Rising to my feet, I waste no time ridding myself of my clothes as I watch him climb onto the bed and position himselfagainst my headboard. His hand lazily strokes himself as he watches me, the weight of his gaze intoxicating.
Right as I finish undressing, and before I can climb onto the bed, he stops me. “Do you have a condom and lube?”
A fresh wave of nerves washes over me as I nod, reaching into the drawer of my nightstand to retrieve those items.Holy fuck, this is happening.I toss them to the left of Xander before crawling on top of him. He happily spreads his legs for me, and I love how we look together like this. I fit perfectly against him. Leaning down, our lips meet, and this time the kiss is passionate and long. Our tongues stroke, hands roam, my heart beating so fast, I’m sure he can hear it.
Xander wraps his legs around my waist, and our cocks line up, rubbing together in a way that makes my toes curl. He sighs into my mouth, lips falling open, and I take the opportunity to move my focus down to his throat. My teeth nip at his Adam’s apple as it rolls, and I pepper his neck with kisses, sucking the skin into my mouth, knowing that I’m leaving marks. I want him to look in the mirror tomorrow and see them, remembering what we did. I’ve never been a possessive guy. Never cared much about flaunting anybody as mine. But with Xander? I want all of that and more. I want people to know where I’ve been. I want them to know what we’ve done. I want to claim him as mine and me as his.
I sit back on my haunches, hands roaming around his chest before my fingers find the little silver barbells through his rosy nipples. Twirling, pinching, rolling. I love them. Love the way they look on him, love the reaction he has when I play with them. I’m enamored by the piercing. By his body. Byhim.
“You gonna fuck me, or am I fucking you?” he asks, words doused with lust and need.
My eyes dart up to his face, tongue thick, mouth dry, as I swallow thickly. “What do you want?” My voice is unrecognizable, even to my own ears.
I won’t even act like I haven’t thought about this, whether I’d be giving or taking in this instance. Both ways have played out in my head in extensive, erotic detail. I’ve even beat off to the idea of both ways. It’s hot, the idea of Xander and I coming together as one, no matter how it happens.
“I want to do whichever way you’re most comfortable with,” he replies, hand still steadily stroking his cock.
Xander is sexy. He is mouthwateringly, unabashedly confident when it comes to his body and sex. Gone is the flustered man I met on the side of the dirt road. Gone is the unsure man who hadn’t a clue how to take care of farm animals. In the bedroom, Xander is confidence embodied. It’s hot as fuck, and despite how fucking nervous I am for what’s about to happen—regardless ofhowit’ll happen—his confidence is such a turn on to me. It calms my frayed nerves just being in his presence. Knowing that no matter what we do, he’ll guide me through it without judgement, and he’ll look at me like I’m the center of the universe while doing it.
I chew on my bottom lip as I think over what I want, and while I do, Xander reaches out, wrapping a tight fist around my dick, stroking it while he does the same to himself with his other hand. He flicks his wrist, a move that has my breath catching in my throat.
“Either way, I think I’m okay with,” I finally say on a groan.
His fist tightens on my dick, and I let out a hiss through my teeth. Eyes zeroing in on mine, he clicks his tongue at me before saying, “Which do you want, Cope? Don’t give me the ‘I’m fine with either’ spiel. How. Do. You. Want. Me?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I blurt out, taking us both by surprise.
Xander’s eyes widen, his lips parting. “You do?”
Words failing me, I nod, my cock twitching in his grip. His eyes dip down, as if remembering what he was holding on to.
“Not gonna lie,” he mutters. “That wasn’t what I expected you to say.”
“Me neither.” I breathe out a laugh.
“Switch spots with me.” Xander scoots over, letting me lie in the spot he was just occupying, and he situates himself between my legs, similar to how I was with him. His palms rub up and down on my thighs, the feeling sending sparks throughout my body. “Have you done anything like this before?”
“To myself,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat up as I do.
A sultry little grin tugs on Xander’s lips. “Yeah, I’m gonna need to see that happen soon,” he growls, pumping his cock again. “But on a serious note, when you did it to yourself…you enjoyed it?”
I nod. “I did.”
He grins at me. “Well, in that case, give me the lube, and let’s get to prepping this fine ass for my cock.”
26
XANDER DAWSON
This isn’t where I pictured the night going. At all. Sure, I figured there would be sex; I’ve been dying to have sex with Cope, butneverin a million years did I think he would suggestmetoppinghim. That came out of left field, but I’m not complaining.
Am I slightly freaking out about it, though? Absolutely.
Hungry lips devour mine as I blindly flick the cap to the lube, pouring a glob onto my trembling fingers. My heart pounds voraciously as I bring my slick digits between his crease, using my other hand to stroke him slowly.
A shiver racks through Cope’s body as the cool gel makes contact with his skin, and he breathes out the sexiest moan. His chest is rising and falling with his shallow, rapid breaths, his entire body coiled tight. I can’t tell who’s more nervous in this moment; him or me.
“Relax for me,” I say against his lips, massaging the pad of my index finger around his tight entrance. It puckers under my touch, and as I swipe my thumb over the tip of his cock, I notice how much he’s leaking for me already. My mouth watersas a thought flits through my mind; a sure-fire way to relax him enough to stretch him for me.
