“Easy,” he soothed, his hands kneading my ass cheeks. “I’ve got you.”
He worked me open with his mouth for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, getting me wet and relaxed.Then I felt his finger, slick with lube now, circling my entrance before slowly pushing inside.
The sensation was strange at first, but Xavier moved so carefully, so patiently, that my body gradually accepted it. He worked that single finger in and out, letting me adjust to the feeling.
“How’s that?” he asked, his voice rough with arousal.
“Different,” I managed. “But... good. Keep going.”
He added more lube, then a second finger, and this time the stretch was more intense. I breathed through it like he’d told me to, focusing on relaxing my muscles instead of tensing up. Xavier’s free hand stroked up and down my back, soothing and grounding me.
“You’re doing really good,” he murmured, moving his fingers back and forth gently. “Such a good boy.”
Heat flooded through me at his words. I’d spent my whole life being the one in control, the one giving orders and taking charge. Even in Austin my hookups had always been on my terms. But here, vulnerable and exposed beneath Xavier, I felt something shift inside me. Trust. Complete and utter trust for this man that was all suave and grace.
When he added a third finger, I felt myself stretch wider, and a low moan escaped my throat. The fullness was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. Xavier’s fingers brushed against something inside me that made lightning explode through my body.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my hips pushing back against his hand of their own accord.
“Found it,” he said with satisfaction, hitting that spot again deliberately. “That’s your prostate, Marcus. When I’m inside you, I’m gonna make you see heaven.”
My cock was achingly hard now, trapped between my body and the mattress. Precum leaked steadily, making a wet spot onthe sheets beneath me. I’d never been this turned on in my entire life.
“I’m ready,” I panted. “Xavier, please. I need you to fuck me.”
“You sure?” His fingers stilled, and I could hear the concern in his voice even through his own obvious arousal.
“Yes,” I said firmly, turning my head to look back at him over my shoulder. “I want this. I want you. I… Ineedit.”
The expression on his face nearly undid me. It was a mixture of desire and affection so profound he couldn’t hold it back. He carefully withdrew his fingers, and I heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. Then the click of the lube bottle again.
“Remember,” he said, positioning himself behind me. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “If it’s too much, you tell me immediately. Okay?”
“Okay,” I breathed, gripping the pillow tighter.
He pushed forward slowly, and I felt myself stretching around him. The burn was immediate and intense, so different from his fingers. I had to fight every instinct telling me to tense up, to pull away from the discomfort.
“Breathe,” Xavier reminded me, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. “Just breathe through it. I’ll go really slow.”
I focused on my breathing, in and out, as he gradually worked his cock deeper inside me. The burn started to fade, replaced by a fullness that was both strange and intoxicating. When he was finally seated all the way inside me, we both let out shaky breaths.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“Yeah,” I managed. “Just... give me a second.”
He stayed perfectly still, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulders and the back of my neck while my body adjustedto having him inside me. Gradually, the discomfort faded completely, leaving only that incredible fullness and the knowledge that Xavier and I were connected in the most intimate way possible.
“You can move,” I said. “Pleasemove.”
He pulled back slowly, then pushed forward again, and this time the sensation was pure pleasure. He found a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, but perfect in every way. Every thrust hit that spot inside me that made me see stars, and I heard myself making sounds I’d never made before.
“God, Marcus,” Xavier groaned, his hips snapping forward. “You feel so fucking good. So tight and perfect around my cock.”
I pushed back to meet his thrusts, chasing the building pleasure. My cock was trapped between my body and the sheets, the friction adding to the overwhelming sensations. I’d never felt anything like this before. It was complete surrender, and perfect connection.
“Harder,” I begged, past the point of caring how desperate I sounded. “Xavier, please.”
He gripped my hips tighter and picked up his pace, driving into me with more force. The headboard started hitting the wall with each thrust, but I didn’t care about the noise. All that mattered was this moment, this feeling, this man who’d somehow broken through every wall I’d built around myself.
