My lip twitches. “Xavier.”
He rolls his eyes and says truculently, “Once.”
Something in the way he says it gives me pause, and my focus narrows on him. “Was it okay?”
“It wasn’t the best, but it was fine.”
“Fine?” I frown. “Does that mean it hurt?”
“God, no.” I sag in relief and he stares at me before elaborating. “It was just uncomfortable. But I liked the closeness,” he adds quickly. “That was epic.”
“Xavier, it shouldalwaysbe comfortable. Don’t ever expect something that’s the bare minimum. You’re worth a lot more than that.”
He gives me a sudden, almost shy smile that slays me. “You’ll look after me,” he says with the confidence of youth. “Iknowyou will.”
The thing is, he’s not wrong in this. I’m going to move heaven and earth to make this good for him. The best.
Becoming aware that he’s studying me intently, I lick my lips. “OfcourseI will,” I promise him fervently. “You’ll tell me if it hurts, yes?”
He nods, and I reach out and run my slippery fingers over his hole, tracing over and around the taut skin. He goes still, but his face is hungry and dazed, so I carry on. I slowly push in one fingertip. He tenses, and I stop. I’m watching for the slightest sign of pain, but after a moment his muscles seem to ease.
“That feels good,” he slurs.
“It’s going to feel even better. I promise.”
I slide my finger in farther, going slow and pausing whenever he twitches. I want him incoherent with pleasure, and that’s my sole job tonight. I find the spongy little nub and crook my finger, rubbing over it. He cries out loudly, and his whole body stiffens as his cock spills clear drops of fluid onto his flat belly.
His hand snaps out and catches mine. “Yes?” I ask.
His eyes open. “More,” he whispers. “Give me more.”
I quickly add another finger, continuing to open him up and tickling his prostate just enough to excite and not enough to make him come. He’s young, so his refractory period will be short, but I want him to come for this first time on my cock. The possessiveness in that thought is disturbing, so I push it away, focusing on driving him mad instead.
Soon his legs are spread wide, and he’s shoving himself down on my fingers as I add a third. His body gleams with sweat, and I can smell the heat on his skin. A litany of moans and grunts comes from him, and just as I can feel he’s about to come, I pull out my fingers, uttering low noises of consolation when he curses.
“I want you to come when I’m inside you,” I growl, grabbing a condom. After sliding it on, I take a deep breath and grip my dick at the base hard, letting the bite of pain stabilise me. I’ve been so focused on his pleasure that my own snuck up on me.
When I’ve calmed, I find him watching me intently with a strange look on his face.
“You okay?” I ask. “We can stop if you want.”
Instead of answering me, he widens his legs more. He makes for an erotic sight on my sheets, and I swallow hard. Knee walking up the mattress, I settle between his legs and notch my cock against his opening. He immediately walks his feet up my chest, resting his toes against my pecs. My nipples pebble and then I take a breath and slide into him, smoothly, easily.
There’s no sign of hesitation from him now and he gives a long groan as I bottom out. His hands are like claws on my arms as I pause, letting him get used to the stretch.
“Okay?” I ask again.
He nods. His tongue is between his teeth, and his gaze fixes on the space between us. I suck in a breath as I see my cock, purple and glistening, slowly push back inside him.
I steady myself, setting one hand on his chest, his nipple trapped between my fingers, and the other resting on the bed and holding my weight. Then I start moving, thrusting in a steady, forceful movement.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his fingers clutching mine on his chest. The grip is so strong that my fingers hurt. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise, increasing the force of my movements now that I know he’s okay.
“Harder,” he gasps, his head falling back into the pillows and his eyes squeezing shut. “I want you to wreck me.”
I grab his thigh and shove it to the side, opening him up more. My thrusts are so hard that they’re moving the bed, and the headboard bangs against the wall. Xavier flings his arms wide, and his hands seize handfuls of the sheets until his knuckles gleam white, choked whines and breathy groans issuing from his mouth in a steady stream.
