“Ate them out? Like you’d shove your tongue up my ass?” This time, he was definitely squirming. “Only if they’re prepped. Do you want to be tongue-fucked, Xavier?”Xavier hummed thoughtfully. “According to my research, it’s like the most intense orgasm possible. Like, toe-curling, seeing-stars intense.”
“X, seriously, I’m trying to work.” I gestured at my laptop. “This helmet review is due tomorrow, and I still need to finish the edit.”
But Xavier was in one of his moods—restless, boundary-pushing, unable to settle.“But don’t you wonder?” he pressed, scooting closer on the couch. “What it feels like to be filled up like that? To surrender control?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to maintain my patience. “Are you asking because you’re curious for yourself, or are you just trying to drive me fucking insane today?”
A flicker of something—vulnerability, maybe—crossed Xavier’s face before his usual mask slammed back down. “Just making conversation. Beats staring at the fucking wall while you edit.”
I heard the distinct sound of June’s chair rolling back, followed by her soft footsteps approaching. She appeared in the doorway to her office looking completely fuckable. Her oversized Stanford sweatshirt hung off one shoulder, revealing a constellation of fading marks from our last encounter.
“Xavier,” she said, her tone direct as always, “your anxious energy is disrupting my concentration. And Milo’s, apparently.” She fiddled with her fidget necklace. “If you need something to occupy you, there are several house projects I’ve been meaning to tackle.”
Xavier’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “Not in the mood for home improvement.”
“Then perhaps you should ask Milo more directly if you need your needy hole fingered,” she said. “Instead of dropping ridiculous hints.”
My jaw dropped. Xavier’s eyes widened, his usual composure fracturing for a split second before he recovered.
“My hole is not needy,” he protested, but there was a rough edge to his voice that sent heat straight to my groin.
June tilted her head, considering him with that same analytical gaze. “Your behavior suggests otherwise. You display classic signs of sexual frustration combined with attention-seeking. Since you’re showing Milo videos about anal stimulation and questioning him about the experience, it’s logical to conclude you’re curious about receiving such attention yourself.”
Xavier stared at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“I have a conference call in thirty minutes,” June continued, glancing at her watch. “Please resolve this sexual tension before then, as it’s becoming difficult to focus with Xavier broadcasting his unmet needs so loudly.”“Is it turning you on, Junie?” I asked. “Thinking about Xavier wanting to be fucked?”“I’ll go get the lube,” she said.
“She’s wrong,” Xavier said finally, but his voice lacked conviction. “I’m not—”
“Aren’t you?” I asked, setting my laptop aside and turning to face him fully. “Because she did make a good point. You’ve been begging for it.”
His jaw tightened. “Fuck you.”
“No,” I said, standing up slowly, watching his eyes track my movement. “I think that’s the opposite of what you want right now. You want me to fuck you.”
Something flashed across Xavier’s face—fear, desire, vulnerability—before settling into a careful neutrality I knew was forced. “You don’t know what I want.”
“Then tell me.” I stepped closer, heart hammering against my ribs. “Tell me what you want, X.”
His breathing quickened, his pupils dilating as he looked up at me. “I don’t—I can’t—”
“You can. You’re allowed to want things, X. To ask for what you need.”
A shudder ran through him, his eyes closing briefly as he leaned into my touch. When they opened again, there was a raw honesty there I’d rarely seen. “I want... I want to know what it feels like.”
“What it feels like?”
“To have you inside me,” he whispered, the word clearly costing him something vital. “It’s not like I want all men, just you. The way you took me apart the other day, I don’t know. I want to feel like that again and again.”
“Stand up,” I said.
He complied without argument.
“Strip, then turn around.” I placed my hands on his shoulders, guiding him to face away from me. “Bend over the back of the couch. Get comfortable, let me see you.”
For a moment, I thought he might refuse, might snap back into his usual defensive posture. But then, slowly, he kicked off his jeans and underwear, then tossed his shirt aside and leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the back of the couch, his body forming a perfect line from shoulders to hips. I ran a hand down his back, tilting his hips a little, and he groaned. The position made his ass jut out, curved and delicious.
I stepped closer, my front against his back, hands sliding down his sides to his narrow hips. “Is this what you’ve been circling around all morning? Wanting me to touch you here?” I pressed closer, letting him feel my hardening cock against his ass. “Did you like more than just the spanking the other day?”
