Chapter 18

XAVIARO

Sparrow's mouth is on mine, his fingers expertly working open the buttons on my shirt as we stumble into my apartment, ravenous for each other before the elevator doors even have a chance to whoosh closed out in the hallway. The silky ropes under my clothes are like a second skin most of the time now, barely noticeable as I go about my day, but right now, I can feel the weight of them, the tease of them, as they remind me who I belong to.

Heat crackles and sparks along my skin with every swipe of his tongue against mine and every bruising collision of our lips. I grab his ass roughly and hoist him into my arms. His legs wrap around my waist like it's second nature. Less than a month and it already is. Kissing him is second nature. Waking up with him in my bed is second nature. Falling in love with Sparrow was inevitable the moment I laid eyes on him.

He drags his fingers through my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp sting and my nerve endings dance with anticipation. We trade muffled groans, the sound vibrating between our tangled tongues as I carry him down the hallway towards the bedroom. The click of my shoes against the wooden floor is drowned out by the thump of my heartbeat in my ears and the ragged sound of Sparrow's breaths.

By the time I reach my bedroom, my mind is racing with possibilities, choices, things I want to beg him to do to me and that I want to do to him. But Sparrow's hand around my throat silences them all. His grip is just tight enough for me to feel the bite of his fingers into my skin, my Adam's apple bobbing against his palm when I swallow.

"I think you had an excellent idea earlier," he murmurs, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and then releasing it. My brain is already short circuiting. I couldn't tell you what the idea was if my life depended on it. Luckily, Sparrow doesn't wait for me to figure it out on my own. "Edging for you, instant gratification for me… repeatedly," he purrs. "Sounds like the perfect night, doesn't it?"

I nod, a moan slipping past my lips and my cock jerking as all the possibilities flit rapidly through my mind. Every single one of them involves me at his mercy, dangling on the edge of pleasure as long as he wants to keep me there, using me over and over until he's had his fill.

"Yes, Sir," I gasp, carrying him over to the bed and crawling onto it with my arms still around him.

He jerks his hips, grinding the hard length of his cock against my stomach before unwrapping his legs from around my middle and his hand from around my throat. He lets himself fall into the soft bedding and we return to the frenzy of undressing each other, shedding our clothes between fierce, hungry kisses until there's nothing between us but the silky rope around my chest and miles of bare skin.

Sparrow cants his hips, dragging the length of his cock against mine, hard as steel and scorching hot. I want him inside of me. I want him riding me. I want his hands and his mouth. I want his unwavering, confident commands. I want everything he wants to give me. I just want him. My cock throbs, spilling precum onto the head of his when he thrusts against me again.

"I'm fucking obsessed with you, Xav," he murmurs between ravenous, tongue-heavy kisses, gripping my jaw as he humps his cock against mine with a wild abandon that makes my head spin and my balls clench. "Like, it's probably to an unhealthy level, but I don't fucking care. I need you."

He claws at my skin, ending his words with a needy whine that sends tendrils of electricity through me.

"That makes two of us," I rasp, clenching my jaw against the temptation to rut into him without restraint until he's covered in my cum.

Sparrow lets out a rough laugh and then a gasp, his cock twitching heavily against mine as a shudder racks his body and his hot, sticky release coats my shaft and splatters against my belly. Everything inside of me tightens and pulses, my lungs burning and my muscles trembling with the urge to follow him right over the edge.

A hazy smile stretches over his lips and he puts a hand on the center of my chest, giving me a small push, a wordless command to roll over. I flop onto my back, my cock throbbing with the denied release and dripping with the evidence of his orgasm. My hips jerk involuntarily and my fingers twitch towards my cock.

"Be a good boy," Sparrow coaxes, slinking between my legs. His cock is drooping, but not fully soft, the tip of it glistening with his cum.

"I'm trying, Sir," I grit the words out between clenched teeth.

He hums softly, lowering himself to lap a tongueful of his cum off my cock. "I'll help you then," he promises. "After I clean you up." He gives me a wicked smile and then runs his tongue up my shaft again from root to tip. When he reaches the head, he tugs my foreskin carefully between his teeth and I fist the bedsheets in a desperate bid to fight off the fresh wave of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me.

"Fuck, I can't, Sir." I groan as he makes the next pass with his tongue, drenching me with his saliva and making filthy sounds as he swallows down his own cum.

"Of course you can," Sparrow scoffs, pressing a mind-melting chaste kiss to the base of my erection before climbing off the bed.

I whimper and watch as he crosses the room to pull open the bottom dresser drawer. I'm expecting the restraints—aching for them, actually—but he pulls out something much smaller instead. It's a leather cock ring that, like all the toys in that drawer, was bought and never used… until tonight, apparently.

Eager shivers work their way along my skin as Sparrow tugs each of the many straps loose while he makes his way back over to the bed.

"It's so pretty," he coos, climbing onto the foot of the bed and crawling up to hover over me, straddling my thighs. "It's going to look even better around your thick, throbbing cock though."

Instead of a single strap around the base, there are six in total.

Sparrow teases his index finger over the seam down the center of my sac. My breath catches and my toes curl as his featherlight touch melts away and is replaced by a rough grasp, his thumb and forefinger clenching tightly around my balls to tug them away from my body. An inferno of heat flashes over my skin, my cock jerking and twitching, incoherent babbles falling from my lips as he fastens the first strap around my balls to keep them where they are. I can feel the delicious ache immediately, every thumping beat of my pulse pounding in my restrained balls.

The next strap goes around the base of my cock, making it even more swollen than it already was. My foreskin rolls back and a milky drop of precum drips from my slit.

"Shhh, your Little Sparrow has you," he coos, leaning over to kiss the head of my cock with the same incongruent innocence as before, the droplet of precum clinging to his lips when he sits up again.

He fastens the rest of the straps one by one, a ladder of leather wrapped around my cock from root to tip, keeping me painfully hard, teetering on the edge between pleasure and insanity.

"See? Now you can be a good boy like you want," he says, too sweetly for the way he's torturing me.

"Thank you, Sir," I pant.

He flattens himself on top of me, his cock already fully hard again, nearly as hard as mine as he grinds against me and ravishes my mouth with more demanding kisses. It's too much to bear and I never fucking want it to end. I let go of the tether of control I didn't realize I was still clinging to and sink fully into the feeling of being owned by him, being used by him… being loved by him. Even if we haven't said the words yet, that's what this feeling is.

Every sensation in my body makes me dizzy. I can feel every touch, everywhere, all at once, floating in a hazy sea of surrender. I'm boneless by the time he breaks the kiss. Has it been minutes? Hours? I wouldn't know and it doesn't matter.

"Can you roll over for me, Killer?" he asks, his lips brushing against my ear, his fingers roughly teasing the oversensitive peaks of my nipples.

I loll my head up and down lazily, unsure whether I actually can roll over right now or not. But if Sparrow wants it, I have no doubt I'll find the strength. His laughter is warm, wrapping around me like a blanket as he helps me onto my hands and knees, pushing my shoulders down so I'm resting my head on my folded arms, my ass on offer and my leather-clad cock dangling, throbbing between my legs.

SPARROW

If there's a prettier sight in the world than this, I can't imagine what it would be. Xaviaro's face is slack with beautiful submission, but the rest of his body is fully alert. His muscles twitch and relax, his cock jerks eagerly, and when I kneel behind him and part his ass cheeks, his hole clenches and flutters.

I lean in and drag the flat of my tongue over his pucker, a muffled whimper tumbling from his lips. I moan and lick him again, wrapping a hand around my cock and stroking myself in long, firm tugs while I lap at his rim. His back rises and falls with fast, trembling breaths that tumble into whimpers and more moans, his hips twitching helplessly. But he doesn't beg. He never begs. From the first night I ordered him to his knees and took what I needed from him, he's given me nothing but the sweetest trust and surrender.

I would cut my heart out and hand it to him on a silver platter. Is that love?

I give in to the feral urge to nip at his rim, shoving my tongue inside to lick him deeper, fucking it in and out, his muscles tightening and softening around the intrusion, quivering with need. My balls tighten and my skin heats. All my earlier orgasm seemed to do was make me more sensitive, rather than quenching the hunger inside of me. I groan, wiggling my tongue inside of him and then easing it out again, getting drunk on the sounds he makes and the way he squirms no matter how hard he tries to be good. Lapping and sucking, I work his hole open with my tongue, then with two fingers. My saliva dripping from him is more than enough lube, letting me slip them inside with relative ease. The hot clench of his inner muscles makes my cock ache and my balls pull tight.

I lean back to appreciate the view—my fingers fucking in and out of his tight hole, the leather strap around his balls tugging them down, keeping them full and swollen, swinging wildly with every one of his fruitless thrusts. The sight alone has a second orgasm barreling through me. I cry out, aiming for his hole as my balls constrict and more thick ropes of my cum paint his hole and drip down the crease between his full, round cheeks.

I slip my fingers out to scoop up the cum, still stroking myself even after my orgasm has faded without relief in sight, like my hunger for Xaviaro will never be sated. I think I can live with that. Something tells me he can too.

The slide of my cum-lubed fingers in and out of his hole sends fresh ripples over my skin. I need him. I need to be buried inside of him, and I need to feel the way his delayed orgasm rocks him straight to the core when I finally tell him to let go.

My erection hasn't ebbed at all, more droplets of cum still clinging to the tip as I ease my fingers out and line myself up with his hole. Xaviaro lets out a breathless sound as I enter him, his inner muscles clenching around me.

"Sparrow," he whimpers my name. I tangle my fingers gently in his hair, tugging slightly at his scalp.

"Yeah, baby, I've got you," I whisper, filling him another couple of inches then stilling to let him adjust.

When his breathing evens out again, I give him the last few inches, my hips pressed up against his ass, my cock buried inside him to the hilt. Two orgasms might not have been enough to satisfy me just yet, but they were enough to take the edge off. They were enough that I can take my time with him. So I do just that.

My thrusts are hard and deep but lacking any urgency or rush. We crash together over and over, anchored by the sturdiness of Xaviaro's body, his strong shoulders keeping him from toppling over. His toned, bronze muscles beg for my mouth, for my tongue, for my bruises, so I give him those too. I pepper his back and along his spine with licks and bites, leaving his skin glistening with saliva and red with marks that will bruise by morning.

I wrap my arms around him and worship his body with my hands, ghosting them over every muscle and scar, teasing his nipples between my thumbs and forefingers with pinches just hard enough to make him gasp and tremble, then making my way downward between his legs. His bound cock bounces with every one of my thrusts, thwacking heavily against his stomach. I drag my thumb over the head of his cock and his body tenses like a bomb about to go off. But even now, he doesn't beg. He drags in a breath, holding it until I'm sure his lungs are about to burst before letting it out slowly in measured exhales.

The absolute perfection of his submission hits me like a tidal wave, knocking the air out of my lungs and momentarily stealing my control. It wrenches a sob from my throat and I press my face between his shoulder blades, snapping my hips faster now. I have no idea how long I've been fucking him, but the moan that rumbles from his throat is pure relief as I pick up my pace.

"Come, baby. I need it," I pant, catching the swollen head of his cock between my thumb and forefinger and pinching it gently.

Xaviaro lets out a roar that shakes his whole body and possibly the room itself, or maybe the earthquake he unleashes is just inside of me. His inner muscles clench around me so tightly that I see stars, rippling and pulsing, milking the orgasm straight from my balls as I throw my head back and gasp out his name over and over.

His cock jerks and twitches, his entire body convulsing with the orgasm that rocks him, but he doesn't spill a drop of cum while I rut into him wildly, filling him with my release and riding out the waves of pleasure that finally sate the burning desire inside of me. For tonight, anyway.

I slip my softening cock out of his loosened, cum-soaked hole and roll him onto his back again. The faraway, blissed-out smile on his sweat-drenched face gives me life. It gives me hope that whatever happens once this whole thing is over, it'll work out. I'll find my place here in Wildcliff. I think maybe I already have.

I undo each of the straps on the cock restraint, kissing the quickly fading indents one at a time as I work my way down. By the time I undo the strap around his balls, he's clenching the bedsheets and sucking in trembling breaths again.

"Sparrow… Sir," he whispers.

"I know," I murmur, pressing a kiss to his balls before wrapping my lips around his cock.

I don't even have him halfway down my throat before he swells and starts to pulse again, spilling thick ropes of cum onto my tongue faster than I can lap it up. His second orgasm goes on and on until he's finally sagging, relaxed and boneless into the bed.

I gather the last few drops of his release onto my tongue and then release his softening cock. The bed jostles lightly under my weight as I crawl up the length of his body and settle against him with my head on his shoulder and one hand wrapped around the rope knot in the center of his chest.

"You're always so good for me," I say, kissing his collarbone and nuzzling my face into the crook between his shoulder and his throat. "You know, my apartment lease is only month to month. Maybe I shouldn't renew it next week."

Xaviaro folds his arms around me and pulls me impossibly closer, trapping me against him in the best way. "Don't renew it," he agrees, still sounding dazed and maybe only half awake. I should probably ask him again when he's not all subbed-out.

"Hey, Xav?" I tilt my face so I can see his, tightening my grip on his harness and rubbing the tip of my nose against the stubble on his chin.

He hums, prying his eyes open to meet my gaze.

"I think I'm in love with you."

His lips twitch and his eyes droop closed again. "That makes two of us."