Page 75 of Playing with Fire

What did that make me?

Xavier stilled above me, my cock still buried deep in his ass, his eyes searching mine. "He's dealt with," he said simply. "Walsh can never hurt you again."

"That's not—" I shook my head, struggling to organize my thoughts with Xavier still surrounding me so completely. "I'm not worried about Walsh. Or even Felix right now. I just... when I saw you on the floor, not moving... I've never been so scared. Not even during the fires."

Something vulnerable flickered across his face, his usual mask slipping for just a moment. His hands, which had been gripping my chest with bruising intensity, gentled unexpectedly. "I'm not that easy to get rid of." He rocked his hips, still gentle but insistent, reminding me of our connection. "I'm right here. Feel me."

And I did. The tight heat of him around my cock. The weight on my hips. The power in his thighs as he controlled our movements. I clung to those sensations, desperate to drown out the what-ifs still echoing in my head.

"I want this," I assured him, tentatively thrusting upward to meet him. My cock pulsed inside him, reminding me how badly I needed this connection. "Want you. It's just... my brain won't shut up."

Without warning, Xavier lifted himself off me, leaving me confused and aching, my cock wet and twitching with need.

"Xavier?"

He studied me for a moment, something calculating in his expression. "We're trying something different," he announced, reaching for the nightstand drawer.

My breath caught as he retrieved something I'd never seen before—a small silicone ring with an attached bullet vibrator. "I want you on top," he said, the words making my heart stutter. He'd never wanted me in that position before.

"You sure?"

"I'll still be in charge," he clarified, his expression leaving no room for doubt. He slicked the toy with lube, then slid it down my cock, positioning the vibrator against the sensitive underside. "But I'm going to make it impossible for you to think about anything except how good this feels."

The silicone ring fit snugly around the base of my cock, creating a pleasant pressure that somehow intensified every sensation. When he switched on the vibrator, I nearly jumped off the bed, unprepared for the sudden jolt of pleasure that coursed through my entire body.

"Holy shit!" I gasped, clutching at the sheets as the vibrations traveled from the underside of my cock directly to my core. "Xavier, that's—"

"Distracting, isn't it?" His lips curled into that predatory smile I knew so well as he straddled my thighs. "Now, this is how it's going to work. You're going to get on top, and I'm going to feel that vibration inside me while you fuck me exactly how I tell you."

"Yes," I breathed, already reaching for him.

He caught my hands, pinning them to the mattress beside my head. "But remember. You still belong to me. You still follow my fucking commands."

"Always," I whispered, staring up at him with what must have been naked worship in my eyes.

He released my hands and helped me sit up, carefully guiding me as we switched positions. The movement made the vibrator shift against my cock, sending fresh waves of pleasure that made it difficult to focus on anything else.

I'd been inside Xavier plenty of times before, but always with him on top, controlling every aspect of the experience. The visual shift of looking down at him instead of up was disorienting in the most exhilarating way. From this angle, I could see all of him at once. The health bar tattoo over his heart seemed to glow against his skin in the dim light. The WASD keys inked along his ribs. The triforce that rested just above his navel. Every tattoo I'd spent years secretly admiring, now on full display beneath me.

As I sank my cock back into him, the vibrator still buzzing steadily at the base, the combined sensations were almost too much. The tight heat of his body gripping me combined with the relentless vibration created a feedback loop of pleasure so intense I had to fight not to come immediately. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, all of my awareness narrowing to the point where our bodies connected.

"Holy fuck," I gasped, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. "Xavier, that's—I can't—"

"You can and you will," he said, his voice cutting through my overwhelmed babbling. "Stay focused. Control yourself."

His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements with firm pressure. But something in his eyes had changed—a vulnerability I rarely saw, a hint that he needed this connection as desperately as I did.

"When your head gets too loud, we shut it the fuck up," he said, his voice rougher than usual. "You know how this works. I give you something else to focus on. Something that demands all your attention. Right now, that’s pleasing me. That’s all you focus on. Understand?"

I nodded. It was already working. Every thought about Felix, about Walsh, about Xavier unconscious on the floor… All of it had been obliterated by this new, all-encompassing pleasure. His intensity destroyed my ability to think about anything else. The combination of tight heat around my cock and the relentless vibration against sensitive nerves created a perfect storm of sensation that consumed every corner of my consciousness.

"That's it," Xavier murmured, wrapping his legs around me. "Just feel me. Nothing else matters right now."

He was right. In this moment, nothing existed beyond the heat of his body around my cock, the bruising grip of his fingers, the electric waves of pleasure radiating outward from my groin. All thoughts of Felix, of Walsh, of blood and burning—everything faded to background static beneath the overwhelming reality of Xavier claiming me even as I claimed him.

"Xavier," I gasped, struggling to maintain control as he increased the vibrator's intensity with a flick of the remote. "I can't—"

"Yes, you can," he said, voice sharp with command. "You don't come until I say so. Remember who you belong to."

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