“You do?” He pulled his shirt away from his body and looked down at it. “Tyler said only girls and fairies wear shirts like this.”
“I don’t know who this Tyler person is, but I’ve known plenty of people like him my whole life, Max. You can’t let Tyler ruin your day and take away your joy over wearing a shirt you love. Okay?”
“Okay, Xavier.” Max nodded his blond head in conviction and gave me a genuine smile.
I talked to Max for another thirty minutes or more about anything he wanted to talk about. He was an amazing kid and I enjoyed the time I spent with him and his mom. I exchanged phone numbers with Lindsey before I left and made her promise to call me if she or Max had any more questions or just wanted to talk. I’d do anything I could to help them. I was confident when I left Miss Annette’s preschool that Max would be okay, because he had a mom who would love and support him wherever life took him.
I shook all over from an adrenaline rush after my ninety minute kickboxing session, which was basically me getting my ass kicked. It felt so good to be doing something to take control of my life. It was exactly what I needed, but the side effect of the spiked adrenaline and testosterone had me doing something really fucking stupid.
I tried to convince myself I was just driving by his house to make sure he made it home safe and that I wasn’t going to pull into his drive and knock on his door. Fuck, who was I trying to kid? I needed an outlet to release my adrenaline and I trusted him, nothing more and nothing less.
I shut off my car and jogged up to his front door reminiscent of a few nights before, but this time the emotions singeing my nerve endings had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with lust. I rang his doorbell and didn’t have to wait long for him to open the door. Like the first time, I shoved him inside his house and slammed the door behind me. Ben’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared when he so easily read the heat and need in my eyes.
“I need ...” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I didn’t want to cross that line.
“What do you need, Xavier?” He stepped so close to me I could feel the heat coming off of his body. “I need to hear the words so that there’s no confusion about what youneedfrom me. Tell me and I will give you whatever it is that you need.”
Ben placed his hands lightly on either side of my neck, a move that would normally have me jerking away from his touch. This was Ben though, not a demon from my past, and he didn’t want to hurt me. I could see it in his eyes.
“I need to fuck you, Ben.” There, I said it and waited to see if he would give me what I needed like he said he would. Ben said nothing, instead he took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. My body shook so hard with need that it scared me a little.
“Take what you need from me, Xavier.” I pounced on him, kissing him as hard as I could while we tore our clothes off and tossed them in a heap. “Condoms and lubricant are in the drawer,” Ben said in between nibbles on my neck. He wrapped his big hand around my cock and stroked up and down, which only drove my need to stratospheric heights. “Are you going to make me cry from the pleasure you give me?” Ben asked me while he circled my piercing with the tip of his finger. I could hear his excitement in his voice.
“Like you’ve never felt before, Ben. Get on your hands and knees.” I fisted my hands tightly to keep them from shaking as I watched him climb onto his big bed and present his ass to me just like I asked him to. I grabbed the supplies out of the drawer and climbed up behind him, taking the time to appreciate Ben’s beautiful body. “You have a very sexy ass and I can’t wait to be inside it.”
“It’s all yours, Xavier.” Ben said breathlessly, but there was something else in his tone of voice – something I didn’t want to think about, at least not at that moment.
His words sent a thrilling shiver down my spine as I poured some lube on my fingers and rubbed them together to coat them well. Ben cried out my name when I slid a single finger inside his tight entrance, but it wasn’t a cry of discomfort, his tight heat sucked me in all the way to my knuckle. He began rocking back and forth, working his ass on my finger.
“More,” he urged, but Ben’s actions spoke louder than his words. I obliged him by adding a second finger, stroking soft and slow inside him. I curled my fingers, grazing his prostate and causing his breath to hiss out between his lips. “I’m ready,” he practically growled at me, his need evident in his actions and words.
“I’ll decide when you’re ready, Ben. You’re as tight as any virgin and you’ll need to be soft and pliable to receive the fucking I’m about to give you.” I watched as goosebumps popped up all over his golden skin with my whispered words. Scissoring my fingers inside him a few times before I pulled out completely, eliciting a moan from him. I placed my hand between his shoulder blades and gently pushed down until his forehead rested against the comforter. “Do not touch yourself, Ben, because you won’t need to.”
In this position I could see his firm, virile balls and straining erection dangling between his spread legs. If my need wasn’t so great I’d bathe every inch of him with my tongue. I rolled on the condom and spread more lubricant up and down the length of my erection before pressing the tip to his opening. I placed one hand on his hip and left the other on my cock while I fed my hard length inside his quivering hole.
The urge to drive deep inside him was almost too severe to ignore, but I kept a tight grip on my control and slowly worked him open until I buried my cock to the hilt. Ben’s scorching heat hugged my dick tight, making my eyes roll back in my head. Ben and I released matching guttural moans at the same time. Up until then, my piercing had just barely grazed his gland, but that soon changed. I pulled back until only the tip of my erection remained inside him.
"Xavier.” My name was part plea and part curse. “Take what you need.” I snapped my hips forward, aiming my cock at that glorious spot that would drive him to ecstasy after only a few strokes. “Fuck!” Ben roared and I knew I had hit my target.
I pounded into him time and time again, gritting my teeth and tensing my muscles in attempt to hold off my orgasm. I had one hand fisted in his hair and the other squeezing his hip so hard I would likely leave a red handprint.
“Oh my ... God. So close, Xavier. Fuck ... right fucking there.” Ben roared as he came all over his comforter. I released his hair so I could grip his hips with both hands and drive harder and deeper, chasing my own orgasm.
“So tight,” I told Ben as his ass continued to spasm and grip me harder than anything I’d ever felt before. I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and clinched my teeth so I wouldn’t call out his name as my climax ripped powerfully through my body. His body turned boneless beneath me as I kept pumping in and out of him until the final tremors faded from my body.
I wanted to say it was the spiked adrenaline and testosterone that contributed to the intensity of my orgasm, but what was the point in lying to myself? Still, doubt and regret creeped in as my body cooled and my heart calmed down. I wanted to pull out of him, clean up, and get the hell out of there, but I stayed put.
“You’ve already left me even though your dick is still semi-hard and lodged deep inside me.”
XAVIER TENSED BEHINDme and I instantly regretted my words. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to him, but it fucking pissed me off that he was emotionally distancing himself when he was still inside me. I didn’t ask him to come over and fuck me, although I wasn’t complaining. He showed up at my house with hisneedand I eagerly gave him the outlet he craved to relieve his tension. I knew why he came and I also knew he hadn’t changed his stance on our non-relationship, but he could have at least waited until he pulled his dick from my ass before he started withdrawing emotionally too.
It was while I was chastising myself for not keeping my mouth shut that I noticed Xavier’s body began to shake and tremble all over. I recognized the signs that his body was coming down from an intense adrenaline and testosterone spike and took action by disengaging from his body. His eyes were wide and haunted, his lips trembled, and his body was clammy and cold from his cooling sweat.
“Xavier, look at me.” I placed both of my hands firmly on his shoulders and gently shook him to bring his focus back to me. Those whiskey colored eyes latched onto mine and the haunted look slowly shifted to embarrassment. “Don’t go there right now. Let me help you, if only for tonight.” I gently kissed his lips before releasing his shoulder and taking his hand in mine.
Xavier remained silent as I led him into my bathroom, turned on the shower, and gently removed the condom from his sensitive penis before dropping it in the trash can. I guided him into the shower once the water warmed up, placing him directly under the spray. Xavier tried to avert his gaze, but I didn’t allow it. There was nothing for him to be embarrassed about and I wanted him to know it. I placed my hand beneath his chin, raising it until his eyes met mine. He opened his mouth and I knew he was going to start telling me all the reasons why this had been a mistake. I pressed my finger to his lips to stop him; my ego couldn’t take another blow just then.
“It wasn’t a mistake, Xavier.” He released a soft sigh against my finger and I removed it from his lips.
