Page 70 of Knock Knock

Both. Holy shit, both. I didn’t even want the prep. “Just fuck me.” I tried to free my hands to grab his ass and force him to. “Xavi, holy fuck. Fuck me!” I screamed at him, angry and desperate, but elated about it. This mental state wasn’t one I’d been in before, but I revelled in the urgent blend of it.

“So impatient,” he teased. He put my wrists together and pinned them down with one hand. “Love the sound of you desperate.” He pushed two fingers inside my mouth, and I slobbered all the fuck over them. When they were dripping, he pressed them to my hole and spread my spit around.

“Xavi,” I begged.

When he slid one finger inside me, he also bent down and licked my nipple.

“Oh, shit.”

I lost myself to sensations that mixed together and switched from perfection to overwhelming and back again. My head pressed into the mattress, my body rocked with his, and my chest pressed against his face, wanting more of his tongue wherever he’d put it. His lick was a gift, and I got greedy for it. By the time he had three fingers in my ass, I’d forgotten to feel pain because he made the pleasure overwhelm it.

“Now,” I growled at him, never more impatient than I felt at the moment. “Fuck me. Now.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Xavier.”

“Mmm. Again.”

I ripped my hands free, yanked on his hair, and kissed him so hard my lips rang out in pain. “Fuck me, Xavier.”

He moaned against my mouth before leaning over to grab the lube. I watched him slather his cock and my ass, our eyes connected, our breaths mingled, and our bodies in identical states of pure need.

“I got something else in town,” he said, reaching into the bag to pull out a small object. “I like something inside me, Nate. Will you put it in?”

I’d never loved a small object as much as I loved that plug. Xavi slid it into my mouth, and I tongue fucked it like it was my mission. Sitting up, my forehead at his chin level, I licked his neck, sucking my own mark against his skin while I pressed the toy inside him. Xavi moaned, his throat vibrating my tongue. When it was firmly in place and Xavi’s eyes glazed, he grinned at me and pulled my hands away.

Pushing me to my back and gripping my hips, he said, “Now I’m gonna fuck you, baby.”

Baby.

He stayed upright, but his hips pressed forward, the breach of him jarring enough to hitch my breath. His mouth gaped, eyes still on mine, and I understood why he tugged me forward the first time we fucked.

The sounds that filled the room when he buried himself inside me were unhinged and unabashed. Xavi’s cock stretched me wide and burned brilliantly. I reached for him at the same time he bent forward, and then we were fucking and making out, and sloppy because there were too many places to touch and so many motions to coordinate. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced, and the mess of it included hot breaths, drool-slicked lips, and the sound of his thighs hitting my ass so hard it was like he was spanking me all over again. I pressed on the plug in his ass.

“Holy fuck you feel good, Nate,” he tried to growl, but it was barely coherent because his mouth was pressed to my neck. “Squeeze your ass.”

I clenched hard, and Xavi’s eyes rolled back. “Holy fuckfuck,” he groaned. “I wanna come in your ass.” He fucked into me hard, deep. “Then I want you to come in mine.”

Oh, god. “I’m not gonna last that long.” Because my orgasm was already building, and Xavi didn’t have enough self-control to slow himself down. When he grabbed my cock, jerking it off at the same time he bit my nipple, I went insane.

“My. Fucking…god. Xavi!” I yelled his name like a curse, my ass squeezing the hell out of his cock and mine unleashing my orgasm, fucking into his fist and riding his dick at the same time.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, I can’t… Nate, holy fu—”

I blanked. Soared. Dipped. Reached a peak and cliff-dived over the ledge with no fear of what the fall would entail. And Xavi soared with me. He thickened, hardened inside me, throbbing deep and steady. His lips met mine, moaning his pleasure straight into my mouth, and I wanted to consume it all so badly that I grabbed his face to keep him there even though I couldn’t breathe.

My ears muffled with pressure and my abs ached from tensing, and when Xavi breathed a breath into my lungs, I shook with blissful aftershocks.

His chest fell against mine, so I wrapped my arms around him and tried to remember how to breathe on my own. When the room came back into focus, Xavi’s body weighed me down, and my body broke out in a sweat. For however long it took for us to slow our heart rates, we said nothing, but my mind replayed everything while living in the glow of that sheer perfection.

Holy fuck. Xavi could fuck. And my ass liked it. All of me liked it. I’d definitely take this role more often if he wanted, but more so, a complete desire to fuck him as well as he just fucked me washed through my mind and settled itself at the top of my to-do list.

“We didn’t quite get there,” he said quietly, “but flip fucking is definitely going on the kink list to try.”

“Definitely,” I agreed. No wonder Maddox wanted it so badly. “Xavi?”

He pushed himself onto his elbows, face right in front of mine, eyes connected.

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