Page 65 of Not Catching Love

“If you want to.”

“I want. I want to finally know what it’s like.”

“Then kiss me.”

Xander’s mouth finds mine, and it’s less desperate than our first one. This kiss is pure relief, a mix of this beginning and us never wanting it to end. My hand finds his lower back, and I guide him in close until we’re standing there, skin on skin, and all my fucking dreams have been answered.

But if this is his first time, I want him to remember it. Before he can ask what I’m doing, I reach down and lift him off his feet. His legs immediately lock around my waist as I carry him to the couch.

“You’re a natural,” I mutter into his mouth as I turn and collapse back onto the cushion. Xander straddles my lap, and I slide my hands further down to grip his ass. “It blows my mind that you don’t know how sexy you are.”

“It’s your lust goggles.” He grins against my lips. “You just keep them there until you’ve made me come.”

“Xander …”

“How do we do this?”

I guess that’s the end of that, then, but it’s okay. He might not want to hear about how fucking perfect he is, but I can show him instead. “I’m going to spit in my hand so it’s nice and wet, then I’m going to jerk us both off together.”

His eyes widen. “At the same time?”

“Yep.” Something niggles at me. “Have you seen it in porn?”

“A few times, but …”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I don’t really like it that much. The professional stuff, at least. I’ve found some amateur stuff where it’s like they know each other or they’re a real couple or whatever, but …”

What would you know? Abrasive, impulsive Xander is a romantic at heart. “Just kiss me and let me do the rest.”

Relief crosses his face. “Okay.”

He leans in until his lips meet mine, and I reach between us and close my hand around our cocks. Xander isn’t overly large, but having his cock gripped against mine is fucking ecstasy.

He moans into my mouth as I run my hand over us. I’m fully expecting this to be short and sweet since it’s his first time and I’ve been blue balling it for months now, but I’ll take every second I can get.

I hold the back of Xander’s head with one hand and jerk us off slowly with the other. All I can concentrate on is him. I’m holding and touching and kissingXander.

I’m leaking a whole hell of a fucking lot, balls aching with the feel of him against me. Our kissing gets deeper, and I’m struggling to keep up with breathing through my nose. I’d fucking devour him if I could.

Ruin him.

Leave him begging for more.

Exactly how I will be once this is over.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Xander

Derek has big hands. Enormous hands. The largest hands of anyone I’ve ever met.

At least that’s how they feel wrapped around my dick.

My entire body is flushed, face feeling overheated as my mouth hungrily takes everything he’s giving me. The sensations on my cock are more than I ever imagined, and even though I was fully prepared for discomfort or aversion to kick in, the opposite has happened. The want I felt for Derek before has exploded. I need his hands all over me, need to press closer, while knowing it will never be close enough.

I’m trying to hold in the needy sounds wanting to escape me, and it’s a real effort not to thrust into his fist. Derek’s steely cock is rigid against mine, and I don’t think my brain has completely caught up that this is actually happening. It’s too swamped in this fuzzy, buzzing high.

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