Page 104 of Not Catching Love

His begging tone can get me to do anything. I bring our lips together as I position my ass over the blunt head of his cock and slowly push down onto it. Xander’s hands snap to my hips as he lets out a strangled cry, tilting his hips up to fill me faster.

“God, you’re sexy.” I look down at how every hard line stands out on his slim body. His pecs rise and fall rapidly, drawing my attention to his reddened nipples.

“How is anyone supposed to have a preference?” he asks, eyes glazed. “Inside you, you inside me.” His lips brush mine. “It’s all so amazing.”

“Because we work together,” I tell him. I’ve had preferences in the past. Some of those have changed based on who I was with, the stage of life I was going through, or how I felt at thespecific time. With Xander, it’s all about how we connected with each other, and I can do that either way. He can too. “Once we’re done,” I say, rocking slowly on his cock, “we’re going to eat. Relax. Talk about the last few months. Then I’m going to fuck you next. Maybe eat your hole. Suck your cock.”

“Fuck.” His fingers dig in as his head drops back. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

“Then lose it. I want to feel you let go.”

Xander grunts, canting his hips again, almost like he’s testing me. The faster he builds confidence, the easier it is for us to get into a rhythm, and it doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting up into me as I ride him. I bring our mouths together again, one hand in his hair while the other teases his sensitive nipple, and Xander’s nails bite through my skin.

He’s straining to last—I can tell in the way he’s panting, how his limbs are shaking with the effort. I’m trying to get to the edge quickly, but I need more.

I reach for one of his hands and wrap it around my cock. “Touch me, baby. Get me off.”

His eyes flicker up to meet mine as he works me over. His grip is blissfully tight, my thighs are aching with tension as I take his length, and a line of sweat rolls down my back, right as Xander gets that devilish spark in his eye.

“Come on me,” he says. “Mark me as yours.”

“Shit,” I grunt, meeting his thrusts harder. My balls are so fucking full and ready, and with his hand on me, it doesn’t take long. The pressure builds up to an uncontrollable level and then releases.

I groan through my orgasm, Xander milking my cum onto his chest as he presses his hips to my ass and stills. His eyes roll back as he comes, and it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

He’s still struggling to catch his breath when my limbs go weak, and all I can do is press my mouth softly to his.

“That was …” he mutters against my mouth. “Amazing. So amazing.”

“Catch your breath, bug. Because that was just the start of it.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Xander

I stretch out like a cat, feeling warm and happy and like if I open my eyes, it might all fall away.

So I keep them closed and try to latch onto the moment where Derek said he loved me and that he wants to make us official.

Lips meet my shoulder as a hand runs over my back. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Okay, so it’s not going away yet then. I blink my eyes open to find my very shaggy boyfriend smiling down at me. “Don’t they have barbers in Cambodia?” I ask.

Derek’s chuckle is deep in his chest. “They do. It’s a beautiful country. But I only shave and keep tidy because the pharmacy requires it, so while I was there …” He looks a little sheepish. “I let myself relax a bit.”

“Do you like this look?”

His eyebrows lift a touch. “You don’t?”

“Actually, it’s kind of hot.”

“Good.” He presses a lingering kiss to my lips.

“I’mverypro beard, so you know.”

He drops back against the pillow, eyes closed, happy smile drifting over his face. “That was a great welcome home. I don’t think I’m going to be able to have sex for a month.”

I’m sore but very, very satisfied. Three orgasms in one night was like a shock to my system, and if that’s any indication of what Derek’s capable of, I have no idea how he went so long without it.

---