as I slowly take more of him, and his answering moan when I run my tongue around his flared head sends another volley of good feels and need through me.
Xave’s other hand slides into my hair as he grips my head, but instead of fucking my face or using his hold on me to force his dick deeper, he gently rubs his fingertips against my scalp in a way that feels so damn good I forget all about my lack of experience and move down his length until he’s almost bumping the back of my throat.
Making sure to keep my jaw and throat relaxed so my gag reflex doesn’t get triggered, I move over him in long, slow glides, reveling in the sensations of his girth stretching my lips and his length sliding against my tongue.
His taste fills my senses, and the combination of musk and salt with a hint of something wild and dark is so damn intoxicating my cock throbs and pushes painfully against my jeans.
My rhythm isn’t steady and I keep having to pull off him to breathe, but Xave seems content to let me have my fun as I give in to my desires and work him over the way I’ve imagined doing for years.
I can’t get all of him into my mouth, not without risking embarrassing myself, so instead I use one hand to grip his base and stroke him in time with each bob of my head, twisting my hand the way I like to see if he does too.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispers, his voice tight with pleasure. “That’s it. So damn good.”
His praise lights me up from the inside, and I double my efforts, going faster and sucking harder as I lose myself in the moment, and in him.
Slowly, Xave starts rocking his hips in time with my movements. His breathing picks up, and his grip in my hair tightens as the hottest moans and groans fall from his lips and fill the air between us.
“That’s it,” he whispers in a pleasure-drunk voice I’ll be hearing in my fantasies for years to come. “Keep sucking. Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Unable to take it anymore, I rub my hand over my dick. The friction of my jeans against my shaft feels good, but it isn’t enough, and I hastily pull my pants open so I can slide my hand under my clothes and pull out my dick.
It takes a few beats to find a rhythm where I can stroke both of us while I work him over with my mouth, and Xave’s quiet encouragement helps me shut down the part of my brain that never seems to stop spinning.
“Little bit more, yeah, just like that,” he whispers. “You’re going to make me come so hard.”
I groan around him as my own pleasure builds. I want that. Want to feel him fill my mouth and know that I got him off. That he came because of me.
“That’s it,” he says in a low, raspy voice that makes my entire body clench. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I moan around his length, and I’m about to let go of my dick so I don’t come before him when he stiffens and lets out a low, garbled groan.
I give him a hard suck and rub my tongue against the underside of his shaft, and I’m rewarded with another sexy-as-fuck groan as his hips stutter and his cock pulses in my mouth. A second later, he comes with a soft cry as his release fills my mouth in hot spurts.
My own orgasm explodes out of me in a burst of desire and bliss, and I nearly choke as I fight through the pleasure so I can swallow him down and take in every second of his orgasm.
When we’ve both finished coming, he lets out a befuddled-sounding laugh and lets go of my hair.
I pull off him and wipe my hand on my thigh as the reality of what just happened hits now that the fog of arousal is gone.
I just sucked off Xavier Hawthorne, and he has no idea who I am.
“Well, fuck,” he says. His voice is hoarse and raspy, and his words are slurring together a bit. “I did not have that on my bingo card for the night.”
“Neither did I,” I tell him as I stand.
“Do you need me to…”
“I’m good.” I tuck my dick away and do up my pants as my neck heats uncomfortably.
“You are?”
“Yeah, I kinda took care of things while I was…”
“That’s so hot.” He exhales a shaky breath.
“Yeah, it was,” I say distractedly as heat gathers on my cheeks and it feels like my internal temperature jumps up a few degrees.
Pushing back my hood, I tug the neckline of my sweater away from my throat in an attempt to cool down as more heat prickles at my skin.
My head is getting heavy, like that feeling when you’re so exhausted you can’t keep it up and are about to nod off, and my thoughts are murky, like when the sleeping pills I sometimes take are kicking in.
What the fuck is happening to me?
“I gotta go,” I blurt and stumble back from Xave as panic mixes with my fatigue and confusion.
He says something, but I’m already scurrying away, my arms out as I stumble blindly toward the door.
By some miracle, I make it to the exit without tripping or falling on my face and practically throw the door open as I rush back out into the main room.
The flashing lights and pounding music make my head swim as my vision goes blurry, like I opened my eyes underwater, and it feels like my limbs are full of lead as I stumble toward the projection screen, my head getting heavier and my thoughts slowing down with each lurching step.