“Gods, no,” he says as he claws at my neck, pulling my mouth to his again. “Thought I’d try my hand at being a gentleman.”
“I’m pretty sure we’re a few steps past gentleman.”
Surrounded by that halo of white hair, he smiles up at me, then moans softly as I loosen my grip and give him a few slow strokes.
“Do you like to fuck or be fucked?” I ask.
“Both. Either. Yes, please,” he breathes eagerly.
“Yeah, same,” I say as I sit back and admire his body.
Xeni is graceful in a way that’s supernatural, with complete control over every muscle. His body is magnificent—narrow hips and defined thighs full of a quiet strength that I’m dying to worship. He whines when I release his cock, but his eyes flare as I slide down his legs to kneel between them.
There’s a sense of comfort between us that spurs me on. A boldness I rarely possess keeps our gazes locked as I lower my head and seal my lips around him.
I love the way he loses control.
Fingers white-knuckled in the sheets, he flexes his hips and thrusts into my mouth. The noises he makes are exquisite, and they grow louder as I take him to the root. His cock lodges in my throat, and it steals my breath as I let it rest there.
“Bash,” he whimpers as his hips jerk, stilted like he’s trying to hold back. “Bash, I’m… fuck, I’m… I’m sensitive. It doesn’t take a lot for me to… to…” He moans again as his hips snap up.
Tears spring into my eyes as my gag reflex kicks in, but I only suck harder. The base of his cock pulses against my lips, and he releases a wailing shout as he comes. I keep him there ashe writhes and shudders, enjoying the slow slide of his release down my throat.
The last of his orgasm throbs against my tongue, but he never softens. My chin is coated in slick and spit as I pull off him, and his face is a deep rose pink as I wipe my mouth.
He throws his arm over his eyes, and my brows furrow as I climb his body.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
“Forwhat?” I ask, confused at the way he tries to hide, and worried I’ve done something wrong.
He peeks out, still deeply flushed. “For… not… taking long. I’ve never been able to hold back, and I just…”
“You just…?” I gently grip his wrist to pull his arm from his face.
“I just really like you,” he admits.
“Xeni,” I whisper, pressing a kiss on his knuckles. “I really like you, too. We said no hiding, right?” He nods, so very vulnerable, and I glance down at his still-hard cock. “I like that you lose yourself in it. Can you… more than once?”
“Ideally.” He flashes me a sheepish grin, some of his uncertainty dissolving.
“Sounds like I need to get busy then,” I tease as I grin back. “What do you want?
He palms my cock through my jeans, biting his lip as he stares. “Fuck me,” he whispers, eyes pleading as they snap back to mine. “Please? I need it, Bash.”
We work together to get my pants off my legs, and we both fight with our shirts until we’re naked. Bare skin touches everywhere as he pulls me in for another long, drawn-out kiss. When we separate, he turns his back to me and kneels.
Xeni peers over his shoulder at me, face flushed and lips swollen, and his hair is a wild mess from the bed.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmur as I stare at the dip of his waist and the curve of his ass. Dampness glistens between his cheeks, and his eyes follow me as I kneel behind him.
More slick pools at his hole, and it opens easily for my finger as I press it inside him.
“You don’t need to prep me,” he says as I add a second. His back arches as he sinks down onto my hand, his body yielding for me. “You won’t hurt me. Just fuck me. I want to be full of you.”
“That mouth,” I mutter, slipping my fingers free before tracing a path along his perky ass.
“Please,” he begs, and the needy sound makes me shiver.
