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I stood and walked across my bedroom, going to the closet. Blake sat up and watched me. Inside my closet, I reached for a black bag at the top of a shelf. I opened it and took out a slick bottle of massage oil.

With a wink, I said, “Turn over and let me make you feel like a god.”

Chapter 27

Losing It

Blake

Xavier’s bedroomfelt like a sanctuary.

These last twenty-four hours were a whirlwind. My head still spun like a broken wind vein inside the bands of a lashing hurricane, but being here with X helped calm most of that down. The dark wood-paneled walls bounced some of the warm light from the only lamp that had been turned on. It made Xavier’s skin glow, his muscles rippling as he walked back to the bed with massage oil in hand.

Fuck, I really needed this.

My body thrummed with anticipation. He was otherworldly, and not just because he had a dragon coiled up inside him. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, his gaze raking over me. It allowed me a second to appreciate his form: shoulders like boulders, a chest that could only have been acquired through a hundred push-ups a day, thick thighs dusted in the same brown hair that crowned his head, balls that hung heavy under his thickand stiff cock.

A cock that I desperately wanted inside me.

A cock I was unsure would everfitinside me.

I had played with my ass before, using a finger or two, and found that I really enjoyed it. I had even ordered a toy online once. It was a regular-sized dildo that I tried to use but couldn’t get past the head, so I stopped and jerked off the old-fashioned way. There had been a stinging pain that I couldn’t quite get past, nor did I have the motivation to try. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to experience it with another man. I got off on the idea of a man entering me, using my body for his pleasure while I got mine. There was something primal about it, but also something extremely romantic too.

“Turn over and let me make you feel like a god,” Xavier said. The fire at the base of my spine exploded.

He squirted some oil into his hand and climbed onto the bed. I turned over, lying flat, my head comfortable on his large pillow. The gray sheets were as soft as silk, and they had his scent on them. Oaky and earthy with a dash of floral notes that drove me wild. I breathed him in as Xavier started on my lower back, rubbing the oil up and down. It was heavenly. My body instantly began to relax at his expert touch. His fingers found knots I didn’t even know I had, working them out with a tender care that made this all the better.

He moved up to my shoulders. As he did, he rubbed his stiff cock against my ass. I shut my eyes and let the sensations carry me away. My dick pushed against the mattress, throbbing. My balls felt heavy and full.

“How’s that pressure?”

I moaned into the pillow as an answer.

“Good, just relax. Breathe. That’s it.”

He worked my neck, the spot between my shoulders, my back, all while rubbing his body on mine, his cock sliding between my cheeks. He briefly paused in massaging me with his hands and rested his body weight on me, reaching down and squeezing the sides of my thighs.

I instinctually pushed my ass up, wanting to feel him not just on the outside but on the inside. I craved being one with this man in a way I hadn’t craved anything before in my life.

Not yet, though. He went back to kneading out my muscles, releasing the tension and lactic acid stored from the mountains of stress I’d been under. He reached my ass and used his fists to work the large globes of muscle. He opened me, spread my cheeks, my hole feeling exposed. At first, I felt myself getting nervous. It wasn’t exactly a place on my body I always had eyes on. It was one of my most private areas, and it was now on full display for Xavier.

Did he like it? Was I sexy enough for him?

He growled and squeezed. “Fuck, baby, look at that pretty pink hole. I love it.”

Was he a mind reader too? Doubtful. He was simply perfect.

I pushed my ass up again, giving him the green light. He took it, rubbing a finger over my hole, slow and soft. He traced circles, getting me used to his touch. I opened my legs and melted further into the bed. He pushed a finger in.

“That okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“Want more?”

“Mhmmmm.”

He sunk his finger in deeper. It slidin without much resistance and with only the slightest sting. The sensation gave way to pure pleasure as he rubbed at my inner walls, turning his finger over and prodding at my prostate.

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