Chapter 21 Xave #4
My moan mixes with his, and I let go of his ass so I can slip my hands under the hem of his shirt and finally feel his skin.
He lets me run my palms over his back a few times, then makes an impatient noise and reaches behind him so he can yank his shirt off.
The garment has barely left his hands when he grabs handfuls of my shirt and gives the material a rough tug.
Leaning forward, I lift my arms so he can pull my shirt off, then gently hold him in place when he moves in to kiss me again.
“I want to look at you,” I tell him, tracing my eyes over his chest and stomach.
He sits back on my thighs, a cocky smirk on his handsome face as I drink him in.
Damon has an incredible body. He’s tight and toned and lean, but not overly muscular, and my eye is drawn to the large black and white phoenix tattoo on his chest. The body of it runs down the center of his pecs, and the wings spread out over his chest and the front of his shoulders, while the long tail swirls down toward his belly button.
The tattoo is gorgeous, with some of the most intricate detailing I’ve ever seen, and the shading makes it look alive, like it's about to take flight. He doesn’t have any other ink that I can see, but I know he has at least one back piece, thanks to the glimpses I’ve gotten of it over the years, and before I can stop myself, I trail my gaze down his tattoo and over his smooth stomach to his crotch.
He's as hard as I am, and my mouth waters at the thought of finally getting to see him—and taste him.
“Like what you see?” he asks, his tone teasing and light.
“Fuck yeah.” I run my palms up his stomach and over his pecs.
He shivers when my fingers brush his nipples, and I gently tweak them.
“Shit,” he mutters, arching into my touch.
“You like that?” I ask, even though it’s clear he does.
He nods. “Never knew they were so sensitive, but yeah. I like that.”
Grinning, I slide my hands around to his back and tug him closer as I lean in so I can close my mouth around one of his nipples.
He groans and cards one hand in my hair, holding me against him as I tease and toy with the little peak with my tongue and teeth while using my fingers to pinch and tweak the other.
“Fuck, Xave,” he breathes, and the sound of my name in that sex-drenched voice makes my balls throb.
Greedily, I move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first, and drink in his pleasure sounds as he squirms in my lap.
When I lift my mouth from his chest, he yanks on my hair, pulling my head back so he can cover my lips with his and give me another deep, drugging kiss.
“I thought you weren’t into guys,” he murmurs between kisses.
“I’m not,” I tell him, squeezing his hard muscles as I run my hands over his back and ass.
He pulls back and gives me a confused look.
His cheeks are flushed soft pink, and his lips are red and kiss-swollen. His hair is already a tangled mess, and his eyes are wide and a bit glassy.
More heat curls through me, mixing with pride as I take in his wrecked appearance.
“I don’t understand,” he says, his gaze flicking between my eyes and my mouth.
“I’m not into guys,” I tell him truthfully. “I’m only into you.”
His eyes widen. “Really?”
I nod. “I don’t understand it, but whatever. It is what it is, and I’m not about to let something as dumb as me thinking I’m straight fuck with my head. I want you. I’m wickedly attracted to you, so that’s all I need to know.”
He huffs out a laugh, but it quickly morphs into a moan when I squeeze the full globes of his ass and rock him against my cock. “It took me years to come to terms with being bi, and you accepted it in a few months.”
“More like a few days.” I squeeze his ass again. “That night, after we were back at our hotel. I thought about you when I jerked off in the shower.”
The flush on his cheeks deepens, and a little smile tilts the corners of his lips. “You did?”
I nod and slip my fingers under his waistband, right at the small of his back. His pants are too tight for me to do more than just tease the top of his ass cheeks, but that’s fine. I’ll have plenty of time to have fun when I’ve got him spread out and ready for me.
“I thought it was just a reaction to what happened and it was a one-off,” I tell him. “But then I thought about you again the next time, and I never stopped thinking about you.”
He gently slides his fingers through my hair, his expression soft. “I thought about you while I was jerking off that night too. And pretty much every time since.” He huffs out a laugh. “And I kinda figured you weren’t completely straight after the AV party.”
“Yeah, it’s hard to tell myself I’m not into dick when I jerked you off in the middle of a party.” Gently, I pull my hand out from his waistband and slide my palms up his back so I can curl my hands over his shoulders.
He lets me guide him down, and I let out a little sigh when our lips meet again.
His kisses are soft and sweet and achingly perfect, but I can feel his urgency growing as they slowly shift until they’re hard and deep and have a wild edge to them that makes my rock-hard dick pulse with need.
Needing more, I grip him by the shoulders and toss him to the side.
He falls onto the couch with a startled cry as his back bounces off the soft cushions.
Before he’s even finished settling, I’m on my knees and between his thighs as I shove his legs apart.
He stares up at me, and the mix of fear and excitement in his expression sets my blood on fire.
With fumbling hands and zero chill, I rip his pants open and yank them down over his hips.
He makes a move like he’s going to help me, but drops his hands and waits as I work his pants down his thighs.
I have to get up from the couch to pull them down his legs, and it takes a few moments to get his boots and socks off, but when they’re on the floor, I strip his pants off and toss them aside.
Damon lies on the couch passively, letting me look at him as I kneel between his spread thighs and trace my gaze over every inch of him.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him, gently running my hands up his legs and over his hips.
“Have you looked in a mirror recently?” he asks with a teasing smile. “I don’t know what genetic lottery you and your cousins hit, but you all look like supermodels.”
A curl of jealousy snakes through my stomach. “You think my cousins are hot?”
He grins, his eyes shining with mischief. “Objectively, yes. But they don’t even come close to you.”
The jealousy inside me cools, and I almost laugh at how ridiculous I’m being. I know my cousins are hot, and it would actually be strange if Damon didn’t think so too.
In all the years I’ve been hooking up, I’ve never been jealous over anyone. I’ve never given a shit if my partner talks about other guys or hooks up with someone else when we’re done.
But even the mere mention of my cousins’ looks was enough to make me jealous, and the thought of Damon even thinking about anyone else, let alone being with another person, makes me not only incredibly jealous but also angry as fuck.
Leaning over him, I plant my hands beside his arms and cage him in with my body. “Have you been with anyone else since we started hooking up?”
His answer, whatever it is, won’t change anything, but I need to know for sure either way.
He grips my hips and looks me right in the eye. “Not since before the rave.” He flicks his lip ring with his tongue a few times. “Have you?” he asks hesitantly.
“No, not since before the rave.”
His expression relaxes, and he arches into me. “Do you want to be with anyone else now that we’ve…?”
I shake my head. “I don’t share,” I tell him. “Blame it on being an only child, but I don’t like when people touch my stuff.”
He laughs. “Good, because I don’t like when people touch my stuff, either.”
Leaning down, I press a few soft kisses against his lips, but before either of us can get too into things, I pull away and sit back on my heels.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I tell him and hook my fingers over the waistband of his silky black briefs.
He smiles and flicks his gaze to my waist. “You’re wearing more than me,” he points out.
“We’ll fix that,” I assure him and lean down so I can press a soft kiss against the head of his cock.
The sensation of his hard length through his briefs is way hotter than I thought it would be, and instead of pulling them down, I drop a line of open-mouthed kisses down his shaft, right over the soft material of his underwear.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters as I press my nose against his balls and breathe him in.
I had no idea he could smell so good, and the mix of musk and clean sweat with a hint of something spicy makes my mouth water in anticipation.
Gently, I tug his underwear down and watch as his cock springs free. He’s so hard it almost slaps him in the stomach, and a little bead of precum bubbles up from his slit and slides down his cockhead.
Damon lifts his hips, but I’m too impatient to pull his underwear the rest of the way off, and he gasps in surprise when I grip his base and draw him into my mouth.
His taste explodes on my tongue and fills my senses, and I slowly sink down on him.
My tongue drags over the small ring in his piercing, and I rub the flat of my tongue against it a few times. The contrast of the cool, hard metal against his soft, hard skin is hot as fuck, and before I can get carried away and spend all my time playing with it, I suck him a little deeper.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” he pants and squirms under me as I carefully swallow around him.
I can’t get more than half of him in my mouth without risking my gag reflex, so I use my hand to stroke the part of him I can’t reach as I move over him, sucking and tonguing his shaft, and I roll my gaze up so I can watch his reactions.
He’s pushed himself up on his elbows so he can look down at me, and his intense, needy expression is so damn hot I resist the urge to palm my dick to give it a little relief.
Focusing on what I’m doing, I try out different techniques, paying his piercing extra attention as I get used to sucking a dick for the first time.
Damon doesn’t take his eyes off me, and watching his pleasure build and seeing his expression shift as it slowly overtakes him is so much hotter than I ever thought possible.
“Stop,” he says suddenly, his face twisting up as he draws in a sharp breath.
I pop off him, but before I can ask why he stopped me, he falls back onto the couch with a bewildered laugh. “Holy fuck, you’re good at that. I almost came.”
A grin slides over my lips. “Now imagine how good it’ll feel when my tongue is on your ass.”
His eyes widen as I grip his hips, and he lets out a soft cry when I flip him onto his stomach.
“Now stay just like this for me,” I say in a low, husky voice and run one hand down his spine, starting just under his neck and stopping when I reach the swell of his ass.
He crosses his arms and rests his cheek against them, his breaths coming out in little puffs as I trace my eyes over the long, lean muscles of his back and the dragon tattoo that covers it.
Like the phoenix on his front, the dragon is done in black and white and has incredible line work.
The dragon’s head rests on his spine, just between his shoulder blades, and the massive wings span over the top half of his back and up over his shoulders.
Its body snakes down Damon’s spine with the arms and legs wrapping around him, and the tail curls around his lower back.
The claws are done in a way that it looks like they’re dug into him and gripping his skin, and the shading makes it look like the body and wings are emerging from him, like the dragon isn’t a tattoo, but it’s a part of him that’s trying to break free.
Tearing my eyes from his ink, I focus on his ass and drag my palms over the plump globes.
He gasps softly and arches his back, tipping his ass back as he spreads his legs as much as he can with his underwear around his thighs and my legs on either side of his.
“That’s it,” I tell him softly and press my finger between his cheeks. “Show me how much you want this.” Slowly, I drag my finger down his crease until I reach his hole.
He whimpers and bumps his ass back, pressing it against my finger.
“So eager.” My voice is tinged with humor and affection. “Such a slut for me.”
He moans and angles his ass up as he gently rocks against the couch.
Chuckling, I tug his hips up so his dick is off the cushions. “Nope,” I tell him. “Not until I say you can.”
He whimpers in protest but stops trying to rub his dick against the couch.
“Now, are you going to let me have my fun?” I ask and grip his ass cheeks in my hands.
He nods against his arms, and I slide down the couch as I pull his cheeks apart.
His gasp is loud and unrestrained, and I watch his hole flutter and clench around nothing.
I had no idea that could be so hot, and my own cock throbs and pulses as I lean down and swipe my tongue over his puckered skin.
“Fuck!” he cries, jerking like I just touched him with a live wire.
Keeping his cheeks spread wide, I flick and circle my tongue over his hole, teasing the opening as I watch him come apart under me.
He’s babbling and crying out for me, and the bitten-off words and needy sounds falling from his lips are just as hot as getting to put my mouth on him.
I can’t really explain it, but there’s something incredibly intimate about pleasuring him like this, and getting to see him in such a vulnerable state is beyond satisfying.
Giving up all pretense of going slow and teasing him, I attack his hole like a man possessed, licking and spearing it with my tongue as I work him open.
He sounds almost delirious with pleasure, and his entire body starts shaking when I drive my tongue as deep inside him as I can and fuck him with it.
“Too much,” he cries, pulling out of my grip and falling back onto the couch in a heap. “Too much,” he mumbles dazedly.
Grinning like a fool at how wrecked he looks, I lie over him, blanketing him with my bigger body as I press him into the couch.