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Chapter 27

Losing It

Blake

Xavier’s bedroom felt like a sanctuary.

These last twenty-four hours were a whirlwind. My head still spun like a broken wind vein inside the bands of a lashing hurricane, but being here with X helped calm most of that down. The dark wood-paneled walls bounced some of the warm light from the only lamp that had been turned on. It made Xavier’s skin glow, his muscles rippling as he walked back to the bed with massage oil in hand.

Fuck, I really needed this.

My body thrummed with anticipation. He was otherworldly, and not just because he had a dragon coiled up inside him. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, his gaze raking over me. It allowed me a second to appreciate his form: shoulders like boulders, a chest that could only have been acquired through a hundred push-ups a day, thick thighs dusted in the same brown hair that crowned his head, balls that hung heavy under his thick and stiff cock.

A cock that I desperately wanted inside me.

A cock I was unsure would ever fit inside me.

I had played with my ass before, using a finger or two, and found that I really enjoyed it. I had even ordered a toy online once. It was a regular-sized dildo that I tried to use but couldn’t get past the head, so I stopped and jerked off the old-fashioned way. There had been a stinging pain that I couldn’t quite get past, nor did I have the motivation to try. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to experience it with another man. I got off on the idea of a man entering me, using my body for his pleasure while I got mine. There was something primal about it, but also something extremely romantic too.

“Turn over and let me make you feel like a god,” Xavier said. The fire at the base of my spine exploded.

He squirted some oil into his hand and climbed onto the bed. I turned over, lying flat, my head comfortable on his large pillow. The gray sheets were as soft as silk, and they had his scent on them. Oaky and earthy with a dash of floral notes that drove me wild. I breathed him in as Xavier started on my lower back, rubbing the oil up and down. It was heavenly. My body instantly began to relax at his expert touch. His fingers found knots I didn’t even know I had, working them out with a tender care that made this all the better.

He moved up to my shoulders. As he did, he rubbed his stiff cock against my ass. I shut my eyes and let the sensations carry me away. My dick pushed against the mattress, throbbing. My balls felt heavy and full.

“How’s that pressure?”

I moaned into the pillow as an answer.

“Good, just relax. Breathe. That’s it. ”

He worked my neck, the spot between my shoulders, my back, all while rubbing his body on mine, his cock sliding between my cheeks. He briefly paused in massaging me with his hands and rested his body weight on me, reaching down and squeezing the sides of my thighs.

I instinctually pushed my ass up, wanting to feel him not just on the outside but on the inside. I craved being one with this man in a way I hadn’t craved anything before in my life.

Not yet, though. He went back to kneading out my muscles, releasing the tension and lactic acid stored from the mountains of stress I’d been under. He reached my ass and used his fists to work the large globes of muscle. He opened me, spread my cheeks, my hole feeling exposed. At first, I felt myself getting nervous. It wasn’t exactly a place on my body I always had eyes on. It was one of my most private areas, and it was now on full display for Xavier.

Did he like it? Was I sexy enough for him?

He growled and squeezed. “Fuck, baby, look at that pretty pink hole. I love it.”

Was he a mind reader too? Doubtful. He was simply perfect.

I pushed my ass up again, giving him the green light. He took it, rubbing a finger over my hole, slow and soft. He traced circles, getting me used to his touch. I opened my legs and melted further into the bed. He pushed a finger in.

“That okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“Want more?”

“Mhmmmm.”

He sunk his finger in deeper. It slid in without much resistance and with only the slightest sting. The sensation gave way to pure pleasure as he rubbed at my inner walls, turning his finger over and prodding at my prostate.

“That’s it. Look at how your body takes me. Fuck, I can feel you asking for more.”

His tone—low like the growl of a hungry lion—made my toes curl. He was right. My body was needing more. I opened for him, all of the tension disappearing from every inch of me.

He teased my entrance with another finger. “Think you can take two?”

“Let’s see,” I said, smiling as he chuckled behind me. I was fully at ease with him in this moment. There was nowhere else I’d rather be, no one else I’d rather be with. This was one of those nights that had been etched in the stars. The kind of nights that only seemed to happen in the movies, when everything suddenly shifts for the hero and the world gives them all that they asked for.

His other finger pushed in, adding a surprising dose of pleasure instead of pain. There was still a stretch, but it didn’t make my eyes pop open or my hips squirm away. I let him explore me, my cock leaking and throbbing underneath me. I could hear the sounds of him jerking off behind me, the slick rub of oiled skin on skin.

I hadn’t realized it was possible to be this turned on. Fuuuuuck.

I lifted my head and looked over my shoulder. Xavier had his golden gaze pinned on my ass, watching himself play with me. He had his thick cock in his other hand. “I think I’m ready,” I said in barely more than a whimper.

“I think so too,” he said. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me wishing he hadn’t. “Turn over, baby. I want to look into your eyes when I take your virginity.”

His words nearly pushed me to orgasm. I was already so damn close to the edge. I rolled onto my back, not even wanting to touch my overly sensitive cock. A single stroke and I would have blown.

“Fuck, I want to devour every inch of you,” he said, moving up on the bed, rubbing both my legs. “Here, use this pillow. It’ll help.” He reached over me and grabbed an extra pillow, sliding it underneath my lower back. “Are you okay without condoms?”

“Yes,” I said. I’d been anticipating this moment, so I had already gotten tested and started on PrEP. My brain and hormones may have been scrambled, but safety was always first.

I let him manipulate my body however he wanted. All the nerves and anxiety I’d been feeling about this moment were completely gone. The warm light of the bedroom made the gold scales around his wrist glisten as he grabbed my legs and lifted them onto his shoulders.

His eyes locked on mine. He lined himself up. I took a deep breath. His cock was way bigger than just two fingers, but he’d already worked me up so much that I wasn’t scared of taking it. I wanted it.

And I was going to have it.

He started to push in, using a free hand to guide himself. I wrapped my legs around him, angling myself so he had an easy time getting in.

The head of his cock slipped in. My jaw dropped, eyebrows jerking halfway up my head. My legs got tighter around his neck. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it wasn’t as easy as his fingers had been just a few moments ago.

“That feel good, baby?”

I nodded. Words wouldn’t form. Thoughts barely formed. Xavier was all I could focus on.

“That’s it, take it.” He pushed in a little deeper. The burn started to increase, but so did the pleasure. And he was going slow, which helped my body adjust.

“Almost down to my balls. Fuck, baby.”

“It feels really fucking good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good,” he said, rocking his hips and causing me to shout in pleasure as he sunk all the way in.

There. That was it. Nothing to be scared about. Only bliss. Only pleasure.

Only us.

I touched his chest, my fingers gliding over his hard nipples as he kept himself buried inside me. He leaned down, devilish grin on his face. His lips met mine, crashing in a passionate kiss. The world spun. He started to pull back before thrusting in again. And again. Slow, smooth, deep strokes. I gasped with each one, my fingers threaded through his curls, holding his lips against mine. He kept going, increasing the pace.

More and more. Faster. Harder.

Holy fuck. It felt beyond amazing. At a certain point, there was zero discomfort left, only room for eye-rolling pleasure.

He pulled back, stretching my legs. He held them by the ankles and started to fuck me hard. My eyes opened wide. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in his large bedroom. It mixed with the cries that slipped from my mouth. I hoped no one walked by because there’d be no way I could keep silent. Not with the sensations that rocked through me, making my balls tighter and tighter by the second.

It was intense. It was perfect. It was everything.

I gripped the bedsheets. Xavier grunted something I couldn’t really understand. I lost all capacity to think, to rationalize. I just wanted a release, and I wanted his release to trigger it.

“Oh fuck, Blake, I’m going to come. Want me to come?”

“Mhmm, yes, please, X, please.”

“Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it, oh fuck .” His thrusts became erratic as he gave one last one and finished inside me. It was enough to make me orgasm, my cock spraying rope after rope of sticky hot cum across my belly and chest.

My entire world spun. It was as if we’d been catapulted out past the atmosphere and into a neighboring galaxy. I tried to catch my breath, my heart rate feeling like a handful of caged hummingbirds had invaded my chest.

“Holy shit,” I said as Xavier slowly pulled himself out of me.

He gave me a breathless laugh as he lay down next to me, a hand on my stomach, neither of us caring about the mess that we’d made.

“How was that?” he asked.

“Amazing. Incredible. Life-changing. Five out of five stars, would do it again.”

“Good, because I would too,” he said, kissing my neck. “You came without your hands.”

“I did. Is that rare? ”

“For bottoming, it can be, yes.”

“Well, that’s just how good you are,” I said. A couple of aftershocks rocked through me, causing me to shiver. I looked up at the dark ceiling, my body Jell-O. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, even if I tried.

“I thought it would hurt more,” I admitted.

“Not if you have someone who cares enough to make you feel good,” Xavier said. “And I care a lot about you. More than I care about almost anything in the world.”

“Really?”

“Swear it,” he said. “If it wasn’t immoral and wrong and psychotic, I’d consider locking you up in my horde and keeping you safe there for the rest of your life.”

“I mean, as long as you bring me food, water, and that meaty dick of yours, I think I’ll be fine.”

“Damn, you got it once, and now you can live off it. I love that.”

“I definitely think you just fucked nine lives into me. That’s how good that felt.”

Xavier gave a belly laugh at that. “At this rate, I expect you to live forever, then.”

I smiled as I rested my head on his shoulder. He traced invisible shapes on my arm. There was a renewed sense of calm and peace in the room.

“Wait,” I asked. “If you wanted, would you have been able to rewind time and experience that orgasm over again?”

“Who says I didn’t?” he asked, laughing.

“Did you?”

“No, I didn’t,” he said. “And I don’t think I’d even be able to use my powers now. I feel spent. Like I just ran the best marathon of my life.”

“Me too,” I said. “And I hate running.”

“Well, you reached the finish line, judging by all this,” Xavier said, running a finger through the cum on my chest. He reached past me, arm still looped around my head, and sucked his finger, smiling.

“Gah damn, you’re so hot,” I said, already feeling myself getting hard again.

“I think you’re hotter.”

That was likely a bunch of bullshit, but I liked it… and maybe it wasn’t? I think he did genuinely think that. For someone who didn’t exactly have the highest self-esteem around, it was nice to hear. Especially coming from someone as flawless as the naked man currently next to me.

“Come on,” he said, moving his arm from underneath me. “Let’s go shower and come back to bed.”

“Why are we going to shower?” I asked. I rolled over and onto his lap, my hands on his still-flushed chest. “We’re just going to get dirty again.”

“Oh, you’re naughty.”

“And still extremely horny.” I leaned down and kissed him, which quickly evolved into more. We didn’t get much sleep that night, but it didn’t matter. Who needed sleep when you were having the best night of your entire life?

Over and over and over again?