Defenseman No. 9 - Xavier Neal Page 0,74

his heaving, tattooed chest. It grants me access to watch his gorgeous lashes flutter and full lips purse together in pleasure. Heat envelopes my dick from root to tip, welcoming me back to a place that I’ve been numerous times, in a new way. The lack of a barrier allows me to fully enjoy the contractions that are calling to my balls to rise to the occasion of coming and whispering to my senses to just let go already.

I fight against the urges to close my eyes for the instinct to meet his happy, hooded gaze.

I resist the temptation to release the roars rumbling in the back of my throat to truly hear the weak breaths he’s struggling to take.

I trade in the hair pulling habit he loves for the cradling of his ass cheeks he needs.

My simple shift in hand position allows me to assist in the gentle bouncing that’s beginning. Out of the corner of my eyes, I catch his toes curling into the couch cushions for leverage.

Support.

He progressively increases his vigor, steadily working my shaft, stroking and stroking and stroking every inch of it like it was specifically made for him. The deep seeded belief that that’s absolutely true has me hardening my hold. Each bounce springs him to the very tip of my dick before hurling him back downward to my base. There’s no denying the barbarous nature my thrusting takes or that the howls coming out of my boyfriend are that of satisfaction. I possessively pump and purr a stuttered version of his name in a ceaseless cycle, while I, greedily, watch his hard cock swell and twitch in anticipation of being touched. Pre cum dribbles downward to mix with our sweat adding another level of slickness. Seeing his dick so needy and neglected has me abandoning one cheek to grasp it instead. As soon as my fingers clamp around his cock, his muscles clamp around mine, and we cry out in ecstasy together. I don’t waste time syncing the jerks of my hand to the ones of my hips. Crash thrashes against the depth repeatedly being reached, the swiftness of being stroked, and the continual pressure building from being taken from both ends until he damn near throws himself off me. His lip lowers to shout the state of shattering he’s reached, yet I smash my mouth against it to swallow the words. To shove them down and keep them sacred in a place where only I can feel them. It inspires a squeak that instantly dissolves into a long, slow sigh that’s accompanied by searing spurts shot all across my chest. Growls of approval are short lived due to my own orgasm rushing to join the moment. Sweltering streams rapidly fill the narrow tunnel without worry or concern how much will leak past my cock and onto me. Crash chases my tongue to capture the same sounds I just stole from him, evoking even more to arise. My arms swiftly curl around his torso, caging him against me, letting him have anything and everything he wants from me.

He is the best gift this guy could ever ask for.

He is the only gift I hope to receive every year from this point forward.

Having him is the only gift I need, and I hope, at some point in the future, he truly understands the gravity of that.

Chapter 14

I should’ve just come over last night like he wanted.

It’s not like I sleep well on my own anymore anyway.

Especially not with the looming amount of anticipation dangling over today.

I’ve been auditioning for shit since I was five years old, so this feeling is far from new, but the weight in this case carries a much bigger load. If I get an offer, I’ll be moving to New York in just a couple months. My whole life will just get ripped out of these shoes and thrown into brand new stilettos. There’ll be so much shit to do and so quickly. Moving and canceling classes and goodbye parties. Betty, Sean, and Nina will all promise to come visit, I’m sure, yet truthfully speaking, the only one likely to keep their word about it is Betty, but even then, it’s unlikely. They have lives here that they can’t just abandon to come catch a Broadway show with me on a random Sunday. Mom will probably be the first person to come visit. She’ll clean and help me decorate wherever it is I’ll be living. Dad’ll probably front the bill