Page 57 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
He released me and sat back on his heels to better look at me, continuing to lazily pump himself. As I’d now come to expect with Xander, instead of judging my ignorance, he always gave my questions careful consideration mixed with a large dose of mischief.
“Would you like to find out?” He licked his lips, his classic tell that trouble was coming.
“What do you mean?” I stopped stealing glances at his mesmerizing foreskin to focus on his face. “I don’t have—”
“You do now,” he snickered before lifting his chin. “Sit with your back against the headboard. You’re going to want to brace yourself for this.”
Whatever you say!
Scrambling up to sitting, I leaned back, ready for anything. Xander kneeled between my legs, pouring lube over both of us before grasping his dick with both hands and lining us up—tip to tip.
“Fuck,” he murmured, rubbing our slits together before drawing back, creating a thread of precum between us. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
Inside him?!
BeforeI could get myself worked up overthatmental image, Xander blew my mind with a different one. Lining us up again, he used his thumbs and pointer fingers to push his foreskin over my crown, encasing me inside the thin layer alongside him.
“Oh, my goddd!”I choked out, gaping as he secured the skin around me with one hand, sealing us in. Placing the other on the headboard above me for leverage, he started thrusting, and I lost what little grip on reality I had left.
It felt like heaven. It felt like my dick was encased in the warmest, slipperiest, tightest sleeve of goodness—made even better because it was in there withhim.
I think I’m in love.
“Do you like that?” he purred down at me, in complete control as I fell apart.
As usual.
“Fuuu…”I groaned, clutching the blanket on either side of me as I bucked, already pouring sweat.
Xander stopped moving.
“What? What are you—” I stammered.
“Say it,” he hissed, reminding me of our first date, when he cornered me outside the Tick Tock Diner and showed me in no uncertain terms that I was alreadyhis.“I want to hear you say the big bad F word as you fill me with cum.”
Before I could reply, the hand he’d placed on the headboard shot down to grip my hair, tears pricking my eyelids at the delicious sting.
“C’mon, baby,” he sweetly crooned as he began to move his hips again. “Swear for Daddy like a good boy.”
Then he curled his body over mine and sunk his teeth into my neck.
“FUCK!”I roared, using every ounce of self-control to stop my powers from turning Xander’s apartment into a blazing inferno of melted electronics. The pain, combined with his intoxicating leather scent and the suction on my dick, ripped the orgasm out of me. I exploded with a shout, coating the inside of his foreskin with my seemingly endless release.
Fucking fuuuuck.
Xander made a guttural sound against my neck, teeth still buried deep as he joined me, the overflow of our cum dripping onto me from between his shaking fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasped, magically transformed into a foul-mouthed broken record by sex wizardry.
Unsurprisingly unconcerned with my swearing, Xander released me and began lapping at his bite marks—as ifthatwasn’t going to get me hard all over again.
“What sort of sorcerywasthat?” I croaked, finally able to form more coherent words.
He laughed against my neck before drawing back and planting a chaste kiss on my lips. I melted, recognizing he was letting down his walls more often for cute little gestures of affection like this.
Although I’m a little too wrecked to fully appreciate it right now.
“While I wish I could take credit for that move, I didn’t invent it. It’s calleddocking,and it’s a little easier if you’re not as hard as we both were.” Xander gazed down at me with an amused smirk. “Did you not stumble upon it during your scandalous gay sex research?”
