Page 62 of Salacious Star

"Xan, please..." I reached for him, grabbing his shoulders and hauling him up until he was nose to nose with me, his breath warm on my face. "I...I'm ready. I need..."

I pulled him down for a kiss before I could manage the rest of my thought, the words locking up on my tongue like concrete, and for a long moment, Xan continued to languidly thrust his fingers inside of me - stroking my prostate every fucking time, the teasing asshole - kissing me until my mind leaked out of my ears and I was left a quivering ball of need. It would have been humiliating how easily he took me apart and made me desperate for his cock in my ass, but, well.

Embarrassment had no place here.

"Okay, baby," Xan said, pulling away and brushing the tip of his nose against mine. He dropped one more kiss to my lips, as cool and casual as you please, and he ignored the strangled sound of protest that burst from me when he slid his fingers out of my ass and reached over for the drawer in his bedside table. "I won't make you wait."

The click of the lube bottle was loud when he pulled it out, and he smirked at me as he slicked himself up, stroking his cock with a slow hand, as if he had all the time in the world. As if I wasn't going fucking insane waiting for him to fuck me.

The only thing that kept me from whining at him, from begging for him to fuck me already...was the intense look in his eyes as he stroked himself. Soft and caring at the same time, like he knew how much this meant to me.

I'm sure he did. Xan...he always seemed to touch right at the heart of me, in a way that most people had never even tried.

"Grab your legs, Tris," Xan finally said, after a moment that felt like it dragged on forever. "Spread yourself for me."

His words were soft and coaxing, but he didn't need to be a hard dom for me in that moment. I reached down and did as he asked, hooking my hands under my knees and pulling them up to my chest. I wasn't lying when I said that it had been a long time since I bottomed - before I started working for the studio, at the very least - but I remembered the mechanics.

"So pretty," Xan said softly. He stroked his cock one more time as he got into position, and the wide feeling of his cock pressing against my asshole was enough to make me clench, my eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. "Relax for me, Tris."

He didn't give me more warning than that, pressing forward and spreading me wide as he did so. The burn of being stretched was intense and deeply familiar, and I let out a soft, broken groan as I forced my muscle to relax all the way, letting him in with barely a whimper. "Fuck, Xan..."

"You're so fucking tight, baby," Xan gritted out. When I looked up at him, his jaw was clenched, his eyes bright as he looked down at me, and I could see the effort that he was expending to go gentle, not to tear me apart on the first thrust. He was so fucking considerate...and it just made me want to give himeverything.

"Come on, Xan," I managed. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, the feeling of him sliding deeper inside of mesofucking intense. "Fuck me. I want to feel every fucking inch of that big cock of yours. Wreck me, baby."

His eyes flashed, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. To try and control himself?

When he opened them again, though, any restraint that had been lingering was gone, and his lips pulled up in a wide smirk as heslammedthe rest of the way inside of me, making me cry out with the stretch as he gave me exactly what I'd asked him for.

"Like that, Tris?" He leaned down and cooed as he slowly pulled out, before thrusting all the way inside of me again just as hard as before. "Is that what you wanted baby? You want me to fucking wreck this ass for any other man?"

I nod helplessly, unable to say anything else. The pace that Xander set was brutal, an aggression that I hadn't expected from him as he fucked into me. The familiar burn of being fucked quickly faded, dissolved by the pleasure that sparked every time the head of his cock nailed my prostate, and the sounds that fell from my parted lips were humiliating, broken, overwhelmed in the best fucking way.

It was everything.Hewas fucking everything.

"Xander...fuck, fuck, you feel so fucking good," I gasped, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. Our foreheads knocked together, the slight pain a distant sensation as I tried to pull him closer, tried to get him even deeper inside of me. He pounded into me, the slapping of our flesh against one another loud, and he groaned as I clenched down on him, kissing me so hard that I tasted blood for a moment.

"I hope...you're not planning on this just being a fling," he managed, his voice rough and tight with his impending orgasm. "Because...now that I know what your tight ass feels like..."

"I'm yours," I said, the words falling from my lips before I could stop them. My cock was so hard that it fuckinghurt, the rub of his abs against it every time he thrust the world's worst tease. "Fuck, yours, Xan, yours, yours yours..."

"Mine," Xan snarled, the startling display of possession making me moan.

The impending orgasm is the only excuse that I have for the next words that fell from my lips, just as Xander reached between the two of us and wrapped his hand around my cock.

"Fuck, I love you," I whimpered, thrusting up into his hand. "I'm...Xan, I'm gonna come..."

"Do it," he snarled. "Come all over my cock, baby. Fuckingnow."

His words stole my breath away, and I fell apart all over him the next moment. My vision whited as my cock jerked in his hand, painting me from neck to hip in my release. It was warm and slick and filthy, and Xander didn't stop stroking me for one second as I rode the waves of orgasm, fucking into me at the same pace until he stiffened, and then buried his face in my neck as he followed me over the edge.

The feeling of his cock jerking inside of me, flooding me with warmth...it was one that I was going to remember for a long fucking time. And would be asking for many, many repeats of.

"Fuck," Xan said, his voice rough and fuckingwrecked. He pulled away to look down at me, his eyes satisfied and warm, and he cupped my face with one hand, his thumb stroking across my cheek. "You okay, baby? Your head hurt?"

It took a moment for me to remember that I was supposed to be hungover, and I barked out a laugh as I shook my head. "I'm okay," I assured him. "That was..."

"Fucking incredible," he finished, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. Then he pulled away and lookedme in the eye, his gaze suddenly intense as he asked softly, "Did you mean it?"

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