His smile was wry as he retorted, “So you wanted a dry prick to stroke while I fuck you?”
I shrugged, ignoring the answering throb in said cock. “Valid. As you were.”
In a reward for my agreement, he twisted his hand at my tip with a gentle squeeze, before pulling it free.
“Grab a pillow,” he commanded.
Sensing his plan, I considered the ones surrounding me for a moment. I rather thought the pillow would be relegated to thisuse after I chose. I pressed my hips up and he helped me position it.
He took a moment, dark eyes flicking up and down my body. “I’m going to paint you like this one day.” The tone was matter-of-fact, and somehow my body comprehended the words before my head, my belly tightening and my toes curling into the new mattress.
“Yes, please.”
The stopper clinked against the glass bottle as he dabbed a bit more oil on his hand, slicking up his fingers. I opened my mouth to offer some insolent comment or other. Before I could, he leaned forward and caught my lips in a kiss that was instantly filthy.
Christ, I loved kissing this man. And I especially loved it when his oiled finger snaked between my legs to my opening. His tongue ravaged, even as his finger caressed. Once, twice, three times he circled before pressing oh-so-softly inside.
The sensation was odd, but not unpleasant, and the understanding of what was happening, and who it was happening with, was more than enough to make it arousing. Enveloped from below in soft linens and covered above by hard Xander, his prick sliding against my own, I was panting and breathless already when he found it.
I thought I understood on an intellectual level—but, Christ, this was something else. Every nerve in my body was connected to this one place and Alexander Hasket was playing it like a goddamn fiddle.
“Not so cocky now, are we?” he asked as I thrashed below him. Thrusting against his finger as I desperately searched for more but found too much.
“Xander, Xander, please.”
“More?”
I nodded frantically, but then his finger pulled away and I couldn’t help but cry out.
“Shh,” he whispered, returning with a second finger to destroy my sanity. “That’s better, isn’t it?” His fingers settled into some kind of rhythm that was at once more satisfying than my spasmodic thrusting—and more torturous.
“Christ, you look lovely like this. Someday I’m going to do just this until you beg me to stop.” He could do this forever. I was certain I would never beg him to stop. I could never get enough of this.
My whimpers sounded pathetic even to my ears, but I wasn’t capable of stopping them. There was only one thing that could make this better.
“Are you ready now? You want my cock?”
Between panted “Yeses” and overwrought nods, he must have taken my meaning because his fingers slid out. My whimper turned into a groan when I felt his cock brush my entrance.
“Fuck,” he muttered and reached for the oil again. “Forgot.”
My shuddered breaths filled the room as I waited for him to slick up his stand. He caught my hand, untangled it from the bed linens, and wrapped it around my prick. “Play with your pretty cock, make it feel good.” He said it as though it wasn’t the single most arousing sentence ever uttered, chuckling softly as I groaned.
And then he was back at my entrance, pressing slowly, gently, waiting for me to give way. When it finally obeyed my will, it was ecstasy. There was the strange fullness again, but this time I knew what was to come. I waited, tracing the lines of my cock with bated breath as he sank inside me with muted thrusts.
Above me, his eyes were squeezed shut—in discomfort or bliss, I couldn’t tell. It was probably a mixture of both, likeme. But when his cock brushed against that spot, just once, all thought abandoned me.
And once he found it, Xander was relentless in his determination to drive reason from my body. Sweat dripped from his forehead to mix with my own atop my shuddering form. One hand pulled my cock while the other grabbed at any part of him I could reach as he tortured me with pleasure.
“Are you close?” he panted.
I must have nodded, because his hand found my cheek. “Eyes open, I want to watch you peak on my cock.”
“Fuck…” I groaned, hand tightening on my prick.
“You’re going to make me climax when you do. And then you’re mine forever. Do you understand?”
Apparently my intended yes was incoherent because he added, “Say yes.”
