I pushed myself onto my forearms. “Never thought I’d see the day when I’d be spread-eagled over an arcade game, let alone a fucking air hockey table,” I panted, my voice slightly hoarse.
Xander's gaze landed on something beneath the table, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
He reached for a small, red plastic puck and placed it between my slick, exposed folds. It was cold. The dark gleam in his eyes matched the evil smile on his lips.
“You having fun?” I asked, trying for my best scowl.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, continuing to stroke himself as he ran the cold, thin object down my sensitive swollen lower lips. He looked more sinfully sexual than was right, playing with me and the little object he picked up.
Something about him was so curious, so childish, but I guess that came with becoming reacquainted with a world he’d hadn’t interacted with for so long.
“I fucking love seeing you like this,” he growled, his voice low and thrumming with lust. “So hot, so wet, so ready for me.”
I tried to act unaffected, but his words coupled with the puck pressed into me, sent a shudder of delight through me. My muscles clenched around the edge of the object.
“Give me that,” I commanded in a huskier voice than I planned, while opening my hand. He handed it over then slid his naked body until it was settled between my spread legs.
Without warning, Xander surged forward, driving himself into me with a violent and unrelenting thrust. My body convulsed in pain and pleasure as I cried out, my hand clenching the puck so hard it felt like it might break, while the other dug into the edges of the air hockey table, struggling to hold on as it rocked violently under the force of his relentless pounding.
I was so full, I couldn’t think. He reached places that turned my mouth dry and my mind inside out.
He pressed his lips against mine, and I could taste the lingering musky sweetness of my arousal on his tongue. I moaned softly as our tongues danced together, the warmth spreading through my body.
Sweat slicked our bodies as we writhed and fucked in long, hard thrusts.
Then I made my move, pushing the slickened air hockey puck into his mouth before I grabbed his hair, jerking his head back. He groaned either at the feel or the taste. I was below him but in complete control.
Xander surged forward, hitting me with a deep, powerful thrust, groaning, teeth gritted on the puck. He gripped my hips, pulling me closer as he slammed into me. Our bodies slapped together, the sounds of our fucking echoed in the arcade, punctuated by Xander's grunts and my breathy moans.
Xander's face was a picture of fierce concentration. His eyes, hooded and heavy-lidded with need, locked on mine as he continued to drive me higher. He turned his head and spat out the puck. He pushed my hands over my head, trapping them there.
“You’re going to fucking come for me, Miranda.”
“You'll have to work for it,” I managed to choke out.
A devilish grin spread across his handsome face, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s always a fight with you, isn’t it?” Heleaned down, his breath hot and heavy in my ear, “And it’s another challenge I'm willing to accept.”
With that, he moved faster, his hips pounding into me with a fierce intensity that was both exhilarating and terrifying. I was being taken on a wild ride, one that I had no control over and yet, strangely enough, loved.
The hum of a machine turned on and air shot out of the table’s tiny holes, penetrating my overheated body.
“What the hell?” I muttered.
“You got me too worked up,” he rasped.
My brain was foggy with lust, but I realized Xander triggered the machine with his power. Whether consciously or not, I wasn’t sure.
As his rhythm increased, my body responded. My muscles clenched around him, my breathing becoming ragged and erratic. I arched my back, trying to meet his every thrust, desperate for more.
The pressure in my core, the sensation building to a crescendo, threatened to consume me whole. I was close, so close, and I wanted him inside me when I came.
"Yes, Xander, yes!" I cried out, my voice hoarse with need. The intensity of his gaze bore into me, and I was swept away by his power over me.
The god’s body shuddered with pleasure as he thrust hard and deep into me. His muscles tightened under my hands, and I knew he was close as well.
With one final surge, Xander's body convulsed, and he cried out as he came inside me, filling me with his warmth.
We lay there on the air hockey table, our bodies entwined in post-coital bliss. Only the hum of the engine and our loud pants filled the air.
