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I watch as Xander eases to his knees with the grace of a ballerina, his big brutish body almost shuddering as he lowers his head. I walk around him slowly, watching the way his breathing changes, anticipation building in his body. I trail my fingers over his broad shoulders, and he sighs, every tense muscle relaxing under my fingertips.
“You seem tense, Xander.”
He doesn’t respond. He knows the rules, unless I ask a question he does not speak. Pleasure rolls through me and I resist the urge to palm my achingly hard cock. I move in front of him and crouch, my hand gripping the steel of his dick which is straining in his pants, and stroking him through the fabric.
A groan slips free and I smile. “Did you like that? Making me look stupid in front of my friends?”
I continue stroking him and his breathing is choppy. I free his cock and his breath hisses out as I grip him just a touch too hard. Xander likes a little pain with his pleasure, and I stroke again, using my other hand to cup his balls and roll them between my fingers. Xander is a beautiful man, his body built for sin. Even his huge cock is pretty and curved just slightly but enough that I know he would make Amelia scream with pleasure.
I stop my stroking and let that scene play through my head and I don’t get the jolt of jealousy this time, I get a rush of lust as pre-cum leaks from my cock. “I asked you a question, little subby.”
A moan rumbles up his massive chest and, given time, I’d have him naked and flushed from denied orgasm. Xander is usually a dominant but him submitting to me is a heady feeling and I can feel him fighting it. His need to take over this scene is almost too much for him.
“Yes.”
I knew it. I release him and stand, and he falls forward, his body on the brink from me edging him. “Head up.”
Xander lifts his head and I see his eyes glazed with lust, his body almost shaking with the need to come. I love seeing him like this, at my mercy, but it’s the trust on his face that centers me. “I am going to reward you for your honesty. Would you like that, Xander?”
“Yes, sir.”
I nod, pleased with him, and I stroke his hair tenderly as he leans into my touch, an almost keening sound slipping from his lips when I grip the back of his hair.
“Take my cock out.”
His hands are firm on me as he does as I demand, his fingers skating over the Jacobs ladder piercing in wonder. His hand grips me and I close my eyes, allowing the pleasure to wash over me. He jacks me once and I tighten my hold until his head is tilting at an awkward angle, but his look of bliss tells me he is loving it.
“Did I say you could jerk me off?”
“No, sir.”
“Exactly. Now open that pretty mouth and suck my cock.”
I loosen my grip on his hair and guide him to my dick. His whiskers brush my skin and I hum in the back of my throat. Xander has a magic fucking mouth.
His lips wrap around the head of my cock and his eyes meet mine as he works my length into his mouth until my pelvis hits his lips. His tongue feathers over the underside of my cock, before he withdraws and repeats it again, his eyes never leaving mine.
My thighs quiver as I hold his hair tighter, and he sucks me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my ass as he pulls me to him and I know exactly what he wants. The asshole is topping me from the bottom, and I should deny him, but I want this too much.
I cup his face in my hands and draw back until my cock is resting on his lips and I power back in, fucking his mouth, and he can do nothing but take my cock down his throat. His fingers dig into my ass, and I know I’ll see marks from him tomorrow and it only makes it hotter. Before I know it I’m on the precipice of a powerful climax.
“Where do you want it?”
Xander tightens his hands on my ass and resists when I try to pull out.
“You want to drink my cum, slut?”
It’s a rhetorical question and, as I bellow out a curse, I watch him drink down every drop. His eyes are closed in bliss, and I stroke his cheek gently. I pull away with a ragged breath and he licks his lips like he wants more. My legs are shaking but I won’t show him, that. “You did well. Do you want to come now?”
I crouch again and grip his cock in a firm hand. A choked groan makes his shoulders convulse as I stroke him, jerking his cock like I know he likes. I’ve watched him in scenes enough to know every single thing this man likes. I can feel his cum dripping from the end, and use it to lubricate my hand as I grip his face with my other one. I slam my lips against his and he moans as I plunder his mouth, his lips firm, his tongue stroking against mine. His stubble rubs against mine and it’s a delicious friction that has my cock already twitching like it didn’t just come harder than a train hitting a wall.
Kissing him is like going into battle, neither of us wanting to give an inch. Even though I’m dominating him, Xander is a switch so usually he dominates, and I can feel the big bastard fighting me.
I twist my wrist on the next stroke of his cock and his kiss becomes wilder, teeth clashing, and biting and then he spills his climax warm on my hand and he pulls away from my touch breathing hard, as his forehead drops to my shoulder. I give him a few more gentle strokes and he shivers.
I get an unexpected wave of affection for this man and wonder how much I’ve just complicated things between him and me, and me and Amelia. The thought makes me release him as guilt assails me. I stand and stagger back a step, moving to the closet that has wipes and various other items inside. I grab a wipe and quickly clean myself off, before throwing the pack toward Xander without even looking at him.
“Don’t do that.”
