Xander tilted his head and Wright laughed. His whole body shook underneath him and the feeling was incredible. It was a wonderful sound, music to Xander’s ears. He rolled his eyes though. “Cowboy? Really.”
“Why not? You got that song stuck in my head the other day. Plus, I’ve never ridden a horse before, only you. So it fits.”
“Oh my god.” It was Xander’s turn to laugh. “Cowboy it is. We’re going to change that later, though.”
“You keep thinking that.” Wright wiggled his body, bringing Xander’s attention back to what they were doing. He made quick work of getting Wright fully naked. Then he took his time prepping him, pushing him to the edge repeatedly, seeing how much he would take or if he’d break and move his hands.He never did. He was gasping, writhing on Xander’s fingers, begging for his cock. But not once did he move his hands. Not even when Xander straddled his chest and had Wright use his mouth to get him hard again.
When Xander slipped the condom on and guided his cock to Wright’s hole, he didn’t waste time in going slow. He pushed in in one fluid motion. His whole body reacted. Xander’s eyes traced the marks up and down his torso, the most prominent still the one on his neck. Xander had never been one for markings before. He’d never been one for a lot of things before Wright apparently.
“Oh shit, yes. Hard, Xander. Please.”
Xander obliged willingly. He pushed in more, rocking his hips back and forth while Wright took him all the way. Xander held Wright’s right leg in one hand, wrapped the other around his waist. Wright’s ass was resting against his thighs and he started pumping his hips fast and hard. Wright cried out but still he didn’t move his hands. Xander leaned forward and kissed him hungrily, shifting his angle inside him just slightly.
“God, baby. You feel so good.” His cock was encased in pure ecstasy, the heat of Wright’s body sending tingles through his body. His balls pulled tight, but he didn’t want this to end yet. He slowed his movements, pausing long enough to let the rising orgasm subside. Wright grunted, shifted his own hips. Xander’s hands steadied around his hips and kept him from moving. “Slow down, baby. You’re going to take whatever I give you, okay?”
Xander moved one hand to wrap around Wright’s cock. He was leaking, a few drops trailing down his shaft toward his groin. Xander’s fingers moved from his cock to the love bite forming on his right leg. He was pumping his hips slowly, long strokes that made Wright whine needily. It wasn’t enough to make him come.
“I love looking at you like this,” Xander said. His eyes met Wright’s and something unleashed in his chest. “You’re so different from everything I’m used to but fucking perfect at the same time.”
Wright’s eyes closed and he bit his bottom lip when Xander pulled out nearly all the way and then sank back in. He wasn’t moving fast, but the pressure of his rim stretched around him had his balls tightening up again. He repeated the motion, addicted to the feeling of Wright’s body taking him.
“Xander.” His name on Wright’s tongue sent a wave of pleasure through his body. “Fuck, you make me feel so good every time. Please, I need to come.”
“You’ve been doing so good,” Xander said. He sped up his strokes on his cock and pumped his hips faster, making sure to press as far into him with each thrust that he could. He watched Wright struggle, his arms above his head and the way the tips of his thumbs were turning white from the strength he was using to grip the headboard. His body shifted on the bed with each thrust forward from Xander, his lips were slack and he was making beautiful noises. The sounds of their bodies connecting filled the room. Wright’s lips were open, his words a constant flow of encouragement for Xander to keep going.
“I’m. So. Close!” The last word was a yell and Xander watched in absolute amazement at Wright’s cum shooting far. It really did happen every fucking time and it was hot. His body shook below him as the first rope practically sprayed straight up toward Xander. He adjusted the angle he was holding his cock and the second rope landed across Wright’s chest, almost hitting his chin. “Oh fuck, Xander. Fuck, fuck.”
Xander stroked him a few more times, emptying his balls with more cum than he’d ever seen in a single orgasm. Xander picked up speed and rabbited his cock in and out of Wright’s hole. He could feel Wright’s body pulsing around his cock and itwas all too much. He growled low in the back of his throat and pushed in, wanting to be so far inside the man he loved that he’d feel him for days.
Chapter Eighteen
~ Wright ~
“Idon’t know if I can do this,” Wright said as he stood in Paxton’s room. William was with them. Clark, Brett, and Wylon were all downstairs waiting for them. He looked at himself in the mirror again. He nearly didn’t recognize his reflection.
“You look great,” William said. He was wearing a tank top with a backwards cap and black jeans. He looked every bit the city boy he was and even though he was almost twenty-six, he looked like a typical frat guy in college. Paxton was wearing a pair of shorts and a bright yellow t-shirt. It made her skin look darker, her tan more prominent. She was wearing a pair of rainbow slip loafers. They looked awesome. William had brought some more clothes over for Wright to try on, knowing that he didn’t have anything more than sweats, jeans, and tees. He claimed they were his but the way they fit perfectly and looked brand new made him question it.
Paxton and William had taken it upon themselves to sort through the outfits and put something together. He was wearing a pair of jeans that flared a bit at the bottom. They felt like a size too big, but William said they were supposed to be like that and held them up with a black belt. The shirt was mesh, somethingthat Wright never in a hundred years thought he would ever wear. It was black and when he put it on, it didn’t cover his entire stomach and he could see his nipples through it. He tugged on the shirt once more.
“Stop messing with it,” Paxton said. “You look hot. And in a sentence I never thought I would ever have to say, my uncle is going to be tearing your clothes off later.”
“If he even lets me leave in this,” Wright said jokingly. He lifted his hand to mess with his hair, but William slapped it away. Not hard, but enough to get Wright to stop fidgeting. He’d already put some type of product in his hair.
“He doesn’t get a say in how you look tonight,” William said. “If it makes you uncomfortable we can go for another outfit, but honestly Wright, this outfit was made for your body type. You’re going to have fun tonight. You’ll be surrounded by all of us and safe. Let yourself try this out and if it ends up not being your thing, we’ll know for next time. You can bring a spare outfit in the car.”
“You’ve never been able to act your age,” Paxton added. Wright continued to look at himself in the mirror but he was listening to their words. He promised himself, and Xander, that he would do his best to have fun tonight. Everything from going out to just standing here talking about outfits was a new experience for him. He wanted to embrace it all. At least for a night. Then he could come back and enjoy his new little life with Xander. He could do this. “Let go and have fun.”
Wright took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror. They were an odd combination for a group. He knew that Clark and Wylon were wearing jeans and regular shirts. Brett was going a little more risqué with a white blouse mostly unbuttoned and a pair of burgundy pants that showed off everything he had. At least he wouldn’t be the only one showing off skin, though his pale color was nothing compared to Brett’s smooth, brown skin.
They walked downstairs and out the front door. Everyone was outside, milling around. It had been raining most of the day but finally cleared out in the last two hours. It was humid. They’d all had supper together- food that Clark and William brought over so Tracy could have a break from cooking. She grumbled a bit that she loved cooking but ultimately let ‘the boys’ bring something.
“Ho-ly shit.” Those words had everyone’s attention turning to the three of them. Wright felt like they were all staring at him. It wasn’t just their group here tonight; faces that he hadn’t seen before and some he vaguely remembered from July Fourth were sitting or standing around as well. His eyes searched the people until they landed on Xander. He was sitting on the porch swing.
“Damn, Wright.” That was Wylon’s voice. It was deeper than any of the other guys’ but not as much as Patrick or Xander’s.
“Um.” Wright swallowed and fought the urge to brush his hair back from his forehead. “Do you like it?”
“I know the question was directed at someone in particular in this crowd,” Brett spoke up. “But I can see why Xander here is so obsessed.”
