“Yeah?” I asked, breathless. I felt like I’d been waiting, too, but like I hadn’t really known it. Not until it felt like the wait was over.
I could have this. I could have it, and it’d be okay.
“Yeah.” Xander’s smile widened into a grin, and then we were kissing again, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted that to stop. Especially now that I could feel my tongue.
It’d been so long since I’d done this that I was afraid I’d forgotten how, but some part of me knew Xander would be patient while I got the hang of it. I even thought maybe the getting the hang of it part would be fun.
This part was definitely fun, making out like teenagers who had the house to themselves for half an hour. Xander’s mouth still tasted of yuzu, and he was letting me take more of his weight now, warm and solid on top of me. There were too many clothes between us, but I didn’t hate the anticipation, the friction of fabric on fabric, the fantasy of peeling all his clothes off one piece at a time.
He’d let me. I knew he’d let me. Knowing Xander as long as I had made me feel safe in a way I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt before.
My breath hitched as Xander rolled his hips deliberately against mine, so I could feel how hard he was and he could feel me, too, needy and aching for him already.
“That for me?” he asked, barely pulling back far enough to get the words out. Neither of us wanted to be separated right now. I was fine with coming in my pants on his couch if it meant not giving him up.
The tiniest, saddest meow I’d ever heard interrupted before I could tell himyes, it was for him, and confess that I’d been hard for him dozens of times before, when I was exhausted and lonely and jerking off so I could fall asleep and I always thought of him. He was so much more perfect in real life than I could ever have imagined.
All the same, I looked down beside the couch to see a familiar silver tabby looking up at me with bright hopeful eyes I could never have said no to.
Xander snorted. “Still your favorite?”
I sighed. She was still my favorite, even if she was getting between me and sex with Xander.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Right answer,” Xander kissed the tip of my nose. “She’s got your eyes, y’know,” he added, easing himself off me and standing up.
I could see the outline of his cock straining against the fly of his jeans, and I couldn’t help licking my lips.
“See something you like?” Xander asked, eyebrow raised, hands on his hips like he didn’t know exactly what I was looking at.
“I wanna suck your cock,” I said, my tongue getting ahead of my brain before I could think of a better way to ask.
I glanced up at Xander to see if I’d shattered the illusion that I was in any way sexy yet to see him swallowing thickly again.
“Okay,” he croaked. “Okay, yes, absolutely. I have to feed the kittens,” he added, looking between me and Luna.
I grinned up at him, heat spreading all over my body as I realized Xander was still looking at me like I was the sexiest person he’d ever met.
“I’ll help.”
17
XANDER
All I could doas Milo pushed me onto the bed was go along with it, struggling out of my jacket as he planted a knee between my thighs.
“Let me,” he murmured between kisses, shoving his hands under the shoulders of the worn denim and sliding it off, tugging it out from under me and tossing it aside without ever breaking the kiss. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding and I wouldn’t have traded any of it for the world.
I had Milo. I had Milo, right here, in my bedroom, and he was taking my clothes off. It was all I could do not to squeal embarrassingly with excitement.
His hands moved to my jeans, fingers fumbling at first as he pressed me down onto the mattress, a triumphant sound escaping him as he finally got my fly open. I bit down on his lip as his fingers skimmed over my cock through the fabric of my underwear, stifling a whimper.
Milo chuckled, splaying his hand under my t-shirt and kissing me again, slowing things down as I panted into his mouth.
It was maybe just possible that Dante had somehow been right about the sex.
“You like being kissed,” Milo said, with just the hint of a question in it.
