9. Chapter 9

"Thank god we don't have to work tomorrow," Xander breathed on my lips. "I want to stay up all night, experiencing every inch of you." And just like that, I was slammed with visions of naughty sex, from being bent over his soft leather couch to him taking me against the wall, making my cock grow and try to force its way out of my wool pants.

Then, the sense of ineptitude hit me. Shit, I hoped I could please him.

"I would like that very much."

His smile turned dangerous, hungry, and sexy. I struggled not to pant as my heart beat a little faster.

The heat suddenly turned up a thousand degrees when his hand wrapped around the nape of my neck and climbed up through my hair, taking a fistful of it. He pulled my head back and devoured my mouth in an all-consuming kiss of ownership.

Oh god, why was that so hot? It was also a reminder of how bland I was when it came to sex, but I had no problems with Xander taking control of me. I would be perfectly content to be his puppet so he could have his way with me.

He pulled away, leaving me to chase his luscious lips until my eyes blinked open. Xander watched me with that sexy smile of his as he peeled off his deerstalker hat. His blond hair was a wreck and a little sweaty, but he looked hot that way. Next went his jacket, which he shrugged out of and draped over the outdoor chair. I swallowed the lump in my throat, eager to see what was underneath that shirt as he slowly unbuttoned it, one by one, exposing pale, creamy, and smooth flesh with only a sprinkle of honey-wheat blond hair on his chest. My mouth went dry after seeing his defined abs and pecs. I worked out, and while I had lean muscle, he was built. Bigger and broader. And definitely sexier.

"Fuck, you're stunning," I mumbled out loud, not meaning to.

His eyes gleamed. "Thank you. Now get naked, Greyson."

I looked around the courtyard for any chance of people watching us.

"This place is perfectly private. No prying eyes anywhere," he said, reading my mind.

See? I was so bland.

Xander must have seen my worry, so he walked over to me, shirtless and perfectly perfect. God, why was I being hit with insecurity now? Worst timing, brain . He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

I shook my head. "It's not that. I really want to. It's just…" I tried to look away, but he wouldn't let me by holding my chin in a firm grip.

"Just what?"

"I'm not exactly the spiciest in bed. But do I want to be," I quickly amended. "What if… I don't want to bore you."

"That's impossible. Nothing you do or who you are says ‘ boring .'"

"God, I really want you."

"See, not boring."

I took a deep breath to take the plunge and pushed away all my insecurities.

Xander took my hand and pressed it against his rock-hard chest. My cock swelled at touching his warm skin, which smelled even more of that peppery spice with a hint of musk. My hand smoothed over the expanse of his skin as I stepped closer and pressed my nose into his throat to inhale him. Shit, he smelled so good, and I couldn't stop sniffing him like a weirdo.

He stood there, letting me explore him, giving me power and control, even though I wanted him to do it. Regardless, my hand had a mind of its own when my fingers landed on his nipple, pinching it lightly. He hissed, which only encouraged me to lean in and take the tight pebbled nub between my teeth and suck on it. His growl was deep and went straight to my nuts. Then he quickly took over this little game by fisting my hair again.

"Get naked, Grey. Now. I can't wait any longer."

Hell, yes. I loved this control thing. My boss could boss me around any time. I scrambled out of my clothes as he watched me, leaning his ass against the table with his strong arms folded over his chest. His eyes said hungry as I stripped down, then they landed right on my swollen cock as soon as I removed my boxer briefs.

"Gorgeous," he breathed, making my face heat.

Once I was naked, I pretended I was completely confident in my own skin and waved a hand at his body. "Your turn to finish."

Removing the rest of his clothes was more methodical and less haphazard than what I'd done. He was the epitome of sex. He oozed it. How could a person have so many different facets to themselves? Xander was professional, serious, funny, outgoing, strong, and confident, but he showed periods of vulnerability. Now, he emitted pure sex, and I wanted to get to know every inch of him, inside and out.

Shit . I tried not to be insecure about my leaner body. Xander had narrow hips and muscular thighs, and in between it all stood a very solid, thick cock. And I couldn't wait to feel it stretch and fill me.

He sauntered over to me and pressed our bodies together. God, the fire coming off his skin was to die for, as if that oozing sexy vibe emitted real heat. He was so solid and… safe. That was the strongest thing I felt around him. That I was protected and safe. I trusted him.

When our dicks happened to touch, it sent a wave of electricity throughout my body, and I shuddered. We'd barely done anything yet, and I was about to combust from arousal overload.

"Take me," I whispered. "Do what you want. Own me." I'd never talked like that before, but it was exactly what I wanted him to do. He could use me any way he saw fit, and I'd be happy for the rest of my life.

Xander's blue eyes turned black with my words, and he leaned in close to my ear. "You sure about that, Gorgeous? Because I can get quite rough. I will truly own your body."

I quickly nodded, my body trembling in anticipation, making my dick throb. "I want it."

"We could make love instead."

"No. We can do that later. Right now, I'm just too damn hot for you. I want to experience everything you like."

He removed my glasses, set them gently on the table, then fisted my hair once more, and slammed our mouths together as he started the process of ownership over me. He used his entire body in the kiss, and I melted, giving in to his raw power—Another Xander mask I was quickly learning and loving.

The next thing I knew, my body was spun and shoved face down on the cold glass table with my arm pinned behind me. Holy shit. Scary. Arousing. I wanted more. But I was also slightly terrified, which only heightened my need for him to claim me.

"You sure about this, Gorgeous?" he rumbled in my ear again, leaning over my back.

I nodded.

"Say the words."

"Yes, I want it. So much. Take me, Xander. Use me."

He pushed off me with a growl that sent another heated wave straight to my balls. "Don't move," he said as he reached for his pants and pulled out a condom and a packet of lube from his wallet. He tore the condom wrapper and rolled it over his generous cock, then set the lube packet aside on the table.

Soon, he stood behind me and ran his hand across the skin of my back and down to my ass. "So soft. You have stunning skin, Gorgeous."

If I thought he was going to prep me with his fingers as my other partners had simply done, I was sorely mistaken. Xander dropped to his knees and spread my cheeks open. My heart suddenly stopped when he swiped his tongue over my hole.

"Oh, god!" I'd never been rimmed before.

See? Totally vanilla.

I nearly melted into the table as my muscles grew completely relaxed under his expert tongue, probing and licking. Who knew this would feel so damn good? His hot breath ghosted the sensitive skin as he nipped and sucked on those nerves, slowly working me open more and more.

"So good…" I mumbled.

"You like that? Do you want more of my tongue?"

"Please."

Xander wasted no time going back to consuming my ass.

My cock was hard as a rock and leaking like hell, while my balls were already heavy and aching for their release. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he reached for the lube and poured some into his hand. His first oily finger went digging and exploring until he hit that spot, causing lights to dance behind my eyelids. I was pretty sure I said something, though it came out as incoherent gibberish.

"You're fucking clay, Greyson. You damn near mold and shape yourself, bending to my will. So fucking sexy."

By the time he used his third finger, I was ready. I couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't get inside me pronto, I was going to explode without him.

"I'm mush, but I need you in me… now."

His fingers slipped out of me, leaving me cold and empty until he rested his chest against my back. "Who's the boss here?"

"Ugh, you are, but I'm dying ."

"I only have one rule," he rasped. "No coming until I do. Your cum is mine and mine alone. Don't you dare spill on the floor."

"And what if I do… spill on the floor?"

"There will be consequences."

Oh, hell . Why'd I like that so much?

"You're so mean!" I said, but secretly loved it.

He chuckled, and the deep sound vibrated throughout my body like the calm before the storm. "Trust me, I will make sure you're greatly rewarded for your patience and control. But if you come, I'm just going to have to punish you."

"Punish?" I squeaked.

"Have you ever been spanked before?"

I shook my head and fisted my hands on the table, clenching my body with the thought, which sounded both hot, yet slightly terrifying.

"I have a feeling you'll love it because you want to give in to me so effortlessly. You want to be so good for me, don't you? But I won't have to… as long as you obey me."

"I'll… try."

"Good boy."

God, why did I like that so much? I had a feeling Xander was going to introduce me to an entirely new world of sex, and I was so here for it.