Headlines (Prime Time #3) - Ella Frank Page 0,19
of stripping you naked the way you just did me,” I said.
Xander’s lips parted on a swift inhale. Yeah, let’s see how you like being teased, Mr. Thorne.
“Now turn around and face the wall.”
When Xander’s cheeks flushed, I wondered for a second if I’d accidentally stumbled onto some kind of fantasy of his, and decided that even if it wasn’t, by the end of this encounter, it would be at the top of his fucking list.
When his back was to me, I raised a hand above his head, placing his palm against the flat surface.
Xander hung his head like he was praying for patience, then I took his other hand and repeated the move. I took the final step; my cock nestled in against his soft cotton shorts, and the delicious friction was too much to pass up.
I placed my hands over the top of his and ground my lower half against him, rubbing my leaking dick between his cheeks, shoving those shorts in the crack of his ass. Xander thrust back on me, and I muscled him forward until he was plastered up against the wall.
I scraped my teeth down to the curve of his shoulder, lowered my hands from the wall, and grabbed the hem of his shirt.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” I said, and then moved back just enough that I could draw the material up his torso. When I reached his head and removed it, I was happy to see Xander’s hands automatically found their place back on the wall.
I tossed his shirt to the ground and took in the tense arms and shoulders, the long line of Xander’s back, and the high, tight ass his shorts were still covering. Unable to resist the lure of all the naked skin, I moved in and splayed my hands on his hips. Then I placed a kiss at the top of his spine.
“Ah, Sean.”
Xander’s moan was so satisfying that I did it again, and when his salty skin hit my taste buds, I flicked my tongue out and he moaned, louder this time.
“You like that?”
“Yes…” The breathy confession made me smile. Xander sounded as though his mind were shutting down and he was floating high, and I was the drug that got him there.
I smoothed my hands around to where his cock was outlined in his shorts and cupped him in my palm as I kissed and licked my way down his spine. Xander’s arousal had soaked through his shorts to make a mess of my hand, and knowing he was this hot for me just cranked my wheel even harder.
When I reached his lower back, I let go of him to drag his shorts free of his hips, and when they hit the floor, he immediately stepped out of them. Eye level now with his spectacular ass, I pressed a kiss there, followed with a sharp little bite.
Xander’s head whipped around, his eyes searching out mine, and when they connected, I cupped his ass in both hands and nipped him again.
“Sean…?”
“Hmm.” I flicked my tongue over the red spot now marring his right cheek.
“Oh God.” Xander shoved back into my hands, clearly wanting my mouth again, and I complied, this time licking a path right across it. “I…”
“Yeah? I thought we already decided this morning’s theme.” I plumped his ass in my hands. “If you want something, ask. Remember?”
Xander’s eyes flared as he nodded, and it looked for a second like he might be trying to decide between killing me or fucking me—I was banking on the latter.
“Good. And what is it you want, Xander?”
Xander lowered a hand off the wall to wrap his fingers around his dick, and as he gave it a nice, hard tug, he bit down into his lower lip and slammed his eyes shut.
“Widen your legs,” I ordered him, wanting a better view of what he was doing, and for a couple of minutes I was content to sit at his feet with my own dick in hand and watch him pleasure himself.
But soon, watching was no longer enough.
Letting go of myself, I climbed to my feet, crowded in behind him, and wedged my hard-on between his ass cheeks.
“Xander?” I said, my voice gravel rough as he started to rub against me like a cat in heat. “Tell me what you want.”
Xander leaned his head back on my shoulder, his eyes so heavy with lust now that the lids were barely open. His lips were red, wet, and swollen from