Xander snorts. “I don’t care about that.”
“Yeah, but I do.” I wince. “The first time we see each other naked, I do not want to be worrying about whether or not my pits smell like onions.”
This makes him laugh. “You want to see me naked?” he asks, a knee-buckling heat flashing from his bright blue orbs once the laughter fades.
“Ireallywant to see you naked,” I reply and watch as a smirk lifts his lips.
“Good, because Ireallywant to see you naked, too.”
“Then I need to shower. I’ll be fast.”
“No problem,” he says coolly, pressing another kiss to my lips. “I’ll run and grab some ice for drinks while you’re in there.”
Going our separate ways, I slip into the bathroom and take what has to be the world’s quickest, yet most efficient, shower known to man. Scrubbing all the right areas. I won’t lie, though, I’d really hoped Xander would’ve snuck in and joined me. Although, I guess it might be a little weird to bathe together the first time we’re seeing each other naked. Still, I can’t help but feign a pout when I walk out of the bathroom with a pair of black briefs on and nothing else, finding Xander sitting against the headboard, a drink in one hand, his phone in the other as he scrolls through it.
Glancing up, he drops the phone into his lap when he sees me. A flash of what can only be described as hunger passes through his eyes as he rakes his gaze over my body in a way that I can feel over every inch of exposed flesh. “What’s that look for?” he asks, humor lacing his words. He stands off the bed, grabbing a cup that was sitting on the nightstand, handing it to me.
I bring it up to my lips and tilt my head back, letting the sweet cocktail drench my tongue, then I shrug, using the cup to hide my grin. “Maybe I was hoping you would’ve joined me.”
His brows raise a little with surprise. “Well, had I known that was an option, I would’ve,” he muses before reaching behind his head and pulling his shirt off in one swift go. My eyes immediately drop, wanting to take in every detail. Memorizing the sight of him. Miles of smooth, creamy skin stand before me, my fingers twitching to touch. My eyes dip a little lower, taking in his pretty pink nipples. They’re taut, and have silver bars running through them. My mouth waters.
“Those are hot,” I tell him, my words coming out airy and full of lust, looking up to find him already watching me.
Xander throws me a grin that’s pure sex.
My dick twitches behind my briefs, and I reach down to readjust myself, letting out a groan. He gives me a breathy laugh as he closes the distance between us, taking the cup from my hand and placing it back on the nightstand behind him. His lips are soft and supple as they fuse with mine, his tongue gentle as it caresses mine, and he leads us back to the bed, where he climbs on backward, and I follow, our lips never severing.
As soon as we’re situated on the bed, with me between his spread legs, everything intensifies. The air in the room vanishes, and with it goes any inhibitions I’d been subconsciously holding on to. Our movements become fevered, like neither of us can get enough. Xander’s legs wrap around my waist while his hands find the small of my back as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. He tastes amazing, my tongue can’t seem to get deep enough, and when he moans into my mouth, I damn near combust from how fucking sexy it is.
Leaving his mouth, I work a hot trail across the sharp edge of his jawline, down to his neck where I nip the flesh there. Xander’s hips buck up when I do, a groan so chest-deep coming out of him, it sends a vibration through my entire body.
His neck is sensitive…Noted.
I take my time exploring every inch of skin, from his throat, to his shoulders, and even across his collarbone, before licking a path down between his pecs. My mouth waters before I capture the pretty pink, jeweled bud, flicking my tongue all around it before tugging on it gently with my teeth. He moans so beautifully the more I do it, getting louder and more desperate, and before long, he reaches up, guiding my head over to his other one, silently begging me to give that one the same treatment.
“Fuck, yes, Cope,” he breathes, his chest heaving, hips rocking upward. I don’t even know if he’s aware that he’s doing it.
The urge to sink lower, explore more of him is there, and it’s heavy, but a pang hits me in my gut, keeping me from doing it simply because I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what he likes, and I want to make it good for him.
Deciding to play it safe—at least for now—and gather myself, I sit back on my haunches, raking my gaze over him. And fuck, what a sight he is. His arms are now resting above him on the pillow, messy black curls a mess atop his head, bright blue eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed, and his top teeth are biting down on his full bottom lip in a way that’s part innocent, part seductive. Lying before me, Xander is sex personified. He’s gorgeous, and I don’t even think he knows it.
Where I’m rough hands and weathered skin, he’s soft and sweet. We’re so different, in more ways than one, and I think that’s what I enjoy the most. He makes my heart race in a way it’s never done before. My body tingles, my stomach flutters, and it feels like it’s hard to catch my breath when I’m near him…especially when he’s looking at me like he is now. Like he, too, can’t believe he’s here.
Swallowing thickly, in a failed attempt at wetting my dry mouth, I run my fingers over his chest, eliciting a shiver from him. It brings a smile to my lips. “You’re… Fuck.” Words are becoming impossible. I’m overwhelmed in the very best way, and we’ve barely gotten. “You’re beautiful, Xander.”
The knot in his throat rolls as he watches me with soft eyes. They widen only slightly, as if that wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. “So are you,” he replies, his voice cracking. I can’t help but wonder if he feels all of this too. If the weight of all of this, and the intensity of how much he wants it, is damn near choking him. I hope so.
My face heats under his compliment. Nobody has ever told me I was beautiful before. Hot or sexy or cute, sure, but never beautiful. Cowboys aren’t seen as beautiful. They’re masculine and rugged, and for some reason, the world thinks that masculinity can’t also be beautiful. Like beautiful can only be feminine. That makes no sense to me, and it never has, because peering down at Xander, while he’s not as built as I am physically, he’s still quite masculine, but he’s also one hundred percent beautiful. You can be both, and I wish more of society would catch up to that.
Blowing out a breath, with my stomach in my throat, I climb off the bed, needing to remove this restraining fabric from my body before my dick busts through the front. Xander’s eyes track every movement, his lip between his teeth again as an inferno ignites in his blue gaze. I shove the material down my thighs, goosebumps spreading as the cool air of the room hits my flesh, but it’s probably got more to do with Xander’s eyes on me than anything.
My already hard dick juts out as the briefs pool around my ankles, and I wrap a fist around myself, giving a long, slow tug, the heat of his stare egging me on.
“Wow,” Xander gushes, eyes lifting to meet mine, tongue sweeping across his lips to wet them. The sight sends a spark to my groin, a deep ache making itself home in my already full balls. “That’s… You’rebig.”
Glancing down at the dick in my hand, I shrug. “It’s, like, average.”
He gawks at me. “Cope, the average dick for an American man is about six inches long with an average girth of about five inches. You arenotaverage, please be for real.”
