“You’re thinking awfully hard for someone who’s about to get fucked,” he says, rubbing a slippery finger against my hole.
My groan is loud and unrestrained, and it takes everything I have to not push back against it and force him to give me more.
“I was just…” I trail off as he rubs my hole, then let out a low moan when he gently dips his finger inside me.
“You were just?” he prompts, his tone as teasing as his touch.
“Did you mean you’d—oh god!” I cry out as he pushes his finger inside me.
He chuckles and gently pumps his hand. “Did I mean I’d?” he presses in that same teasing tone.
“Would you want me to fuck you?” I ask in rush, my words blending together.
“Sure. If you wanted to.” He crooks his finger and drags it over my prostate on the next pass.
I don’t bother stifling my cry. He likes it when I’m loud, and it’s freeing to be able to just let go and not have to worry about being overheard.
“Really?” I say on a gasp, my thoughts spiraling as he nails that spot with deadly accuracy.
“Of course.” He slips another finger inside me, and I’m so ready for it I barely notice the intrusion. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Not right now,” I say through clenched teeth as pleasure gathers low in my body. “Later,” I scrape out, unable to be more eloquent than that while he’s working my prostate like he’s mad at it.
“You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he says in a husky voice full of heat and need. “Look so good under me and taking my cock like you were made for it.”
I glance over my shoulder and find him staring at my ass as he teases me with one hand and rubs the other over his bulge. His expression is so intense and hungry, almost feral, and I have to look away before I blurt out something embarrassing.
He works another finger inside me, and I welcome the familiar stretch and burn as I let him in.
My cock is hard and leaking, and the friction from the soft material of the couch is just enough to drive me crazy without giving me any relief.
“That’s it,” Xave says in that sexy voice that will be my undoing. “You’re taking my fingers so well,” he practically purrs, and my insides light up at the praise. “So hot, so ready for me.”He pulls his fingers out of me, and I have to bite my lip ring so I don’t cry out in protest.
The couch under me bounces and dips as Xave stands up, and I rest my cheek against my folded forearms as I watch him tug off his shoes and socks, then strip off his jeans and underwear.
He’s even more magnificent than I imagined, and I hungrily take in his wide shoulders, corded arms, and tight torso before dropping my eyes to his cock.
It’s the first time I’ve been able to see it, and I marvel at just how big he is. He’s not insanely long, but he has girth, and my body tightens as I remember just how good that girth feels when it’s stretching me open.
Xave pours the rest of the lube in his hand, then gives himself a few lazy strokes as I trace my gaze down his powerful thighs, then back up to his cock.
“Ready?”
I nod and start to get up on my hands and knees, but he grabs my hips and flips me onto my back.
I land on the cushions with a soft cry of surprise, and Xave is already kneeling between my knees before I’ve fully registered that I’m on my back again.
We’ve only ever fucked fully clothed and with him behind me, and a rush of something that feels a lot like adrenaline detonates in my chest at the thought of not only getting to be face-to-face for the first time, but getting to feel all of him. It’s almost like excitement, but there’s an edge to it that’s so much deeper than that, and my breath catches as he gently pushes my thighs up and apart.
“That’s it,” he says softly and lets go of one of my legs so he can grip his cock. “You look so damn hot like this.” He closes his eyes for a few seconds, like he’s bracing or steeling himself, thenopens them. “So fucking hot,” he repeats, and the look in his eyes is so intense I can barely breathe.
Placing one hand on my chest, he rubs his palm down my torso in a proprietary way that makes my heart flutter.
“Mine,” he says, his voice a low growl as he strokes one hand over my ass.
The simple word and his gentle touch send another rush of that not quite excitement through me, and I’m almost overwhelmed by a flood of emotions I can’t even begin to identify.
“Stroke yourself while I get inside you.”
