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Chapter 22

Come Inside

Xavier

Blake’s words hung in the air. I was drawn in by his enthusiasm, his eagerness to explore this new territory between us. I leaned back against the pillows, my eyes never leaving his. He was a virgin, but that didn’t hold him back from anything. I was a little surprised when he told me, just because I had (wrongly) assumed he’d been with others before me. He was attractive and smart and kind; he had all the qualities of someone who’d been chased after before.

It didn’t turn me away, though. It actually did the complete opposite. I wanted to be the one to teach him. To help him learn about his body—and about mine.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked gently, not wanting to rush him.

He nodded, his amber eyes bright. A few beads of sweat made his forehead shine. I could still taste him in my mouth. He had come buckets, and I’d swallowed it all. “Yes, I want to make you feel just as good as you made me. ”

I smiled, feeling my cock pulse at his words. “Alright then, let’s take it slow. Just follow your instincts, and if you need any guidance, I’m here.”

Blake moved closer, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the waistband of my shorts. He tugged them down, freeing my hard cock. I could see the awe in his eyes as he took in the sight. It made me feel incredibly powerful.

“Wow,” he whispered, his fingers gently wrapping around my shaft. “You’re… you’re big. How the hell am I even going to fit this in my mouth?”

I chuckled softly. “You’ll do just fine, Blake. Just go at your own pace.”

He nodded, his eyes flicking up to meet mine before he lowered his head, his warm breath ghosting over my skin. I shivered, my rock-hard length twitching in response. His lips parted, and I felt the first tentative touch of his tongue against my tip, lapping at my leaking slit.

A soft moan escaped my lips. I reached down and threaded my hands through his hair, encouraging him. “That’s it, Blake. You’re doing great.”

Smiling, he took me deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of my dick. The sensation was electric, and I had to fight to keep my hips from bucking. He was inexperienced, yes, but his enthusiasm more than made up for it.

“Use your hand too,” I murmured, guiding his hand to the base of my cock. “Stroke me while you suck.”

He followed my instructions eagerly, his hand moving in rhythm with his mouth. “That’s it, baby. Play with my balls too. ”

Blake looked up at me with puppy eyes, lowering himself down so he could suck on my balls. I groaned. He gently rolled them, licked them, sniffed them. He leaned back and held my cock with one hand, admiring me.

“You’re so sexy, X.”

“So are you, baby.”

He pried his gaze from my cock and up to my eyes. There was an invisible tether that formed between us, tying our cores together. I leaned down and grabbed his face in my hand. I devoured him with a kiss. My bedroom might as well have been lit on fire with how hot it felt in here. When the kiss broke, I ran a thumb along his shiny lips, popping it in so he could suck it. My cock pulsed. His still hung heavy between his legs, dripping cum onto my bedsheets.

I guided his head back between my legs. He wrapped his lips around me, wet and warm and so, so fucking good.

“Relax your throat,” I said, my voice rough with desire. “Take me deeper.”

Blake did his best, his mouth stretching to accommodate more of me. The feeling of his hot mouth around my cock drove me wild.

“God, Blake,” I groaned, my hands tangling in his hair. “You’re amazing.”

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and desire. I could feel his hesitation, his nervousness, but he pushed through it, wanting to please me. And he was doing an incredible job, and I wanted to reward him.

I could feel my release building, the pleasure almost overwhelming. “Blake, I’m close,” I warned, my voice strained.

He responded by sucking harder, his hand stroking me faster. He cupped my balls, gently squeezing, massaging. It felt so good. So fucking good.

Sooo fuck?—

“I’m going to come,” I warned, my body feeling that rush right before the climax.

He didn’t stop sucking my cock. He bobbed up and down, moaning as my orgasm hit. I dropped my head back, thrusting up, unloading my balls down Blake’s thirsty throat. The room spun. My body felt full of helium, like I was about to float up and hit the ceiling.

Blake lifted his head, smiling as he licked his lips. “Damn,” he said. “That was a lot.”

“And you swallowed it all. You’re already a pro.”

“I try, I try.”

“Clearly,” I said with a light-headed chuckle.

He kissed his way back up my body, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss. “You’re amazing,” I whispered against his lips.

Blake smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and satisfaction. “That was… incredible.”

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we caught our breath. “You did so well, Blake.”

He blushed, his cheeks a rosy pink. “Thank you, X. I had a solid teacher.”

We lay there in comfortable silence, our bodies intertwined. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my chest, and it filled me with a sense of peace that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

After a while, Blake lifted his head and broke the silence. “Is that… is that the door to your horde room?” he asked, nodding toward the ornate door on the other side of the room. It wa s made of dark mahogany, etched with vines that trailed up and down its length.

I followed his gaze and nodded. There was a brief pause. A moment of quick calculation. I’d never let anyone except my siblings into my horde room. A dragon guarded their hordes like they’d guard their own hearts. They were extensions of our very beings. Being allowed into one was the ultimate sign of trust.

“Yes, it is. Would you like to see inside?”

Blake’s amber eyes lit up. “I’d love to. If that’s alright, of course.”

“It’s more than alright.”

I got up and took his hand, leading him to the door. He went for his clothes, but I waved him off. “You can stay the way you are, it’s okay. I like it.”

“Okay, good, because I wanted you to stay naked too.” He smiled and kissed my neck.

Something had shifted between us. Any kind of wall that had been surrounding Blake was demolished.

“This is a special place for me,” I said as I pushed open the door, revealing the hidden treasure within. The room was like stepping into another world. A beautiful garden stretched out before us, filled with vibrant, rare flowers, mostly a specific kind of orchid, my mother’s favorite. Sunlight streamed down from a seemingly invisible source, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. Large monarch butterflies flitted about, and iridescent hummingbirds hovered in the air, creating a serene, magical atmosphere.

Blake gasped, his eyes wide with wonder. “This is… incredible. ”

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride. “I collect rare flowers. Mostly these dawn orchids. They were my mother’s favorite. She always said they were resilient and powerful but still gentle and soft.” I stepped over to a large stone pot that held three dawn orchids. Their petals glistened as if they contained the setting sun inside of them.

Blake wandered around the room, admiring the different flowers while I admired him. “They’re beautiful.”

“They come in different colors and varieties,” I explained. “Dawn orchids never go out of bloom, no matter the season or the weather. I like that permanence. It’s so opposite to the way time normally works, shifting and pulling and tugging things in a forward direction.”

Blake turned to me, his smile as warm as the light that bathed our naked bodies. “Tell me more about your mom.”

I felt a lump in my throat, the familiar ache of loss rising to the surface. I worked hard to bury that emotion, but it was impossible for me to fully let go. “She was an amazing woman. Strong, kind, and incredibly wise. Losing her… it’s a wound that has never quite healed. I was the definition of a momma’s boy. She was my best friend. My closest confidant.”

Blake came over and took my hand. “I’m so sorry, Xavier. I can’t imagine how hard that must be.”

I nodded, feeling a wave of emotion wash over me. “It is. But these flowers… they remind me of her. They give me a sense of connection to her, even though she’s gone.”

Blake squeezed my hand. His eyes were filled with a soft compassion. “I understand. When I went through my stalking incident, I had to find ways to cope with the anxiety. One thing that helped was finding something to focus on, something that grounded me.”

“What did you do?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I learned a breathing technique,” he explained. “Whenever I felt overwhelmed, I would take a few deep breaths, focusing on the sensation of the air filling my lungs. In and out. I’d track it, as if I could see the trail of oxygen going inside me. Then, I’d think of my feet as roots, grounding me into the dirt. It helped me feel more present, more in control.”

I nodded. What he said was simple but not something I had tried yet. I didn’t suffer from anxiety or depression, but I did believe that having tools like the ones Blake spoke about was essential for everyone. Even dragons. “Thank you, Blake. I’ll try that.”

Blake smiled. “I’m glad I could help.”

I leaned in for a kiss. Our bodies pressed together. A hummingbird dashed past my head, hunting for her next drink of nectar. I held Blake’s hands in mine, looking down into the most beautiful set of eyes I’d ever seen. “You’re a special one.”

“So are you,” he replied.

“Tell me more about your parents,” I said, wanting to know more about the people who shaped him.

Blake’s gaze softened with affection as memories ran through them. “They’re incredible. They met in college and have been inseparable ever since. Their love is something I look up to. They’ve always supported each other through everything, even when shit got hard. And trust me, our life got difficult on many occasions. It’s not easy when your dad is the target of multiple smear campaigns.” He paused, a wistful smile on his face. “I’ve always wanted something like that, a love that stands the tests that life throws at it. They’ve shown me what it means to truly care for someone, to be there through thick and thin.”

I felt a deep connection to Blake in that moment, understanding his desire for a love that endures. It was something I’d always wanted as well. “It sounds like they’ve given you a wonderful example to follow.”

“They have,” Blake agreed. “And I hope one day I can have that kind of love too.”

“You will,” I said, kissing him again. “You’re an amazing person, Blake. You deserve that kind of love, and I have no doubt you’ll find it.”

Hell, maybe you already have?