Chapter 3 Bash #2
He peeks out, still deeply flushed. “For… not… taking long. I’ve never been able to hold back, and I just…”
“You just…?” I gently grip his wrist to pull his arm from his face.
“I just really like you,” he admits.
“Xeni,” I whisper, pressing a kiss on his knuckles. “I really like you, too. We said no hiding, right?” He nods, so very vulnerable, and I glance down at his still-hard cock. “I like that you lose yourself in it. Can you… more than once?”
“Ideally.” He flashes me a sheepish grin, some of his uncertainty dissolving.
“Sounds like I need to get busy then,” I tease as I grin back. “What do you want?
He palms my cock through my jeans, biting his lip as he stares. “Fuck me,” he whispers, eyes pleading as they snap back to mine. “Please? I need it, Bash.”
We work together to get my pants off my legs, and we both fight with our shirts until we’re naked. Bare skin touches everywhere as he pulls me in for another long, drawn-out kiss. When we separate, he turns his back to me and kneels.
Xeni peers over his shoulder at me, face flushed and lips swollen, and his hair is a wild mess from the bed.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmur as I stare at the dip of his waist and the curve of his ass. Dampness glistens between his cheeks, and his eyes follow me as I kneel behind him.
More slick pools at his hole, and it opens easily for my finger as I press it inside him.
“You don’t need to prep me,” he says as I add a second. His back arches as he sinks down onto my hand, his body yielding for me. “You won’t hurt me. Just fuck me. I want to be full of you.”
“That mouth,” I mutter, slipping my fingers free before tracing a path along his perky ass.
“Please,” he begs, and the needy sound makes me shiver.
It’s heady, having him want me this way. Intoxicating to the point where it’s surreal—like I might wake up and find this was all a dream. If that’s the case, I don’t want to waste a single minute.
I line myself up at his entrance, coating myself in his slick before I press into him.
His body is an inferno, hot and soaked as it opens for me.
I thrust into him, my eyes rolling back into my head at the pressure.
His muscles squeeze and flex as he whines, and the realization that we’re connected in this way hits me in a rush.
My arms band around his chest and hug him against me as I pull out and sink back in, and he reaches down to grab my thighs like he’s just as desperate to stay joined. The next thrust drives me even deeper, and Xeni’s moans are so loud, I’m convinced they’re carrying down the hallway.
He whimpers, fingernails digging into my skin as I rock up into him, and his hole compresses around my cock as he gasps.
“Fucking hells, Xeni,” I mutter as I reach between his legs.
His cock is tucked inside his opening, and slick leaks out of him in a gush.
“Are you trying not to come again?” I ask, my entire body on fire from the idea.
“S-s-sorry,” he stammers, and I thrust up harder as one of my hands traces down the front of his abdomen. My fingers dip into his entrance, toying with the tip of his cock as I build a faster rhythm.
“Don’t apologize. I thought you’d reject me. Making you mindless is a much better option.”
His breathy laugh turns into a moan as he lets his weight fall back on me. “You thought I’d turn you down?”
“Mmm,” I agree as I kiss along the side of his jaw. “Was sure of it.”
“I’ve wanted you for a long time now," he admits as he twists his head to let me see the sincerity in his eyes.
I place a soft kiss on his lips as we still for a moment.
He releases a contented sigh as he pulls away, rolling his hips and fucking himself on my cock. The throbbing inside my core spreads outward as we build speed once more, my hips jerking faster into him.
I use my hold on him as leverage as a series of the most delicious moans leave his throat. Wet slaps of skin join our panting breath, and Xeni’s hands search for purchase on anything. They claw at my arm, reach to fist my hair, and he’s pliant as I build myself to breaking.
“You feel so good,” I pant as I try to hold back. “I’m close.”
“Please,” he whines.
His body clamps around me, and after a few more hasty thrusts, the tension snaps. My vision goes staticky as I bottom out inside him, my cock pulsing with my release. He calls out again, a mix of my name and begging pleads that are even louder this time.
Streams of cum pour over my fingers as he grinds against my hand, and the rest of the world disappears as we work through our pleasure.
Absolute, unequivocal rightness fills my body from the connection, and my breath comes in heavy pants. Xeni sags against me as I dot kisses along his shoulders, and when he twists to look at me, his eyes are wide open.
Defenseless.
“Bash,” he whispers, then spins in a rush and wraps himself around me.
He squeezes so tightly it hurts, but I don’t want him to let go. I want to find a way to get even closer to him as something inside me flares.
It brings with it so much emotion that tears spring to my eyes, and I can’t find an explanation for the sense of connection that screams to never let him go.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur. “Was that okay?”
Xeni nods, his hair rubbing against my cheek.
“You’re probably drained after that," I say as I run my fingers over his skin, "and we never ate our dinner. Let me feed you, princess.”
“Princess?” he asks, pulling back with questioning eyes that are as damp as mine.
I swipe my thumb under his eye, catching a salty droplet. “Is that weird? You’re just so pretty, and I’ve always thought you felt… regal.”
He offers me a shaky smile. “Arrogant, you mean.”
“No,” I say immediately. “It’s not a bad thing. You deserve to be taken care of, and I…”
Hesitation makes me pause, but he looks like he needs reassurance, and for once, I can offer that. I steel my spine.
“I want to be the one to take care of you.”
“You do?” He watches me nod like he expected me to run instead.
He looks… terrified.
Scared of the intensity, or that I might leave.
“Hey,” I whisper, and his bottom lip trembles as I kiss him again. “None of that.”
“I don’t want you to go,” he whispers back, and I tuck him into my arms. “Not even to grab our food. I can’t stand the thought of not touching you right now.”
My heart aches at his confession, and I nod because I feel the same confusing way.
“Come on, then,” I say as I scoop him up in my arms.
He pushes out a wet laugh as I carry him to the table where our cold dinner waits. We’re both covered in fluids and filthy, but neither of us cares as I settle him into my lap.
We’re completely naked, but I’m not exposed or uncomfortable.
Instead, I soak in the connection of our bare skin as we eat.
Towards the end of our meal, he wiggles his ass again, and we've barely finished eating before he drags me back to the bed.
He works me open and bends me over the side, and the way he moves in me is sweeter than any dessert.
The moon is high in the sky when we finally fall into a pleasure-induced sleep. We wake up wrapped in each other, and Xeni seems ready for more when the sun rises. He tosses the covers aside, and his gasp is so shocked it forces my eyes open.
He’s staring, and I follow his line of sight.
For a long stretch, neither of us even breathes.
A golden glow shines happily from my hip.
Xeni sinks onto his haunches and lets the sheets fall away. A matching mark shimmers on his hipbone. His eyes crawl up to mine so slowly, and for an endless moment, we stare at each other.
Both of us know what this means—the gravity of our situation should anyone find out about it. There should be fear, or trepidation, or at the very least, anxiety.
But there’s none of that.
There’s only a sense of completeness that’s eluded me for my entire life.
A rightness in what I’ve found.
Xeni’s eyes fill with tears, and I clamber to sit and drag him against me.
“Hey… it’s alright,” I soothe.
“How?” he whispers, and I hate how small he sounds. “How could it ever be alright?”
“Because I’ve got you.”
His gaze moves up to mine, his lip quivering as tears streak his face. “You don’t want this,” he says, the words so quiet I barely understand them.
The idea brings with it an immediate sense of panic, and an insistence that he needs to believe what I'm saying.
“I do want this…” I stress. “I want you. It doesn’t matter if it makes sense, Xeni. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He chokes on a watery laugh as he nods, careful not to scrape me with his horns. “Me too. And I’m selfish, Bash. I won’t… I won’t want to let you go.”
“So don’t.”
He gives me a smile so sad it forms a fissure across my heart. “You make it sound so easy.”
“Maybe it can be.”
He shakes his head, nuzzling closer. “This is anything but simple, darling. We can’t let anyone find out. You know what they’ll do to us.”
“I know,” I whisper, and he tilts his face up to mine. “We’re lucky I plowed into you instead of touching hands like normal people. No one has a reason to look at us there. The marks will be easy to hide.”
“Do you really think it’ll be okay?”
I press another kiss on his lips. “I think we’ll make it okay. Together.”