Page 121 of Playing with Fire

"That's the idea." I reached back to unzip his pants, freeing his cock, already hard and leaking. "And I don't share, Leo. Not your attention, not your sounds, and certainly not this." I stroked him once, spreading his pre-cum along his length.

His hand went to his pocket, the motion so familiar after months together. "I should have a condom—"

"No." The word came out more forcefully than I'd intended. I turned to face him, one hand still wrapped around his cock. "I want to feel you. Just you."

Leo's eyes widened, understanding immediately what I was asking for. "Xavier... are you sure? We've always used protection. Your thing with—" He cut himself off, uncertain how to phrase it without triggering my usual disgust.

I pressed my forehead against his, the closest I ever came to vulnerability. "I want to feel you inside me without barriers. I want to carry part of you with me after we're done." My voice dropped lower, to that register that always made him tremble. "I want you bare inside me, Leo. Want to feel it there while we finish this fucking party, reminding me that you're mine. That we belong to each other."

His breath caught, pupils dilating until his dark eyes were nearly black. "You've never wanted that before."

"I never wanted a lot of things before you," I admitted, the confession feeling raw and exposed even in the dimness of the closet. "Now I can't imagine not wanting them."

Leo's hand came up to cup my face, a tenderness we rarely allowed ourselves in public. "I love you."

"Show me," I challenged, turning back to the wall and spreading myself again. "Show me right now."

I guided him to my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my slick rim. "Push in. All the way."

Leo gripped my hips, his cock breaching me in one long, slow thrust until he was fully seated, his hips flush against my ass.

"Oh my god," he gasped, his entire body shuddering against mine. "Xavier, I—fuck, you're so hot, so tight. I can feel everything." His voice broke on the last word, his legs trembling as he struggled to keep still. "I can't believe how good you feel without anything between us."

The stretch was exquisite, so much fuller than the plug I'd been wearing. The feeling of skin on skin, no latex barrier between us, sent a shiver through me that was as much emotional as physical.

"Don't move," I ordered when he was buried to the hilt. "Not until I say."

I savored the fullness, the slight burn, the way his cock throbbed inside me. I could feel his thighs trembling with the effort to stay still, his breath coming in ragged pants against my neck. Perfect submission, even as he filled me completely.

"Xavier, please," he begged, his voice cracking with need. "I need to move. You're so perfect, so tight around me. I can't—I've never felt anything like this."

"What you need doesn't matter," I reminded him, clenching deliberately around his cock, making him gasp. "Only what I allow." I waited another excruciating moment before I gave permission. "Now. Fuck me like you mean it."

I pushed back to meet his first thrust, setting a brutal pace that had him biting his lip to keep quiet. His cock hit my prostate with each stroke, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I reached back to grab his hair, forcing his mouth to my neck where I could feel every desperate sound he made.

"Harder," I demanded, slamming back against him. "Make me feel it tomorrow."

Leo obeyed, driving into me with enough force to shake the shelves around us, bottles of cleaning supplies rattling with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small space, along with our muffled groans and the wet, filthy noise of his cock plunging into my slick hole.

"Xavier," he whimpered, his voice wrecked. "The way you feel around me, nothing between us—I'm not going to last. It's too good, too much."

I wrapped my hand around my own length, stroking in time with his thrusts. "You fill me so perfectly," I told him, knowing how my words affected him. "Made to serve me. To please me exactly how I want."

His rhythm faltered at my words, his body tensing. "Xavier—I'm going to—"

"Not yet." I squeezed the base of his cock, denying his release. "You come when I say. Not before."

I continued to stroke myself, his cock still buried deep inside me. I could feel him fighting for control, desperate to obey despite the overwhelming sensation. Only when I felt my own orgasm building did I relent.

"Now," I commanded, clenching hard around him. "Fill me up. I want to feel you inside me during the rest of this fucking party."

Leo groaned against my neck, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he came, flooding me with his release for the first time. The sensation was so different without the barrier of latex—intimate in a way I'd never allowed before, claiming in a way I'd never wanted until Leo. I stroked myself faster, my own release hitting moments later, painting the wall in front of me with streaks of white.

We stayed frozen for a moment, both catching our breath, his cock still pulsing inside me. I reached down to where the plug rested on a nearby shelf.

"Pull out slowly," I ordered, "and then put this back where it belongs."

Leo's eyes widened as he understood my instruction. "You want me to—"

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