Page 29 of Playing with Fire

Xavier went perfectly still, that predator stillness that always sent shivers down my spine. For a terrible moment, I thought I'd said too much, been too forward. But then I saw something shift in his expression—surprise melting into hunger, calculation giving way to raw desire. His hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing across my lower lip in a way that made my breath catch.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So honest about what you want. So eager to please." His eyes darkened, pupils dilating visibly. "You have no idea how rare that is, Leo. How refreshing."

The praise wrapped around me like a caress, making me lean into his touch instinctively.

"I like honesty," he continued, shifting our positions so I was sitting more fully in his lap. "Especially when it's as beautiful as yours." His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just hard enough to send electricity racing down my spine. "And I want to reward it."

Xavier pulled me into a kiss that was anything but gentle, his teeth grazing my lower lip as his free hand slid beneath my borrowed shirt. I melted against him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his response, by the knowledge that my candor had pleased him this much.

"Yes," he breathed against my lips. "I'll teach you exactly how to please me. How to be inside me. How to make me feel good." Each promise punctuated with another kiss, another subtle shift of his hips against mine.

"I want to teach you how to touch me," Xavier said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made my dick twitch. "How to fuck me properly." He leaned back against the headboard, legs spread with casual confidence. "Get over here."

I moved toward him, heart hammering so hard I thought I might pass out. My skin felt too tight, too hot, like I might burst into flames at any moment. Xavier was still completely in charge, even sprawled half-naked on the bed. His eyes tracked my every movement, hungry and calculating.

"Give me your hand," he ordered.

I reached out, my fingers shaking. He took my wrist in a firm grip and guided my palm to the health bar tattoo over his heart. The ink was slightly raised against his skin, his heartbeat strong beneath my touch. My throat tightened as I realized I was finally—finally—touching him in a way I'd dreamed about for years.

"Feel that?" he asked, his pulse racing faster than his calm expression suggested. "That's what you do to me."

"Fuck," I whispered, overwhelmed that I could affect him like this. A wave of heat washed through me, settling low in my belly and making my cock strain painfully against my borrowed sweats.

His mouth curved into that dangerous smile. "Yeah. Fuck is right." He pulled me closer, his teeth grazing my neck in a sharp bite that made me gasp. The sudden pain bloomed into pleasure so intense I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. "I'm gonna let you explore me, Leo. Learn how to make me feel good. But remember who's in charge here."

"You are," I responded automatically, earning another of those rare, genuine smiles that made my chest ache.

"Damn right." He guided my hand down his chest, over the ripple of muscle beneath the pale skin. I traced the tattoos I'd spent years admiring from afar—the WASD keys along his ribs, the triforce at his navel. Each one was a landmark on the map of his body, a map I was finally allowed to touch. My fingers trembled against his skin, half from nerves and half from the overwhelming need to touch him everywhere at once.

"Take these off," he commanded, nodding at his sweatpants.

My fingers fumbled with the waistband, nerves making me clumsy. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across my forehead as I tugged at the fabric. Xavier lifted his hips to help, the movement fluid and controlled. And then he was naked before me, and holy shit, I couldn't tear my eyes away.

His cock was bigger than I'd imagined, half-hard against his thigh with a slight curve that made my mouth water. The hair at the base was dark brown, the same color as the roots showing beneath his blue-dyed hair. Against his pale skin, it looked even darker, a stark contrast to my own light brown complexion as I reached toward him. I licked my lips unconsciously, a small whimper escaping before I could catch it. I'd seen plenty of dick pics in porn and group chats in the Army, but seeing one in person, especially Xavier's, was something entirely different. The sight of his circumcised head, pink and flushed, sent a surge of heat through me that left me lightheaded.

"You can stare later," Xavier said, amused. "Right now, I want you to touch me."

He wrapped my fingers around his cock, and the heat of him nearly burned my palm. The skin was impossibly soft over the hardening skin beneath, and I stroked experimentally, watching his face for any reaction. My own erection throbbed in sympathy, a wet spot forming where pre-cum had soaked through my sweats.

"Tighter," he instructed, squeezing my hand to demonstrate. "I like it rough. Don't be so fucking gentle."

I tightened my grip, stroking more firmly, and was rewarded with a catch in his breath. Coming from Xavier, that tiny reaction was like a scream of pleasure from anyone else. Pride welled up in my chest at being able to draw even that small response from him. My free hand drifted toward my own aching cock without conscious thought.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Xavier's voice cut through my haze of arousal.

I froze, face burning with embarrassment. "But I'm so horny," I whined, unable to keep the desperation from my voice. "I can barely stand it. Please, Xavier."

His expression hardened, that dangerous edge returning to his eyes. "Are you questioning my decision?"

I shrank back immediately. "No. Sorry."

He guided my hand back to his cock. "If you're a good boy, if you please me well, I'll let you come later, and it’ll feel so good, Leo. Even better because you’ll have been so good for me and waited. Because I’ll be so pleased with you.”

My brain flatlined before coming back online with:Yes. That. Want that. Make him happy."Okay.”

"That's better," he said, his voice dropping lower. "Now touch my balls, too. Feel how they tighten when you stroke my cock."

I cupped them with my free hand, marveling at the weight, the texture, the way they drew up slightly with each stroke of my other hand. Xavier's breathing changed—just barely, but I could hear it. The knowledge that I was responsible for that change, that my touch was affecting him, made my chest tight with emotion.

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