Page 117 of Playing with Fire

His hand moved from my throat to trace the line of my jaw, turning my face until I could see his profile. "About us. About what's changed since I met you."

The raw honesty in his voice made my breath catch. Xavier rarely initiated discussions about feelings or relationship dynamics. He preferred action to words, demonstration to declaration.

"Everything's changed," I said quietly.

"Yes." His fingers continued their gentle exploration of my face, tracing my cheekbone, my temple, the shell of my ear. "I used to think I understood myself completely. Knew exactly who I was, what I wanted, how I functioned."

I waited, giving him space to find the words. This was a gift, Xavier sharing his internal process rather than simply stating conclusions.

"I was wrong." His hand moved lower, trailing down my chest to rest over my heart. "I thought I knew what desire was. A cold, analytical thing. Possession without passion. But with you..." His lips brushed my shoulder, a barely there touch that still sent electricity through my nerves.

He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to. I felt the evidence of his arousal beneath me, pressing hard against my ass through his sweatpants. His other hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the edge of the towel still wrapped around my waist.

I reached for the fold in my towel. "Can I take this off?"

His breath hitched, a rare sound from someone so controlled. "Yes."

I unwrapped the towel slowly, letting it fall open while still sitting on his lap. My cock was already half-hard, responding to his closeness, his control, his heat against my back. The cool air hitting my exposed skin sent a shiver through me.

"Fuck, look at you." His hand slid from my stomach down to wrap around my shaft, grip firm and possessive. "Already getting hard for me."

"Always," I admitted, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. "You just have to look at me and I'm ready to go."

His low chuckle vibrated against my back. "Such a good boy for me." He stroked me slowly. "This is what's changed, Leo. I want to touch you like this. I need to hear those filthy sounds you make when you're desperate. I get off on watching you fall apart in my hands."

The combination of his words and touch sent heat flooding through me. My hips jerked up into his grip without conscious thought, seeking more friction.

"Stay still," he commanded, his other hand returning to my throat. "Let me do the work."

I forced my body to comply, thighs trembling with the effort of not thrusting. "Xavier, fuck."

"That's it," he encouraged, teeth grazing my shoulder. "Say my name again. Tell me how good it feels when I touch your cock."

"So good," I gasped as his thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum that had already begun to leak. "Feels so fucking good, Xavier. I've been thinking about your hands on me all morning."

"Have you now?" He nipped at my earlobe, the brief pain adding another layer to the pleasure building inside me. "Were you sitting there analyzing security footage while thinking about being inside me? About how much you wanted to feel me around your cock while I told you exactly how to fuck me?"

"Yes," I admitted, my voice cracking as his strokes grew faster. "Yes, god, all the time."

His grip on my throat tightened slightly, just enough pressure to make my pulse race faster. "Look at you, so fucking hard for me. So desperate. Such a needy slut for me, aren't you?"

"Only for you," I panted, the words spilling out without a filter. "Only ever you, X."

I could feel him hard as steel against my ass, the thin fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to hide how turned on he was. That was still new. The knowledge that I could affect him like this, could make him want despite years of claiming not to feel sexual desire, sent another rush of heat through me.

"I want you inside me," Xavier said against my ear, his voice rough with want. "I want to feel your cock stretching me open while I ride you."

My brain short-circuited at his words. "Fuck, yes, please."

"Please what?" he demanded, hand tightening around my cock.

"Please let me fuck you," I gasped, hips jerking up into his grip despite his earlier command to stay still. "Please let me be inside you, Xavier."

"That's better," he said, satisfaction evident in his tone. "But you don't move until I say. You don't come until I allow it. You're going to lie there and let me use your cock however I want. Understood?"

"Yes," I agreed instantly, willing to accept any terms he set. "Yes, anything. Whatever you want."

He released me and stood, shoving his sweatpants down in one fluid motion before reaching for the lube in the bedside drawer. "On your back. Middle of the bed. Go on and get ready."

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