Xander’s eyes close briefly, then he rips his belt from his pants so fast that the leather snaps like a clap in the air. I jump, and another rush of tingles dances over my skin.
He unzips his pants and shoves them down enough that the sexy V-line of muscle comes into view and my mouth runs dry.
The line is so defined, I could sink my teeth in deep and I think he’d thank me.
His pants fall away and he steps out of them, moving around the bed until he’s next to me.
Heat radiates from him in waves and my heart pounds so hard with excitement that he can surely hear it.
Very slowly, Xander leans over and plants both his hands on the bed on either side of me, holding my gaze with his.
“If you come before me,” he says, his voice low, “then the next time we do this, you don’t come until I say so.”
My pussy tightens suddenly and a gasp escapes me as desire collides with need low in my core.
Unable to stop myself, I surge upward as every desire within me screams for a kiss, contact,something.
Xander’s faster and he pulls away with a smirk.
“There’s no way,” I gasp softly. “No way that you win.”
“Oh, really?” Xander takes the seat by the door and as he sits, he slides forward an inch and spreads his legs.
Light blue boxers cover his hips and frustration warms my chest.
“You’re not playing by the rules,” I point out. “Cheater.”
“You really want to see?”
I nod. If the tent in his boxers is anything to go by, then he’s carrying something at least an inch thicker than my favorite toy back home.
Trying to maintain composure fails as Xander lifts his hips from the seat and slowly slides his boxers down.
As they fall from his knees, he kicks them away and resumes his wide-spread position.
I forget to breathe.
His hard cock rests in his left palm, as thick as I imagined and curving slightly to the left.
Beneath his knuckles, his balls rest neatly just underneath and they twitch slightly as he adjusts his grip.
Dampness beads at the crown of his cock, glistening in the low light, and my mouth runs dry as I follow the thick vein that ridges along the side of his cock.
I want to taste it.
I want it.
I want him.
I want to feel that inside me, reaching deeper than anyone has ever reached before, resting inside me like a comforting weight and bringing me to pleasure I’ve never felt before.
My core tightens at the thought and I relax my fingers to caress my clit, barely able to hold back a moan.
“You still think you can win?” Xander remarks softly, his chest heaving as he strokes himself from the base of his cock to the crown.
More pre-cum beads and rolls down his length, joining his fingers on the next slow stroke. “Look at you. One glance and you can’t even control yourself.”
His words alert me to the fact that my hips are rolling on their own, mimicking the slow stroke of his hand as if trying to chase the sensation of what he would feel like inside me.
