I put my hands under his butt and pick him up. Ash wraps his legs around me, which makes it easier when I drop him down on the rug in front of the fireplace.
"Oh yes, I like...your ceiling. Very um...oh fuck," he cries after I pull his shirt up and suck one of his nipples before moving on to the other.
"So you like my ceiling, huh?" I tease as I trail kisses down his chest until I get to his jeans and undo the button.
"Love it."
Ash cants his hips to meet my hand. I squeeze his erection, hearing his breath catch before I run the zipper down.
"And the carpet?" I ask, running my nose down the trapped hard length of his cock.
"Hard--nghh"
"My carpet is hard?"
I lower the elastic band of his boxer shorts and release his cock, guiding it to my mouth without waiting a second.
"Fuck. Soft. Hot...fuck, Xander."
I don't think he's talking about my carpet anymore if the hand he places on my head to keep me in place is anything to go by.
As if I'm likely to go anywhere else. Ash's cock is long, thick, and veiny, which means the only reason I'll stop from making him come is that I'm desperate to feel him inside me.
I release him with a pop but carry on licking and kissing every inch of skin as I move back up until my lips meet his for a sloppy wet kiss.
"You're perfect, Ash. So perfect."
He shakes his head like he refuses to believe my words, and I know I'll need more than words to show him.
"How about that tour of the room? I have a really comfortable mattress, and I think you'll like the ceiling there too," I say in his ear as I bite and pull his earlobe.
"You're a fucking tease," he chuckles.
"I'm serious. You'll love my ceiling."
I stand and pull Ash up with me.
"I'm intrigued," he says.
The fireplace is running low, so I add a few more logs to keep the heat going before I lead Ash to my bedroom.
I let him go in first, just to see his reaction, but while he's gaping at the glass dome above my bed, I get rid of my clothes. I only stop for a second, and then realize it's too late and I've already removed my sweatpants, leaving my biggest secret exposed.
15
ASH
I knowI'm not meant to see it, and I know Xander has never shared this with anyone else.
I know it because his absolute fear is written all over his face.
Xander is afraid I will mock him, he's afraid I will reject him, he's afraid I will run. But how can I when Xander, standing fully naked in front of me in nothing but a pair of tight, silky, satin panties, is making my already hard cock leak in my boxer shorts.
Xander crouches down to pick up his sweatpants.
"No, stop," I say softly. I don't want to scare him.
He stands up and flexes his hands, balling them into closed fists and releasing them again to run them over his sides.
