Page 50 of Pervade Montego Bay
Don’t fight it.
It felt so damn good.
I knew Xavier’s expression—it warned me that if this didn’t happen, he’d be full of regret.
I stared at his naked, sculpted torso as he heaved breaths of uncertainty. My eyes roamed over the length and form of what lay between his thighs, a hefty cock that was erect. Even that looked beautiful to me. I was opening up to this man, letting him in.
The walls I’d built inside were being destroyed and my heart was beating once more.
I set the rum on the nightstand and joined Xavier on the bed.
He climbed on top of my body, his biceps bulging as he kept his weight off me, brushing his cock along the length of mine…watching my reaction to his pleasurable thrusts below.
A tight, new tension rose between us.
This passion felt natural and worthy of this room…turning this lonely sanctuary into something sacred. I rose from the depths of my disquiet and replayed Xavier’s words in my head…he wanted this.
Before now, my every waking thought had been wishing I could go back in time and have Victoria here, that I could return to the moment when I’d boarded theHMSMajesty.It had taken me to the depths of the ocean, so far from her—for the last time.
Now, my wants and needs were filled with something new. A sense of hope that came with a new kind of exploration.
Having Xavier in this room felt right. After all I knew about him, he deserved to be treated with respect. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to give him what he needed, though. If he wanted something permanent, I wasn’t there yet.
“It’s going to be done my way,” I said, my tone gravely from the rum. “I need to control you, Xavier.”
“Oh, God,” he whispered.
I pushed him off, reaching for the rum and offering him more. Xavier shook his head, so I took one more swig and set the bottle on the nightstand before rising and opening the top drawer of my dresser. I pulled out two neckties and carried them over to the bed.
With an intrigued expression, Xavier watched me secure his right wrist to the metal bedframe, and then I did the same to his left one. He hadn’t resisted at all, and that trust stirred a forbidden yearning inside me. He probably wondered if I’d done this to my late wife. Obviously, I had a thing for kinky sex, but that was a conversation for another time.
By leaving his feet free, I at least gave him some ability to move—and to resist, if necessary—if what I did to him became too much.
Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I examined it. This was the closest I’d ever been to another man with this level of intimacy. I traced him, running my thumb along his frenulum. He shuddered beneath me. Continuing, I delivered the kind of pleasure I liked, the fast and steady pump of a fist until a bead of cum appeared on his tip. That same pre-cum glistened on me.
“I’m going to…,” he said, panting. “Unless you slow down.”
I sucked on my forefinger to soak it and then lowered it to the puckered flesh of his ass, easing it into him a little. Xavier’s back arched and his muscles clenched around my finger.
“Relax,” I soothed.
My erection grew harder and my balls tighter at the sight of me finger-fucking him in the ass. With my other hand, I provided a steady rhythm with my palm around his shaft. This was me showing how much I cared…how much I wanted this to be special. I wanted to bring him blinding pleasure, make him forget his troubles.
Because forgetting was what we both coveted—what we both wanted was to find a way to make it through another day.
Controlling another man like this had to be the ultimate thrill.
I knew how each stroke, each touch, and each brush of my thumb would feel. It would be easy to bring him over.
“James!”
“Not yet.” I needed this to go on longer, to become what it promised to be. Our first time a mark of strength and submission.
His moan of frustration echoed around us.
I continued even as he clenched around my finger possessively, his breathing ragged, his body shuddering as he wantonly gave himself over.
I ran my fingers along the ridges of his scrotum, leaving his cock abandoned to build his frustration—just as he’d done to me in the shower. Xavier gritted his teeth as he tried to endure my neglect, his thighs shaking in revolt at my taunting.
