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Whatever it was, I was glad it was me he’d be going home with and not the guy called Dex, who couldn’t take his eyes or his wandering hands off him.
That was it. Time to go. I sauntered up behind him, slipping my arm around his waist.
“You ready to go?” I whispered into his ear, feeling him shiver.
“Yeah. I think I’ve been ready for a while.” There was more meaning in that statement than just going home. I knew what he meant, knew what he wanted. I’d seen the signs, seen his not-so-subtle hints.
It was time.
Ava was on the other side of the bar, laughing at something Shane had said. I’d not seen her like this with anyone before, but it was nice to see.
“Ava!” I shouted. “We’re off.” I motioned towards the door, and she waved, mouthing, ‘I’ll call you’. She would too, fucking nosey sisters.
We left the bar, finally flagging down a cab. It was a fairly short ride home, just fifteen minutes, but neither of us spoke. Anticipation flooded my body, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. This was unheard of for me. I’d never felt this way before about anyone, ever.
By the time we arrived home, I was as nervous as a prostitute in a church. What if I couldn’t perform? It’d never happened before, but there was a first time for everything.
The kitchen was always our first port of call when we entered the house, and tonight was no exception.
“Coffee?” Xavier pointed to the machine.
I shook my head. No, I didn’t want coffee. The buzz I wanted I could only get from this man. I stalked towards him slowly, his eyes widening as I neared.
“I think you know what I want, and it doesn’t come in a cup.” I stood in front of him, touching the soft grey T-shirt he wore. “Take this off, and the trousers. In fact, just strip, Xavier. Lie on your back on the table.”
I considered a quick, dirty fuck right here in the kitchen, but I wanted to take my time with him tonight. Tease and taunt him, edge him until he was ready to burst. If he could come with no stimulation, I’d consider that a coup, but we’d see.
He did as I asked, almost tripping over in his haste to undress, his cock jutting out in front. He was hard, really hard, and I was desperate to touch him. Not yet, though, there’d be plenty of time for that.
I walked around the table, touching every part of him. Stroking and kissing, watching as goosebumps erupted on his body, his nipples hard. I stood to the side and licked each one in turn before biting them, hearing a gasp leave his mouth.
“Oh God,” he moaned. “Yes, baby. Just like that.” I bit down again and glanced at his dick, watching as precum leaked, drip after drip, onto his stomach. I moved down his body and lapped at the pool gathered there as I ran my hands over his firm abs before moving them down and cupping his balls.
They tightened beneath my touch, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to taste them. I moved to the end of the table, pushing his legs further apart, exposing every part of him to me, running my hands up his thighs, forcing them wide. I was so fucking turned on I could come just looking at him, but not just yet.
My plan tonight was to fuck him until he begged for more and then fuck him some more.
I bent down, sucking each ball into my mouth, rubbing his hole with my thumbs, easing it open. My saliva dripped down, providing some lubrication. It wasn’t enough, though, not for what I had planned. We should take this upstairs into the comfort of my bed. At least I had lube and condoms in my nightstand, but I couldn’t be arsed.
A sudden thought hit me, and I left Xavier while I searched through the cupboards, finally finding what I was looking for, a jar of coconut oil. Perfect.
Chapter 13
Xavier
Lyingspread-eagledonthetable, I felt exposed but not in a bad way. The fact that I was here waiting for Ben to come back from wherever he’d gone didn’t matter. I didn’t have to wait long, though, as he appeared again, a jar of hard coconut oil in one hand, a spoon in the other. What the hell was he doing?
He spooned an amount out, putting the jar and spoon down before rubbing the now melting oil in his hands.
It was an excellent lube, natural and organic, and I liked the way this was going.
He massaged my balls with his slick hands, the lube gliding over my skin. He finally reached my hole, pushing ever so gently. I don’t know which digit it was, possibly his thumb, but it slid in with no resistance. I was so ready for him.
A loud moan filled the room. Was that me? He withdrew before pushing in again, a little more forcefully this time, skimming my prostate.
“Oh, fuck.” That was definitely me, no doubt about that. “Again, Ben. Don’t stop.” I could hardly get my breath.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that.” His voice was gruff. He was as turned on as I was.
