Page 109 of Nothing Special X: The Last Stand

Every time Cassidy was near him, scanning the crowd with that steady, protective focus, before landing back on him, he’d felt a pull in his groin that was growing harder to ignore.

He was so desperate for him, aching for a touch that went deeper than the surface. But, Cassidy had been playing it safe, moving at a glacial pace that drove him insane.

A soft, rhythmic tap sounded at the door, before it opened and closed, then followed by the snick of the lock.

Xander didn't move, he couldn't bring himself to face the man he’d just accidentally outed.

He listened to the heavy, measured tread of Cassidy’s boots on the floor growing louder until the heat of his body radiated against his back.

Cassidy didn't say a word at first. He pressed his big chest firmly against him and held there.

Cassidy leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of his ear, voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent a shiver straight to his balls.

"Lane."

The use of his real name, spoken with such intimate gravity, broke the last of his resolve. Before he could gasp a response, Cassidy gripped his shoulders and spun him around. He cupped his cheek, his rough thumb stroking over his skin, while he wrapped the other arm around his waist, hauling him in tighter.

Cassidy crashed their lips together in a kiss that was all claim. It was deep, intense, and hungry.

He melted, his moan swallowed by Cassidy’s mouth as their tongues clashed and tangled.

The scratch of Cassidy’s beard was a delicious friction, and he tasted of coffee and a mature masculinity that made Xander’s head spin.

With a sudden grunt of effort, Cassidy hoisted him up, lifting him as if he weighed nothing, and set him on the wardrobe counter.

Xander spread his legs wide, and Cassidy didn't waste time working open the tie of his robe.

He slowed for a moment—as if he wanted to savor this part—as he pulled each side apart, exposing his soft chest and stomach.

Cassidy buried his face in the crook of his neck, licking a hot path along his throat. "You’re driving me fucking crazy."

Xander let out a broken moan of pleasure, dropping his head back until it hit the mirror.

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" Cassidy murmured roughly against his skin.

Fuck yeah he had.

Xander was rock-hard, his cock straining against the modesty garment he wore for the scene. The need he’d been feeling for weeks was an ache, a void that he only wanted Cassidy to fill.

"Yes," he whimpered, digging his fingers into Cassidy's broad shoulders. "I think about you all the time. Day and night. Long before you started protecting me."

Cassidy pulled back enough to look him in the eyes, his expression dark and greedy.

"If I cross this line and I taste all of you, I won’t stop.”

"Yes, please, god yes," Xander begged.

Cassidy reached down and stripped the garment away, freeing his length.

He didn't go for his cock immediately. Instead, he began to lick his inner thighs, tracing his tongue around the curves with a reverence that made him feel sexy as hell.

Cassidy hefted one of his legs onto his shoulder, exposing all of him to the cool air and the heat of his gaze. And he felt no shame under those worshipful eyes.

Cassidy swirled his tongue around his balls, lapping at them with slow, deliberate strokes before he opened his mouth and took the head of his cock inside.

Cassidy groaned around him as he swallowed him deep, the heat of his throat enveloping him in a tight, wet vacuum that made him arch his back.

He tried to keep the loud, guttural moan from escaping, but the pleasure hit low and vicious, instant enough to steal his restraint.