Defenseman No. 9 - Xavier Neal Page 0,67

don’t deserve to. And, I know I don’t deserve you b-”

“Stop talking,” he warmly grumbles at the same time he swiftly pulls me closer by the arms, “start kissing.”

We reunite tongues the second they’re within each other’s proximity. In spite of being the one who might bottom tonight, it doesn’t stop him from dominating the speed of our pushes or how swiftly they quicken. Like the candy I was devouring earlier, Hugo takes me by the mouthful over and over again, clearly unable to find content until he’s had every little piece. Only then does he release me long enough to ditch his boxers, while I grab the Vanilla Cake flavored lube and a condom from our stash on his side of the bed.

Flat on his back Hugo impatiently waits.

Breath choppy.

Body shaky.

I instantly prepare to investigate the response, reassure him we don’t have to do this, I don’t mind shit the way it is, when his head flops around to face mine and huff, “Could you hurry up? My balls are starting to fucking ache from wanting to come with you so bad.”

With me.

Not just get one off.

Not just get one off and go to sleep.

No.

He wants to do the shit with me.

The man I love, who, for some wild reason loves me, wants us to do things together.

Fuck, how’d I get this lucky?

Flattered by the whining, I proudly place myself between his widespread thighs to start our new adventure. “Relax, Boo.” The condom is placed to the side while I dribble a drop of the lube on his nuts. “I’m gonna ease that pain.”

Doesn’t matter to me if it’s the words or the cold fluid that elicits the hungry growl out of my boyfriend.

All that I give a fuck about is that I’m the reason it’s leaving his lips.

Me.

No one else.

Propelled by that power and the privilege to have him this way, I promptly pour more of the liquid on his balls to gently play with them first. My fingers cup the heavy, but delicate, weight. Roll them around in my palm. Softly squeeze. Hugo’s cock kicks in what, I would assume, is jealousy by the way my burly boyfriend is practically purring and trying to hump my hand. I slide my slippery grip lower and stiffen it during the descent. The first graze along the crack of his ass receives expected resistance, yet the low, bed-shaking moan it pulls out of us both isn’t.

“Th-th-that feels g-g-good.”

A small grin grows on my face prior to me adding a little pressure to the area. “What about that?”

Hugo gasps at the initial invasion. Tenses and struggles not to banish my finger over its pioneer prodding. Unlike the first strokes, it takes a little longer for his body to adjust to the unusual sensations. I maintain my patience – after all, I can still remember what it felt like the first time someone touched me there – and use his reactions as my guide. I become surprised over finding out that the shit I know I love is not at all his favorite and then wet my lips in eagerness when discovering it’s the circular motions that cause his cock to leak precum. There’s more moaning and groaning and panting out of us that’s done in unremitting tandem. The sight of his swaying hips and trembling jaw inspires an aspect of me that I had no clue existed to peek its head around the curtain.

“Up,” I command like I’ve done this a million times to a million people. “On your knees. Face the headboard.”

And, without argument or concern for losing some sort of upper hand or his masculinity, he shifts his large frame into the new position.

The instant his palms hit the mattress, giving me a glorious view of the area I’ve been teasing for the past few minutes, that curtain is ripped down and the dominant side darts into the spotlight. My hands spread his cheeks far to dive my tongue between them. Another gasp is stolen; however, my mind doesn’t seem to believe it warrants a reason to stop. I roll my wet muscle in the same circles I was my finger and groan in gratification over the flavors mixing in my mouth. Every lap I make around the taut hole seems to make him shake and my own dick thump in outrage that it isn’t being allowed to take over yet. Knowing that’s more than a possibility now, and something I actually really fucking want, I begin to work