Chapter 23 Xave #3
“And don’t worry about us not being able to spend time together,” I tell him. “I have ways around that.”
“How?”
“You’ll see,” I say, tossing him one of my trademark smirks.
He shoots me a flat look. “You’re just going to drop something like that and not explain it?”
“Let’s just say that I have my ways.”
He rolls his eyes, but the tilt of his lips tells me he’s not mad or even annoyed with my teasing. “Fine, but unless you have some sort of magical powers or you can teleport, I’m skeptical.”
“I have something better than magic or teleportation.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Jace.”
“Jace?”
“Yup.” I kiss the tip of his nose just because I can.
“That’s not exactly an explanation.” He bumps his hard dick against mine.
“Careful,” I warn him. “You’re going to get me all excited when I can’t do anything about it.”
“Who says you can’t do anything about it?” He raises one eyebrow and reaches between our bodies so he can cup my cock.
“Mmmmmm,” I rumble out a low moan at the teasing touch. “You’re not sore?”
“Nope.” He shifts closer and rubs his hand over my length. “And it wouldn’t matter if I was because I like when I can feel you after.” His teasing look melts into what I can only describe as a smolder. “And I’m yours, aren’t I? That means you can do whatever you want to me.”
Dark possession and primal desire flood my system like a levy breaking, and I roll us over so I’m on top and pressing Damon into the mattress.
“Take my dick out,” I tell him as I settle between his spread legs.
Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, he obeys and gives me a few quick strokes.
Reaching between us with one hand, I shove his underwear down so they’re sitting under his ass and his cock is trapped between our bodies.
“Take them off.”
We have to wiggle and shift around so he can get the briefs down his legs, and I strip off mine at the same time. When we’re both naked, I reach over and snap off the bedside light.
Fucking him earlier under the glow of the firelight was incredible, and I loved every second of getting to see him, but the dark can be fun too, and it seems like Damon is on the same page when his breathing picks up and I feel him shudder against me.
“Spread those legs nice and wide for me,” I tell him, my voice a low rasp as I reach between us and press one finger against his hole.
He’s still soft from earlier, but I don’t have any more lube, and as far as I know, there’s none in the cabin.
“Tell me right now if you meant it when you said you like to feel me after,” I say and gently trace my finger over his entrance.
“I like it,” he says, his voice already breathy and wrecked.
“Do you want my fingers first?”
“No, want you right now.”
Taking him at his word, I spit into my hand and quickly rub it over my cock.
“Is this what you want?” I ask as I guide my cockhead to his waiting hole.
He makes an affirmative sound and arches into me.
I gently press my cock against his hole and dip inside him. “Now wrap your legs around me like the good slut you are.”
He immediately locks his legs around my waist, and I slowly push into him.
He’s still stretched and ready after what happened on the couch, and I slide into him with far less resistance than I expected.
“Jesus, you feel good,” I whisper, my lips next to his ear as the warm heat of him wraps around my dick. “You’re mine,” I practically snarl when more of that possessive desire curls around in my chest.
He scratches his nails down my back hard enough I draw in a hissing breath at the stings of pain, and the trails of fire merge with the overwhelming pleasure of being inside him again to create something addictive and intoxicating.
“And you’re mine.” He arches into me, forcing my dick to slide a bit deeper inside him. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”
The last of my self-control breaks, and I start thrusting, snapping my hips as I drive into him over and over again.
I know I’m probably going too fast and too hard, but Damon just clings to me, and the little mewling sounds and bitten words of encouragement falling from his lips spur me on.
“That’s it,” I half say, half grunt as I pound into him so hard we bounce on the hard mattress. “Let me hear how much you love when I fuck you.”
His cries get louder, and each one sends a little rush of desire and pleasure through me.
I usually have no trouble lasting and my stamina is damn good, if I do say so myself. But all that goes out the window when I’m with Damon, and I find myself hurtling toward my release far too soon.
Not willing to risk leaving him behind, I jam one hand between our bodies and grip his leaking cock. His piercing rubs against my hand as I stroke him in time with my thrusts, and I shift my hips a bit to make sure I’m hitting in exactly the right spot.
I looked up his piercing after I discovered it, and from what I’ve read, a frenum piercing is more decorative than functional, but Damon seems to like it as much as I do when I toy with it, so I pay extra attention to the little barbell as I jerk him off.
“Fuck, Xave. That’s it.” He tilts his head to the side, and I fit my mouth over his neck, right over the junction where his shoulder meets his throat. “Mark me,” he demands through his cries.
More of that possessive desire flows through me as I bite and suck on his skin.
I’ve never been into marking, but I want to completely cover Damon with bites and hickeys so everyone knows he’s mine.
And so he remembers this moment every time he looks in the mirror and sees my marks on his perfect skin.
Instead I settle for giving him a few small hickeys that are all clustered together so he’ll be able to hide them if he wants to.
Damon’s cries are nonsensical now, and I steel myself against my impending release as I fuck him like both of our lives depend on it.
Just as I can feel my orgasm creeping up on me like a storm about to break, he cries out and arches into me, his body shuddering and his ass squeezing tight around my cock as he erupts in my hand.
I hold out as long as I can and stroke him through it, then collapse on him with a guttural cry as I come so hard the world blinks in and out for a few seconds.
When I can think again, I turn my face and search out Damon’s lips. He kisses me back, but by the slow and almost stilted pace and delayed reaction time, I can tell he’s still deep in his pleasure.
That makes me smile against his mouth, and I keep kissing him as he slowly comes down from his release and enjoys the afterglow.
When he seems to come back to himself, I give him a few more soft kisses before finally pulling away.
“Am I too heavy?” I ask.
His arms tighten around my back. “No. I like it.”
A pleased sound rumbles out from deep in my chest, and I stay where I am for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of having him under and around me until my soft dick falls out of him.
“We should get some sleep,” I say softly.
“Yeah,” he mumbles.
I press one more kiss against his lips, then gently roll off him and pull him against my body so I’m spooning him.
He pulls my arms tighter around him and snuggles back against me.
“Goodnight,” I whisper into the dark.
“Night,” he murmurs, already sounding half asleep.
I listen as his breathing evens out and he grows heavy in my arms, and a sense of rightness settles over me.
It’s a bit surreal to think that a few hours ago I was out with my cousins, and now I’m in bed with Damon, and we’re together. But other than what happened with that asshole trying to kill him, I’m not mad about any of it.
I might not have expected this, but now that it’s happened, it feels like it was always meant to be.
And I will do everything in my power to make sure I never lose it, or him.