Page 30 of Scandal

I tug at his pants half-heartedly, biting down on my lip so hard it might bleed. A heavy breath, exhaled from his nose because his mouth is sealed. More whispers of divine things to come. The patron saint of cryptic encounters.

And then he does it. Fucking hell. He does it!

He shucks his pants in one smooth command. His cock is straining and perfect in every way. I want to lick him all over, especially that hard cock. But I’m a function without parameters while I lie here, incomplete, desperate to make more happen. So much more.

“You’re stunning,” I finally gasp, finding my voice. I don’t sound like me. I sound like a starving man, desperate for the meal dangling before me.

Another soft snort-laugh, his mouth cocking in a side smile. Then he’s down over me and holy fucking hell, I feel him. I feel him on me! His cock, it’s chaotically pressing against my thigh, my belly, my dick. I want to grab us up together, but there’s no room for my hands when he presses our stomachs together as he takes my mouth again.

Then his rhythm hits me. Lord, his rhythm. And the sounds, my heaven! I will burn these sounds into my brain. Hardwire them. Soft eager grunts that escape him. That tell me he is as torn as me. As riled up from the sensation. I want to stop and wonder if I’m the first guy he’s been with, but I don’t dare ruin the moment. Force myself back in. Head under water. Hold me down. Drown me.

When Xan comes up for air, my hand moves like a ninja, grasping our cocks together into my palm. They barely fit, but I don’t give a damn. He gives me a surprised look. Then I start stroking us. Don’t even care to go slow. I’m gonna go as fast as I damn well please, because he’s teased me long enough.

Before I can comprehend what’s happening, Xan is flipping us over, pulling me on top. My legs fall on either side of his thighs.

“I wanna see this,” he mutters. He’s so confident. Knows what he wants and how to get it. Thank fuck for that.

Biting my lip and batting my lashes, I grind my ass into his thighs while I fuck into my hand, rutting up against his cock. It’s too dry to work like it should, and I don’t want to break this spell, but I can make this so much better. Take what I want. So I do.

Leaning over the side of the bed, I pull open my desk drawer. Xan is watching me, and he groans, “So, that’s where you keep it.”

I snatch the lube and look back at him. “So, you did see it, that day, on my bed?”

He nods, a smirk tugging his cheeks up. “Hell, yes. Thought a lot about the implications of it too.”

“You didn’t,” I protest, only because I want to hear more as I flip the cap of the lube and pour some of the silky liquid into my palm.

“Absolutely did. Fuck,” he groans when I grab us up again, this time in a slippery grip. “Cam, fuck.”

My smile is so freaking big at that. Making him come undone, I mean. That’s what I want right now, to make him lose his mind. I can’t believe touching his dick against mine is making Xander Briggs lose his mind.

Though I’m right there with him. A few more strokes and I’ll be lost to bliss. Is it okay to come first? It’s going to have to be. I’m right there. On the precipice. Forcing my eyes open to take in his face. The way he’s looking right at me. His hands on my ass. Searing touch. Holding me down, moving with my rhythm.

“I’m close,” I manage a warning, even though it’s too late to back down now.

“Yes. Come for me, angel. Come for me,” he coaxes, and the words are too much for my virgin brain. I explode right there on command. Not so much explode as leak like a sieve. “Ohgodohfuck,” I cry out helplessly, my hand slowing.

Only when I feel Xan throb do I open my eyes again, realizing that he’s wrapped his hand around mine, keeping us moving. He’s looking right at me, eyes flickering between my face and our cocks, as his mouth drops open, and his cock actually does erupt. Thick white ribbons that rocket into the air before arching and dropping back down across his stomach. What a fucking sight.

We’re both panting now, I realize, as he releases the grip and I slide over to the side, crashing down on the bed next to him.

“That was…”gasp,“…so much…”gasp,“…better than the knee rub,” I manage.

Xan shakes with laughter, gasping for air between his words too. “Are you... freaking... kidding me?”

“What?” I chuckle. “It was.”

“Well, obviously. Fuck, Cam. That was so damn hot.”

“Yeah?” I ask, already happy for the reassurance.

He reaches over for his boxers to wipe up the extra-large mess on his stomach. “Or so the evidence would suggest.” Tossing the garment, he rolls over to face me, hand supporting his head. “Youareincredible.”

Chapter Six

Code Refactoring

Love, like code, thrives on refining.

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