Page 103 of Not Catching Love

“I need to come,” slips past my lips.

He answers by leaning up and sliding my cock into his mouth. Xander’s tongue massages the underside as his mouth fills with saliva. It’s clear it’s the first time he’s ever done this, but skill means nothing when it’s his mouth sucking me down. He hums around me, eyes fluttering, firm grip circling the base. His other hand is rubbing my thigh, dangerously close to the crease of my groin, and it’s an overload on my senses.

I have to pull Xander off.

“We’ll be doing that again tonight, but I think right now, I really want you to fuck me.”

“Really?”

“Only if you want to.”

Heat flares in his gorgeous gray eyes. “Show me how.”

It’s the kind of thing that’s self-explanatory for the most part, but I know Xander isn’t necessarily asking for an instruction manual. He views sex as more than how I usually see it, and if he’s asking me to show him, it means he wants to knowwhat I need. What I like. Thankfully, we have plenty of time to work that out together.

I coach Xander through how to stretch me. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve done this, but it doesn’t take long for me to remember how to relax into the intrusion. He’s hesitant at first, clearly worried about hurting me, but when he slips two fingers into my hole and I rock back onto them, his confidence increases.

“This is amazing,” he says, breathless.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

“Every part with you is the good part.”

A smile warms my face. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me. I want to watch you come.”

He exhales through his nose, loud and full of want. “How?—”

I wait for him to go on, but he doesn’t. Reaching down to still his hand, I watch Xander until he looks at me. “What is it?”

“How do we … be close while we do this?”

“Close?”

Determination sets his expression, and he nods. “I want to feel you all around me. Smothering me. The only thing I want to taste, feel, smell, see while I’m inside you is you.”

My balls ache at the thought of that. I pull his fingers out, unfold a third, and then guide them back to my hole. Xander presses them inside, doesn’t stop until he’s nice and deep, and his eyes don’t leave mine the whole time.

“Feel good?” he whispers.

“So good. Stretch me out, then sit back against the headboard. I’m going to give you everything you need.”

His impatience comes through in the way he hurries to get me ready. We’ll talk later about how important proper prep is, but I’m experienced enough that I know even with him rushing, I’ll be able to take him.

“How do I know when you’re done?” he asks, forehead creased with concentration.

“When I’m relaxed enough that your fingers move easily.”

“So … you’re ready?”

I grin at his excitement. “I’m ready.”

Xander pulls out and hurries to sit back against the headboard, where he watches me expectantly. I grab a condom and the lube he was using before joining him. His eyes are on me as I rip open the tiny foil packet, pull out the condom, and then take my time rolling it down his length. It’s a turn-on to cover him, to get him ready for me, and the lust sitting deep in my gut is filling me with impatience.

I squeeze lube out onto his shiny red tip and then stroke in over the condom. His hands curl tight fists into the pillows beside his hips, and seeing him already so close makes me laugh.

“Don’t come too soon,” I warn him, brushing my lips against his as I straddle his lap. “I want to ride you until I come.”

“Kiss me.”

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