Page 27 of And the Best Man Ran Away With the Groom

Stepping closer, I place my hands at his waist and duck my head so I can claim a soft kiss. “Definitely. Why do you think I couldn’t tear my eyes away yesterday morning? You aresoincredibly sexy,” I murmur, kissing him again. “And now it’s your turn to strip.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up in a wry smirk. “Let’s just make one thing clear before we get started, babe—I don’t do well with being ordered around in bed.”

I arch an eyebrow at him. “I think it was more of a suggestion than an order.”

He nods, his eyes shining with amusement. “Good. Now, how about you get up on the bed?”

Shrugging, I climb onto the bed and stretch out, watching avidly as Xavier strips out of his t-shirt and shorts. Once he’s naked, he casts me another one of those heat-filled gazes and starts stalking toward the bed, climbing up and tossing one leg over my body so he’s basically straddling me.

Holy shit, I am lying on a bed with a man—anakedman—hovering over me and I’m so bloody hard it actually hurts. I have no fucking clue what’s going on with me all of a sudden but I’m choosing not to care. I just want Xavier to kiss me, or touch me, or dosomethingto relieve some of this tension coiled inside me.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks. I can tell he’s just as eager as I am, but there’s genuine concern written on his features, and I know he’s not going to do anything until he’s absolutely certain I’m a hundred per cent on board.

I nod. “Definitely. But…”

He cocks an eyebrow. “But?”

“It’s just…I don’t really know what to do. I’ve never done anything with a guy before. Except for the other night…”

“What do youwantto do?” he murmurs, a seductive note in his voice sending a shiver through me.

“Wh-what are the options?” I ask nervously.

He offers a soft smile and drops his head to brush a far-too-quick kiss to my lips. “Well, I could give you another handy. Or suck you off this time since we’re alone.”

The thought of his mouth on my dick sounds so incredible I’m tempted to say yes, but something tells me there’s more on offer… “What else?”

“We could frot,” he suggests.

I stare at him blankly. “I have no idea what that is.”

Xavier casts me a sly grin and shuffles back a little. “It’s like this…” Then he lowers his hips and thrusts his cock against mine, prompting me to let out a soft groan.

“You like that?”

I nod. “Yeah, do it again.”

This time he leans forward so he can claim my lips in a hungry kiss as he thrusts his hips into me. I can’t help responding, sliding my hands down his back to grab hold of his arse, encouraging him to keep going. Just when I think it can’t get any better, Xav slips a hand between our bodies and wraps it around both our dicks in a firm grip.

“So, this is frotting,” he murmurs in my ear.

“It’s fucking incredible,” I gasp out.

I thrust up into his hand, the feel of his cock sliding against mine somehow making the whole thing so much more pleasurable than it was the other night with just Xavier’s fist. And considering how amazing that handy was, that’s really saying something. And the feel of his body on top of me, moving against me and weighing me down just adds an extra layer of intensity.

But then, suddenly, Xavier stops and manoeuvres his body so he’s hovering over me again, our cocks no longer touching.

I let out an embarrassing little whimper at the loss of the incredible friction, my cheeks flaming as I realise how pathetic I must sound. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

Xavier shakes his head adamantly. “God no. No, babe, you were perfect.” He lifts one hand to trail down my cheek, his eyes soft with affection. “It’s just…you can absolutely say no, but I’d really love for you to fuck me right now.”

“Why would I say no to that?”

He shrugs. “It’s your first time doing something like this. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

I grin. God, he’s adorable when he’s all concerned about me. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

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