Chapter 12 #4
It also made his cock burn up a little bit. He was conscious of that as he grabbed the zipper tab of his pants and lowered it down. He felt like he was putting on a tiny of a show for his lover and that was great. He wanted to do that.
He felt incredibly sexy when Iago watched him like he was right now. Xander had never been one to feel that way. He’d had hook-ups, sure, but no one had ever studied him with their eyes alight like Iago. No one had ever rocked from foot to foot, impatiently waiting for him before.
So he peeled off his pants, struggling because he had forgotten his shoes, which had him hopping from foot to foot, feeling less than studly.
But as soon as he was naked, Iago was on him, stepping up, hands sliding over his chest and belly, one slipping down to hold his cock.
“God, you’re pretty. How do you stay like this when you cook for a living?”
He sucked in a deep breath when Iago rubbed his thumb over the head of his dick, causing it to leak. “Lucky genetics, mostly, but I work out pretty hard.”
And he ate well a good bit of the time to make up for the tasting he did…
Iago stroked him from root to tip with a few strokes, nice and firm, and Xander went up on tiptoe, his whole body clenching. He reached down to gently remove Iago’s fingers from him.
“Naked. Now. We have this amazing bed. Let me go get a towel to put down, though, huh?”
Iago tugged his shirt up and off. “Are you saying I make a mess?”
“Baby, I love how wet you get.” He popped into the en suite, his cock bobbing. After he grabbed a couple of towels, he made his way back to the main room, stopping dead to watch Iago undress.
God, he was a lucky man. And he could just imagine the baby bump Iago would sport as their baby grew. So damn hot.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” Xander asked, voice rough already. He was needing so badly.
“I am. I’m ready.” Iago winked, then wiggled out of his underwear, which were all he had on. He took the towels from Xander so they could pull back the comforter on the bed, then lay them out to keep the sheets clean.
“How do you want me?”
Xander grabbed Iago and took the kiss he’d been craving, and it curled his damn toes, so he hoped it was doing the same for Iago.
Iago wrapped both arms around his neck, pressing them together to keep the kiss going.
So, he lifted Iago up and laid him out on the bed, stroking a hand down the front of his body, glancing it over that rigid cock that waited for him.
Arching up, Iago grunted, eyes wide. “Babe.”
“I know. I got you.” He did, too. He would make Iago feel so damn good. Xander crawled up onto the bed and knelt between Iago’s spread legs, grabbing them to pull them even wider. Then he bent down and sucked Iago’s dick into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Iago arched up, sinking a hand into Xander’s hair and holding him there. “Oh, God. Babe. So good. I’m so fucking sensitive.”
“Good.” He popped off just long enough to say the word, then went back to licking and sucking, pressing his fingers to Iago’s soaking wet hole.
His knot already knew what it wanted, his cock so hard it almost hurt.
It wasn’t long before Iago tugged him up by his hair. “Fuck me, Xander. I need your dick in me. I need your damn knot.”
“Uhn.” Hs nodded, licking the leaking tip of Iago’s cock one more time before he slid up that lean body.
Xander pressed his dick to Iago’s hole, and he slid inside with no resistance at all. Iago was so wet and ready for him that it just… happened.
They stared at each other for long moments before Xander began to move, thrusting gently at first, but harder when Iago wrapped arms and legs around him and yanked him down. Someone didn’t want sweet and gentle.
Someone wanted it hard and fast and desperate.
So Xander gave what Iago was begging for, pushing in with deep, vigorous thrusts.
Breathless, panting, Iago urged him on, blunt nails digging into his back.
They rocked together, and his knot swelled until they were pretty much locked in place, grinding together to get whatever friction they could.
So fucking hot.
“Close,” Iago ground out, his voice like rocks in a blender.
“Uh-huh.” He was close as well, his balls pulling up, his knot so swollen. He could barely breathe, but he kept moving, giving Iago friction, giving them both so much pleasure they were going into overload.
He reached between them, fingertips just grazing Iago’s cock, and Iago shouted, hot come spreading between them as Iago shook in his arms.
That was all it took to push him over the edge, and Xander came so hard his teeth rattled, his body on fire, his ass clenching as his balls emptied. He moaned, everything in him just sparking with electricity.
They collapsed together on the bed, and he was glad they’d put down towels, because Lord, they’d made a mess. And they might be stuck a while.
“Love you,” he murmured against Iago’s neck. Because he did. So much already. More every day.
“Love you too.” Iago was already half asleep, patting him clumsily when Xander moved them just so.
They’d have a nap, and then he would cook for his omega and all the other hotel guests.
It was going to be a great week.