Chapter 22 Damon
DAMON
My head is spinning with need and pleasure as Xave lays over me, and I mindlessly turn my face, desperate for his kiss as I try to calm the fuck down.
He obliges, and the steady press of his lips and gentle strokes of his tongue help bring my arousal back down to a level where I’m not at risk of blowing my load all over the damn couch.
“Feel good?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Uh huh,” I mumble, still kissing him like the needy slut I apparently am.
“Ever had your ass eaten before?” he asks between kisses.
I shake my head, too out of it to manage words at the moment.
He lets out a pleased sounding rumble and shifts so his cock is nestled between my ass cheeks.
The sensation of his warm skin against my hole sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can’t stop from pressing my hips back to feel more of him.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asks.
I blink my eyes open and glance back at him.
“I got tested before Christmas,” he continues and drops a kiss against my neck. “All negative.”
“Don’t use one,” I say, my tone way too eager. “Got tested too,” I add quickly.
He lets out another deep rumble that I feel against my back and pushes himself up so he’s sitting back on his heels.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. Using one hand, he thumbs a packet of lube out of the billfold, then drops the wallet onto the floor.
My body tightens when he uses his teeth to rip open the packet, and I can’t stop my soft laugh as he dribbles some of the lube onto his fingers.
“What was that for?” he asks with an amused smile.
“I had no idea that was so hot,” I tell him as he rubs his fingers together, spreading the lube over them. “The opening condoms or lube with your teeth. Everyone says it is, but I didn’t understand it until I saw you do it just now.”
He gives me a smirky smile that lights me up from the inside and makes my already scrambled senses go haywire. “I bet you’d look hot doing it too.”
I pause as I try to decipher what he meant. Is he saying he’d bottom for me? Or was that just an off the cuff remark that didn’t mean anything?
“You’re thinking awfully hard for someone who’s about to get fucked,” he says, rubbing a slippery finger against my hole.
My groan is loud and unrestrained, and it takes everything I have to not push back against it and force him to give me more.
“I was just…” I trail off as he rubs my hole, then let out a low moan when he gently dips his finger inside me.
“You were just?” he prompts, his tone as teasing as his touch.
“Did you mean you’d—oh god!” I cry out as he pushes his finger inside me.
He chuckles and gently pumps his hand. “Did I mean I’d?” he presses in that same teasing tone.
“Would you want me to fuck you?” I ask in rush, my words blending together.
“Sure. If you wanted to.” He crooks his finger and drags it over my prostate on the next pass.
I don’t bother stifling my cry. He likes it when I’m loud, and it’s freeing to be able to just let go and not have to worry about being overheard.
“Really?” I say on a gasp, my thoughts spiraling as he nails that spot with deadly accuracy.
“Of course.” He slips another finger inside me, and I’m so ready for it I barely notice the intrusion. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Not right now,” I say through clenched teeth as pleasure gathers low in my body. “Later,” I scrape out, unable to be more eloquent than that while he’s working my prostate like he’s mad at it.
“You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he says in a husky voice full of heat and need. “Look so good under me and taking my cock like you were made for it.”
I glance over my shoulder and find him staring at my ass as he teases me with one hand and rubs the other over his bulge. His expression is so intense and hungry, almost feral, and I have to look away before I blurt out something embarrassing.
He works another finger inside me, and I welcome the familiar stretch and burn as I let him in.
My cock is hard and leaking, and the friction from the soft material of the couch is just enough to drive me crazy without giving me any relief.
“That’s it,” Xave says in that sexy voice that will be my undoing. “You’re taking my fingers so well,” he practically purrs, and my insides light up at the praise. “So hot, so ready for me.” He pulls his fingers out of me, and I have to bite my lip ring so I don’t cry out in protest.
The couch under me bounces and dips as Xave stands up, and I rest my cheek against my folded forearms as I watch him tug off his shoes and socks, then strip off his jeans and underwear.
He’s even more magnificent than I imagined, and I hungrily take in his wide shoulders, corded arms, and tight torso before dropping my eyes to his cock.
It’s the first time I’ve been able to see it, and I marvel at just how big he is. He’s not insanely long, but he has girth, and my body tightens as I remember just how good that girth feels when it’s stretching me open.
Xave pours the rest of the lube in his hand, then gives himself a few lazy strokes as I trace my gaze down his powerful thighs, then back up to his cock.
“Ready?”
I nod and start to get up on my hands and knees, but he grabs my hips and flips me onto my back.
I land on the cushions with a soft cry of surprise, and Xave is already kneeling between my knees before I’ve fully registered that I’m on my back again.
We’ve only ever fucked fully clothed and with him behind me, and a rush of something that feels a lot like adrenaline detonates in my chest at the thought of not only getting to be face-to-face for the first time, but getting to feel all of him.
It’s almost like excitement, but there’s an edge to it that’s so much deeper than that, and my breath catches as he gently pushes my thighs up and apart.
“That’s it,” he says softly and lets go of one of my legs so he can grip his cock.
“You look so damn hot like this.” He closes his eyes for a few seconds, like he’s bracing or steeling himself, then opens them.
“So fucking hot,” he repeats, and the look in his eyes is so intense I can barely breathe.
Placing one hand on my chest, he rubs his palm down my torso in a proprietary way that makes my heart flutter.
“Mine,” he says, his voice a low growl as he strokes one hand over my ass.
The simple word and his gentle touch send another rush of that not quite excitement through me, and I’m almost overwhelmed by a flood of emotions I can’t even begin to identify.
“Stroke yourself while I get inside you.”
I grip my cock but keep my touch light as I do as he says. I’m so turned on I don’t want to risk coming before he’s even inside me.
Keeping eye contact with me, Xave guides his dick to my waiting hole, and I immediately bare down when I feel the soft press of his blunt head against my opening.
His groan mixes with mine as his cockhead slips inside me, and I can only lay there and stare up at him in wonder as he gently rocks his hips, using tiny little thrusts to slowly sink deeper until his thighs brush my ass.
He gives me a few seconds to adjust to his size, then pulls almost all of the way out of me until just his cockhead is holding me open. Instead of slamming back inside me and fucking me hard and fast, he moves in slow, even glides.
Being able to see him like this is doing things to my insides, and it’s not just the sight of his big, powerful body over mine. It’s how he’s looking at me, like I’m special and precious and he wants nothing more than to be in this moment with me.
“There you go,” he murmurs and runs his big hands up and down inner thighs. “You look so hot right now. All spread out like you were made for me.”
I bite my lip ring so I don’t tell him that I was made for him and he can do whatever he wants to me, but by the smirk that lifts the corner of his lips, he already knows I’m thinking something along those lines.
Xave leans over me, shifting the angle of his cock so it drags over my prostate, and my body lights up with each subsequent thrust. I’m panting and whimpering and making all sorts of sounds that would be embarrassing as hell if I was with anyone else as I desperately try to stave off my orgasm.
“That’s it,” he murmurs in his sex voice as he thrusts faster but not harder. “God, you’re so damn tight. You feel perfect. You’re perfect.”
His words hit something deep inside me, and I let go of my cock so I don’t come.
Xave grins, his smile full of heat and challenge as he plants his hands on the couch and cages me in with his arms. “You gonna come for me?”
“If you keep doing that I will,” I say with a breathy laugh.
Xave shifts his hips again, and my laugh turns into a strangled cry when he hits my prostate at the perfect angle, and keeps hitting it as his thrusts get harder and faster.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his gaze intense as he stares down at me. “Let me hear how much you love this.”
I arch into him as my entire body lights up with the most intense pressure I’ve ever felt, and a string of random words mix with my cries as Xave fucks me like the sex god he definitely is.
“Yeah,” he says, his eyes gleaming with lust. “That’s it, babe. Come for me. Show me how much you love when I fuck you. How much you love my cock.”
The pleasure inside me keeps building until it feels like every part of me is taut and ready to snap.
“Tell me who’s ass this is,” Xave practically snarls as he snaps his hips faster and harder, driving into me with so much force I slide up on the couch with every powerful thrust.
“You!” I gasp and grab his arms, needing those extra points of contact so I don’t spiral off into the ether. “It’s yours. Only yours!”
“Fucking right it is,” he growls and slams into me so hard my eyes roll back and I arch right off the couch. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I say, or rather pant as our eyes lock. “Tell me who you belong to,” I scrape out as what I can only describe as dark possession rolls through me.