7. Xander

Chapter 7

Xander

I gave David plenty of time to stop me, but of course, he didn’t. I knew he wouldn’t. Why would he? I was practically begging to suck every drop out of him, from both his chest and his balls.

And he let me.

Using my teeth, I pulled back the edge of his waistband until I got as far as I could. Then David lifted his ass off the mattress and helped me lower the shorts until he was fully exposed to me.

And fuck did the universe give with both hands. Milk from his chest and a long dick that looked like it could tickle my tonsils if I rode him just right.

I sucked his head past my pursed lips and then dropped down on him until his skin was pressed against the opening of my throat. He was long and silky as I swallowed his head, and the way David’s fingers curled in my hair made me instantly hard again, ready for another round. I kept sucking in slow and long strokes, bringing David closer to the full release we both wanted for him. “As much as I’d love to get you off in my mouth, I’d also love to get you off in my ass.”

“Fuck, Xander.” He pulled me up so I was sitting on his lap, and then he kissed me hard, tasting himself on my tongue as his fingers pressed against my ass. “I want it all.”

“You can have it all, sexy. Fuck me first. Later, you can let me milk your balls dry the way I did to your nipples.”

David held me against him as he rolled to his side so he could reach the condoms I left there. He tossed them toward me and then fumbled in the nightstand for a small bottle of oil.

I liked a man who was prepared. But I only needed so much of that before I got desperate. “I don’t need a lot of prep. Just lube us up and fuck me like you mean it.”

“Oh, I mean it, Xander.” He tore open a foil package with his teeth, and I scooted lower on his thighs to give him space to put it on. As soon as the rubber was in place, he poured oil over his cock and then into his palm before pulling me back to his chest.

David kissed me again, slower this time as his slick fingers gently eased inside me, stretching me out and making me even harder against his firm abs.

My fingers skated along his firm shoulders, then down his back, riding his fingers as I rutted against his belly. “I’m ready, David. Fuck me.”

“Damn, Xander. I’m gonna come before I even get inside you.”

Lifting off his lap, I rocked my hips until I was hovering right above his dick. “Then you better get inside me.”

He held his cock straight up as I slowly lowered onto him, sucking every inch of his shaft into my tight channel until I was sitting on his pelvis with stars behind my eyelids from the pressure.

I held my breath, unable to move for a few seconds as everything adjusted to his extreme intrusion. But then it did, and I slid up, throwing back my head at the delicious burn and then dropping all the way back down. His long cock tagged me in the right spot every time I lowered down, but I wanted him to come too.

I wanted David to feel all the same pleasure I felt from the gifts he’d given me. The milk. The orgasm. The attention. That look in his eyes. It was all so…much.

We moved together in complete synchronicity. Waves of intense sensation bounced off every nerve ending as our speed picked up. Soon, David’s grip on my hips tightened, and his body tensed up beneath me. “I’m there, babe. Don’t stop.”

“Never.” I kept moving, riding him hard as his fist worked me until I was coming again, shooting onto his chest as he filled me with warmth.

I wanted to go all night but being both come drunk and milk drunk was a dangerous combination. I slumped against David’s chest, and as soon as my heartbeat slowed down, I started to doze off. Which meant it was time to head out. “If I don’t leave now, I’m not leaving til morning.”

His hands wrapped around my back and he held me tightly to him. “You can stay if you’d like.”

It was tempting. More than just tempting. It was an absolute fantasy come true. But it was also too soon. David was the kind of man I could catch feelings for after just one night…and if I didn’t leave soon, that was exactly what would happen.

“I should go.” I held on to his shoulders and pulled back.

His hands squeezed my hips, holding me in place. “What if I say I don’t want you to?”

I cocked my head to the side and smirked. “Then I’d say I feel the same way, but the smart, mature, reasonable thing to do is head home. But maybe we can meet up for brunch tomorrow.”

“I do like brunch.” David kissed me again, soft and sweet and dangerously tempting. “It’s a date.”