He put one arm around my shoulders, stooped, looped his other arm behind my knees, and picked me up. I wrapped my arm around his neck and rested my head against his shoulder as he carried me to his bedroom. He laid me reverently onto the bed, with my head on the pillow, and then stood staring at me from the foot of the bed. I would have loved to read his thoughts at that moment. I bent my knees and spread my legs invitingly, my heels sinking into his mattress. I lazily stroked my cock, encouraging it to go from half-mast to fully hard.
“Are you going to stand there staring, or will you join me?” I asked.
“You still want to sixty-nine?”
I ran my tongue over my lips. “Yes, hot stuff.” I pointed at his boxer shorts. “You’re going to have to lose those, though.”
He took them off quicker than lightspeed. I inhaled sharply as I stared at his cock. It was fully erect, and his massive balls were heavy and engorged.
He crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
“Most guys don’t because…” He shrugged apologetically. “Having a huge dick might be great for True Fans, but it’s not done much for my sex life.”
I cupped his cheeks in my hands and stared into his eyes. “I’d like to try. I might just end up licking you like a popsicle.”
“Sounds amazing.”
“Oh, I’ll make amazing sounds. Don’t you worry.” I kissed his forehead. “For the record, I’ve never done this before.”
“Given a blow job?”
“I’ve done that plenty of times. I told you I enjoy it. I’ve never sixty-nined with a guy. It’ll be a new experience for me. Hopefully, it will be an enjoyable one that I’ll want to repeat. Lots. With my gorgeous hunk of a sexy boyfriend.”
Xander looked over his shoulder. “Shit? Is he going to be home soon? Should I leave?”
I batted him over the shoulder. “I’m talking about you.” I hooked my hand around his neck and dragged him to me for a kiss.
By the time we were done, we were breathless. Xander rested his forehead against mine as our chests heaved against one another.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered.
“No one’s perfect.”
“Then you’re the closest damn thing to perfect there is.”
I trailed my finger over his lips. “You should hold off on saying that until after you’ve seen how good a dicksucker I am.”
“No need. You could decide you never want my dick near your mouth, and I’d still think you were perfect.”
“I do want your dick near my mouth.” I twirled my finger in the air. “Now.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Seriously, hot stuff. Turn around.”
I was still breathless, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the amazing kiss or because nerves were starting to get the better of me. My stomach fluttered with anticipation as Xander rocked upright.
“You should be on top,” he said.
“Or we can lie on our sides?”
“Whichever would make you feel the most comfortable.”
I turned onto my side, tucked my hand under my cheek, and smiled at him.
He lay on his side, with his head next to my groin. He ran a hand over my stocking, stretching his arm until he was touching the top of my foot. “Have I mentioned how fucking sexy you look in stockings and heels?”
