Page 60 of Salacious Star

Everything after Bran and I had decided to start drinking more was a little hazy, though, and I only vaguely recalled thebrilliant idea that I'd had to text Vincent to see if he had Ethan's number so that I could get Xander's address to go and see him, to tell him that Ilovedhim and wanted him to belong to me, only me.

My cheeks burned, and I ducked my head as I took another sip of coffee. "I remember going out for drinks with Brandon, and then wanting to see you. Though I'm not sure why my drunk brain thought that it was a better idea to try and get your address out of Ethan rather than just text you myself," I said, furrowing my brow.

Xander snickered. "Mm. And you got that information fromVincentof all people?"

I looked up at him, and there was a glint of mischief in his eyes that made me laugh. Already, the headache that had been pounding through my temples when I'd been just waking up was fading away, and I looked at Xan with a smile. "Think there's something going on between the two of them?"

God, I hoped so. Vince deserved to be happy.

Xan shrugged, grinning. "Dunno, but I am going to be giving my brothersomuch shit the next time we see each other." He laughed, shaking his head, and then he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair off my forehead. "I like seeing you in my bed. It was nice to see you last night, even if you were absolutely, one hundred percenttrashed."

He winked, and I groaned, setting the coffee carefully aside on the bedside table before scrubbing my hands over my face. "What did I say?"

Xan snickered again, then climbed onto the bed, crawling forward until he straddled me. My half-hard cock took immediate interest in the proceedings, and Xander leaned down to brush the tip of his nose against mine.

"Oh, nothing much. A lot of nonsensical stuff. You went out with Brandon and talked about feelings, and told him aboutus." He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, soothing me even as my heart jumped at the thought that I'd confessed the way that I felt whiledrunk. "And that you wanted to see me, so you Ubered over here so that you didn't risk a DUI or an accident in your quest to find me."

He pulled away and smiled, his eyes warm and twinkling, and something inside of me settled as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me.

"Yeah, that all sounds about right," I said, sliding one hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

Xander moaned softly as he kissed me back, and any thoughts of morning breath or the fact that I was hungover as fuck faded away. All that mattered was my boyfriend and how fucking perfect he felt in my arms, the way that his cock was getting just as hard as I was as our lips moved together, and the fact that I wanted to do this every single day for the rest of my damn life.

That was a question that was going to have to wait for later, though.

Xander moaned softly when I nipped at his lower lip, and his hips ground down against me, the blanket and his sweats an unfortunate barrier between our cocks meeting the way he so clearly wanted. I laughed softly before pulling away, taking in the sight of him with his cheeks all flushed and his eyes bright, and all the intense feelings from last night, the revelations that had been somewhat dulled with the whiskey that Brandon and I had done shot after shot of, reared their heads again.

They weren't scary, though. Not with Xander looking down at me like he wanted to eat me. Like me waking up in bed with him was the only thing that he wanted every day for the rest of his life, too.

"Baby?" Xan whispered, pulling me out of my thoughts. The pet name made my cock jerk, and when I let out a soft moan, his grin turned wicked. "Oh, yeah. You told me that you like when I call you that, too.Baby."

He leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss again, and I groaned as I shoved at the blanket between the two of us, Xander lifting his hips enough that I managed to get it out of the way. I was wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, and without the barrier of the comforter between the two of us, the thin layers of fabric between our cocks was barely enough to dull the sensation of our cocks rubbing up against each other.

"Oh..." Xander tipped his head back and groaned as he ground down against my fully-hard length, and his cheeks pinked even further as he looked down at me again. "God, we probably shouldn't do this. You probably feel like shit, you were really drunk last night..."

I grabbed his hips before he could pull away, growling low in my throat at him to let him know that I meant business. "You're not going anywhere, baby," I informed him, my voice low and husky. An idea sparked, and nerves and anticipation mingled together in an almost sickening miasma in my stomach as I continued, "In fact..."

I trailed off, chewing the inside of my cheek, and Xander cocked his head to the side as he looked at me, some of the arousal clearing off his face. "What is it, Tris?"

My heart lurched, my stomach twisted, and my cock jerked all at the same time. God, I loved him. I fuckingwantedhim.

And that meant...

"I want you to fuck me," I said, my voice husky and low, but steady. Sure.

Xander's eyes widened a little, his lips parting, and I chuckled a little at how stunned he looked. "Unless you don't want to?" I teased.

Xander's eyes narrowed, and the growl that he let out made my cock jerk again. "Oh, no you don't," he said, leaning close and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. "You don't get to dangle your ass in front of me and then take it back."

I laughed, the sound surprised and bright before Xander captured my lips in another kiss, and the energy was different this time. Every time we'd been together so far, I'd been taking the lead, topping, managing expectations, doing everything in my power to give Xandereverythingand get mine along the way.

Xander's energy right now, though, was dominant as fuck, aggressive and sharp, and I couldn't deny what a turn on it was as he lifted up and shoved his sweats down without breaking the kiss, his cock burning against my lower stomach when he dropped down again and thrust against me, leaving a slick trail of precome against my skin.

"Are you sure?" He pulled away just enough to talk to me, nipping at my lips and clinging to me like I would disappear if he wasn't touching me at all times. "You can say no, Tris. I promise. It's okay. I know I just said..."

I cut him off with a kiss, letting myself sink into the warmth of feeling that flooded my chest at his concern. "I'm sure," I promised. "Just...go slow. It's been a while since I bottomed." I chewed my lower lip, then continued, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. "But I want to do it with you. I promise, baby."

He smiled at me, the expression brilliant, and then he leaned down to kiss me again, his lips hard and hungry against mine. I kissed back, swallowing his aggressive grunts and feeling my stomach twist with anticipation as my cock jerked every timehe shifted against me, rolling his hips and making me want to flip us over so that I could systematically take him apart with my fucking tongue.

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