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“You want your dick in my ass, Xan?” I ask.
“Yes please,” he answers, but I whip around and snag the lube from his hands.
I end up on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, and a large glob of lube on my fingers, looking back at Xan. “Do you want to watch me play with my ass, getting it ready for you?” Two fingers dip into my hole, and I savor the heat in his eyes, but he leans over me and bites my shoulder. It’s a primal act of possession and the pain as he sinks his teeth into me is nothing compared to how he owns me in this minute. I surrender completely along with the masterpiece he leaves for me to see every time I get undressed for the next several days.
“Yield to me, what I say goes, understand?” It’s a demand and question all in one. And where we fell asleep upset with each other, right now he’s taking away all my fears and doubts. He is full-on male strength and we’re both giving in to the other’s pleas. And it’s now I realize that our attraction isn’t simply lust, but an actual connection we share.
Soon he flicks my finger from my hole gripping onto my hips. He tugs my body back to him as he sinks his cock into me. He doesn’t move, but shifts my hips back and forth as his cock drills further into my ass.
“I’m fucking you, but more so, Farmer, I’m fucking you with the idea of us. We’re more, and your stubborn self will admit it, because we’re fucking electric together.”
I’d expected Xan to be a dirty talker, but his words have a poignant meaning to them. He wants more, I knew this and with the way he makes his intentions known, his lips scour punishing kisses down my back. At times he nibbles on my ear, with words of affirmation.
“I want you, now, I want you later. And fuck, your ass is made for my cock. You choke it like the good boy you are.”
His good boy? I’ve never gotten off on this sort of word kink before, but I do now as my cock grows between the mattress and my body.
I may relive the warmth of his back against mine on cold lonely nights. I won’t forget how he fucks me but in a way that is both sexy and tender.
Thrusts of desire begin to pulse inside of me, and like before, we may come at the same time. His hands wrap around my waist, and I can sense not only how deep he is inside of me but how sweet his kisses are around my shoulders.
“Come for me, Clark,” he demands and like the fool falling for my ex-bully, it’s what I do.
* * *
We’re breathless,in a sweaty mess next to one another. He reaches for the condom and ties it off, tossing it into the closest trash bin he’d set near me when I had to blow my nose. Comes in handy now.
“Um, that was something,” I say, coming down from the high.
“Just something,” he counters, rolling over and capturing my mouth.
No, it was actually everything. It’s never been like that before, and I’ve barely bottomed, but I liked it. I more than liked it, I loved it.
He pulls back, his eyes locking on mine.
“I stand by my words, Xan. Something. That was something.”
He winks and that something in me flips, and I find myself rolling him over like I’m about to start over again. But I’m still fighting some sort of virus, and don’t have it in me, even with how crazy I am for this man.
“That was more than something, Xan, and you know it. I wish we could go again.”
His hands reach down to my bare ass. “Definitely later then?” he asks, with so much hope in his question, the way it dips, and he’s quietly waiting for my response.
“Yeah, I can’t get enough of you. Fuck, I’m sort of infatuated with your cock.” It’s my reply, and where he’d been wearing an expression of concern, he now grins from ear to ear, his blue eyes shining with relief. At the core, Xander Lynol is a man with insecurities like the rest of us. “I like this side of you, Xan.”
I say it with so much ease because this part of Xander is easy, so easy as if the other part of him is just his facade.
“Why did you become a lawyer?” he asks, and we’ve gone from twenty questions to simply answering when the other requests.
“It may surprise you,” I warn.
Xan lets out a hearty chuckle like he knows me. “I expect something along the lines of helping the world, and the little man.”
“No. Absolutely not.” I let out a long squeal, my genuine laugh I don’t share with many because it’s pretty obnoxious.
He begins to tickle my side. “Tell me then.”
I’ve never said it out loud, not for anyone to hear, but I’ll share it with him. “I wanted to live a life where I didn’t have to worry about money. I picked the one profession I felt I could do, becoming financially stable, and loving it all at the same time.”
