Chapter Sixteen Xavier #3
Ren didn’t know. At least, I hadn’t told him because I was afraid he’d hear it as pressure to have intercourse.
But those images stayed with me, and now all I could think of was the possibility that tonight I would find out how closely reality matched my dreams.
He brought his lips to mine, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He sucked lightly on it, building the fire between us, and my cock started to rise. With a soft chuckle against my lips, he slipped one hand between us to stroke my shaft.
I pulled back from the kiss enough to say, “I’m ready when you are.”
“I feel that.” He grinned and kissed me with more fervor.
The kissing didn’t go on for long. I felt his arousal growing stronger by the second, matching mine, and neither of us wanted to spend much time on foreplay. Within minutes, I was fully hard, and when I slipped my hand between his legs, I was met with wetness.
He moved off me and kissed the tip of my cock. “I, um, can I ride you?”
“Can we do anal that way?”
He laughed. “You haven’t had a lot of sex. I keep forgetting that. Yes, and as big as you are, it’ll be easier for me, I think. I’ll be in control, so you won’t have to worry that you’re giving me too much.”
“However you want.” I put my hands out to my sides. “I’m guessing this is when lube happens?”
“I lube you, you lube me.” He picked up the bottle and squirted some of the stuff into his palm, then applied it to my cock with long strokes that brought me way too close to the edge.
Just as I was about to stop him, he held out the bottle to me.
“Put it on me and inside me. With your finger, but then add a finger.”
He studied my dick. “And another one for good measure. Lubing and stretching.”
“You got it.”
I followed his instructions, pausing when his gasp sounded more pained than pleased, until three of my fingers were in his ass.
Following an impulse I didn’t bother thinking through, I moved my fingers in and out of him a few times, enjoying his moans and soft whimpers and finally his murmur of my name.
“Xavier. Fuck me. Please. Make me come.”
He hesitated. “I’ve come before just from anal. No other stimulation needed. I know you can do it for me.”
I didn’t know whether that was typical for people without a prostate, so I just said, “Good to know. And if you’re riding me, I think you’re the one doing the fucking.” I slowly withdrew my fingers and got on my back again.
He straddled me, wincing slightly as he spread his legs wide, and then started the slow process of lowering himself onto me.
His ass stretched around me as he moved in tiny increments, gasping and swearing a few times but not stopping.
I kept my hands off him as he went, until finally he said, “Touch me. Please.”
I gripped his hips, and he began moving on me. Not wanting to hurt him, I kept still and let him set the pace, moaning at the incredible friction, the tightness, the motion.
Fire and need grew within me, and I felt them within Ren too.
Our bond had strengthened immensely since I claimed him, and now, with our bodies joined, every sensation was shared.
Silver flashed through my vision, and the bond I’d thought was complete wrapped around us even more thoroughly, in us, through us, bringing us so fully together I couldn’t remember where I ended and Ren began.
I had definitely claimed him before, but this brought it to a whole new level.
My orgasm caught me by surprise, fueled by Ren’s, and the two of us toppled over the brink together. He cried out my name, and I thought I answered. The intense ecstasy wiped out my awareness of anything and everything, so maybe I only imagined saying his name as I released into him.
When my mind returned to my body, Ren was lying nearly flat on me. He’d moved forward, and my cock had partially softened, so it was no longer inside him. He was breathing heavily.
“Are you all right?” My own breathing wasn’t exactly slow and deep, and the words came out as gasps.
“Fuck.” He extended the word to four or five syllables. “What the…Did you claim me again?”
“I don’t know.” Right now, I didn’t know much of anything. “You were already mine.”
“And you were mine, but now you feel…more mine.” He scoffed. “Words aren’t wording. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah.” I pulled him up so the top of his head was just under my chin. “We should wash up before we sleep.”
“Good idea.” He kissed my shoulder. “That was the most intense thing…Fuck.”
“It was a fuck,” I agreed, and he laughed.
When we could move, we went into the bathroom and showered together, taking time to gently wash each other and then dry each other off, which necessitated me kneeling so he could reach my hair.
Back in his room, we curled up in his bed, covered by a thin sheet and the blanket I’d never gotten around to returning to the bed on the third floor.
His back was against me, my arm draped over him, as we’d slept so many times. An overwhelming wave of emotion hit me. He was mine. I was here with my mate, the man I’d fallen in love with, and he was fully mine.
He sniffled. “Xavier.”
“I love you,” I said.
And then finally, he said what I’d wondered if he ever would. “I love you too.”