Page 31 of Playing with Fire

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, the most unguarded reaction I'd seen from him yet. "Right there."

I rubbed the spot again, watching in fascination as a drop of pre-cum beaded at his tip, then slid down his shaft. The visible evidence of his pleasure made me dizzy with want. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to provide some relief to my aching erection without disobeying his command.

"Xavier," I pleaded, voice breaking. "I'm so hard. Please. I need to touch myself. Need to come so badly."

His eyes darkened at my desperation. "No. Not yet. Be good for me just a little longer." His voice was firm, but not unkind. "Another finger. Stretch me open."

The second finger met more resistance, but I worked it in alongside the first, watching Xavier's face for any sign of discomfort. There was none. Only that intensity I'd come to associate with him being fully engaged in something. My neglected cock throbbed with each movement of my fingers inside him, my need building to nearly unbearable levels.

"Scissor them," he demonstrated with his own hand. "Open me up."

I spread my fingers inside him, feeling his body gradually yield, accepting me deeper. Curiosity overwhelmed me, and I couldn't help but look down to see what was happening. The sight of my fingers disappearing into his body, the pinkish rim stretched around them, was mesmerizing. When I scissored my fingers wider, I caught glimpses of his inner walls, slick with lube and flushed a deep rose color that contrasted sharply with his pale skin. It was the most intimate thing I'd ever seen, and knowing that Xavier was letting me see him like this, vulnerable and open, made my chest tight with emotion.

His breathing had quickened, his chest rising and falling more rapidly than usual. A flush had spread across his collarbones, creeping up his neck. My own breathing was ragged, my entire body trembling with the effort of restraining myself. I couldn't help rocking my hips slightly, desperately seeking any friction against my painfully hard cock.

"Be still," Xavier commanded, noticing the movement immediately. "Did I give you permission to move?"

"I can't help it," I gasped, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I've never been this turned on in my life. Please, Xavier. You're so fucking beautiful like this," I said without thinking, then felt my face heat as the words escaped.

Xavier's eyes locked with mine, something unguarded flashing in their depths. "You too," he admitted roughly. "When you're focused like this. When you're learning to please me."

The praise sent warmth flooding through me, made me want to be even better for him. I added a third finger carefully, watching as his body stretched to accommodate me. His cock lay fully hard against his stomach now, leaking steadily. My own erection strained against my sweats, so sensitive that even the slight movement of air as I shifted sent shudders through me.

"When I let you fuck me," he said, voice hoarse but still unmistakably in charge, "this is what you'll need to do first. Make me ready for you."

The thought of actually being inside him—my cock replacing my fingers in that tight heat—made me groan, my hips jerking involuntarily. A wet spot had formed on my sweats where my cock pressed against the fabric, obvious evidence of how turned on I was just from touching him.

"You want that, don't you?" Xavier observed, a knowing smile playing at his lips.

"Fuck yes," I admitted, beyond embarrassment at this point. "More than anything. Please, Xavier. I'm going crazy here. I need to come so badly."

His smile widened, satisfaction evident in every line of his body. He reached up, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling me down for another biting kiss.

"You've been so good for me," he murmured against my lips. "So patient. So focused on my pleasure." His hand slid down my chest, over my stomach, to hover just above the waistband of my sweats. "I think you've earned a reward."

I whimpered, my entire body quivering in anticipation. "Please. Yes. Please touch me."

His hand slipped beneath the fabric, wrapping around my achingly hard cock. The first touch of his fingers nearly undid me completely. I had to bite my lip hard to keep from coming instantly.

"Fuck," I gasped, hips jerking into his touch. "Oh god, Xavier. I'm not gonna last. I can't—"

"Let go," he commanded, voice deep with authority. "I want to see you come for me.

It was all the permission I needed. His hand stroked me once, twice, and then I was coming harder than I ever had in my life, pleasure crashing through me in waves that left me gasping and shaking. I couldn't control the direction — some of it splashed across Xavier's thigh and onto his ass, white streaks stark against his pale skin.

"Fuck," I breathed, followed immediately by, “Sorry.”

“It’s all right,” Xavier said and shifted to grab the tissues by the bedside. “Clean it up.”

I did as I was told, trembling and breathing hard.

“Sorry,” I muttered again. I knew he didn’t like to get fluids on him. I should’ve been more careful. Should’ve…

Xavier took my face in his hands. “Stop apologizing and put your fingers back inside me, Leo.”

"What?" I gasped, still dazed from my orgasm.

"Your fingers," he clarified, voice rough with arousal. "Put them back inside me so I can come."

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