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My entire body was shuddering, chest heaving as I panted through my nose, but with Herculean effort, I started stroking again.
I can do this.
Xander made a noise of approval as he pulled into an underground garage beneath what I prayed was his building. If I had to walk even a block in the state I was in, I might end up humping a fire hydrant.
Putting the car in park, he slowly reached across the console, running a featherlight touch along my neck, making me shiver. “I asked you a question, Butch. Has anyone oranythingever been inside your tight, hot hole?”
“No!” I yelped, strangling my dick to stop myself from exploding. “You’ll be the first… I’ve never even done it to myself…”
I can be good.
He flung open his door, closing it with a decisive click before striding to my side. I feared I’d answered incorrectly, but then my door was ripped open and I was being yanked out of my seat and bent over the hood.
I gasped as my throbbing dick met the still warm surface of his car, groaning louder when Xander pressed against me from behind, trapping it painfully beneath our combined weight.
“You mean to tell me,”—his breath ghosted over the shell of my ear—“that you’ve never stuffed thesethickfingers into your ass while you fucked your fist? Not even while thinking about what I could do to you?”
“No,” I sobbed, quieter this time. I could feel him rubbing his enormous erection against my ass—like a wild animal marking its territory. “Not even when I thought about your fingers and tongue and c-cock in my ass. I’ve been so hard for you all day—for this entire week since we first messaged on Bangers—only for you.Please.Please,Xander. Let me show you how good I can be for you.”
He sharply inhaled, immediately backing off, the cold air on my skin from his sudden absence making me whimper. A moment later, the elevator dinged. I tensed at the thought of a stranger finding me like this, but didn’t move a muscle—not withouthimtelling me I could.
Please let me show you…
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmured, tone thick with praise and something else I couldn’t place. He gently raised me off the hood before his hands dropped to efficiently tuck me back into my pants.
When I made a noise of discontent at the too-brief contact, he chuckled and sweetly brushed his lips over the back of my neck. “Welcome to my home. Let’s go upstairs.”
CHAPTER13
BUTCH
I’d been so fixated on Xander during the drive, I didn’t even know which neighborhood we’d ended up in. Even in the elevator, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him—as if doing so might make him disappear.
When the doors opened again on the sixth floor, all I saw was a flash of blindingly white walls before I was herded to the end of the hallway by the man I was borderline obsessed with.
Wherever you want me, Daddy.
Because I was a total dork, Xander using hisfingerprintto open his apartment door was the thing that managed to snap me out of my lust-drunk state.
“Hey, that’s pretty cool,” I chuckled. Of course, I’d encountered similar setups because of my job, but never in a civilian home. “It’s kind of like you have a secret lair.”
He smirked as he swung open the door. “It was a non-negotiable when purchasing this apartment, but mysecret lairis actually off-premises.”
“Maybe you could take me there sometime,” I teased, assuming he was talking about wherever he worked on his marine biology research.
He simply cocked his head at me before wordlessly turning on the lights from an app on his phone. I didn’t dwell on the non-reply, however, because I was now standing inside Xander’s apartment.
I can’t believe I’m here!
The decor was mid-century modern meets tech-geek man-cave. A black leather sofa faced a credenza supporting a ridiculously large flat screen hooked up to a dizzying number of blinking electronics.
Abstract art—red paint splashed across the canvas like blood spatter—decorated the gray walls, with the only illumination being track lighting on the art and a row of recessed bulbs in the stainless steel-dominated kitchen area. It felt so perfect—sohim—except…
“It’s a lotsmallerthan I was expecting,” I blurted out. A faint glow was coming from beneath a single door off of the living area, leading to what I assumed was his bedroom.
Which is where I hope we’re headed.
I blushed at my rudeness, but Xander laughed, tossing his car keys in a wooden dish near the door. “While I admittedly have ahugepersonality, I prefer a smaller footprint. Why live in some oversized monstrosity when everything I need can be at my fingertips here?” He cocked his head again, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Should we see where else my fingertips can fit in thistightspace?”
