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“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he sighed, twisting his fingers inside me, making me groan. “Do you think you could come down my throat, baby? Feed me some of thatsweetness?”
There was a hint of sadness hidden beneath Xander’s dirty talk, but I was too far gone to do anything other than beg.
“Yes, Daddy,” I sobbed, unable to stop my hips from bucking, desperate for him to deepthroat me again. “Please… I’ll give you everything, just please put your mouth on me again.”
“Everything,huh?” he murmured, but dutifully sucked me down.
Apparently, the time for taking it slow was over. Xander devouredme as if he were as insatiably hungry for me as I was for him. He tirelessly bobbed his head, pounding into my ass with his fingers, hittingthat spotover and over until my vision went hazy.
This. This. This.
“Xan! I’m gonna… I’m…” I panted, clawing at the sheets, scrabbling against the headboard, and burying my hand in his hair as the pressure building in my spine yanked my balls up tight.
He never slowed. Instead, he plungedanotherfinger into my ass, stuffing me full, and booting me off the cliff. I howled as I shot what felt like a ridiculous amount of cum down his throat, violently shuddering while I babbled some combination of his name mixed with more pleas and promises.
Pro that he was, he simply slid off and out of me, calmly swallowing my load while watching me limply twitch on the bed beneath him.
“Lemme just…” I mumbled, weakly reaching for him. “Now it’s your turn…”
Xander threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, you sweet, sweet thing. I appreciate the offer, but you don’t look like you’re in any state to reciprocate. Besides,” his tone turned sultry again as he stroked my inner thigh. “It appears I’m all set.”
Vaguely registering that my thigh felt damp, I peered down to discover Xander absently running his fingers through the mess he’d made—spreading his cum around, painting me with it. Realizing he’d gotten off from givingmepleasure made me drop my head back with a moan as my dick made a valiant effort to rally for another round.
“You did so good, baby,” he praised, gently pushing his cum-covered fingers back inside me, claiming me ashis. “Such a good boy.”
I contentedly sighed, loving how cared for I felt, like nothing bad could touch me when he was around. The meticulous way he cleaned me up—that heady shot of comfort—only made my eyelids grow heavy.
The last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep was Xander’s voice, his tone once again tinged with sadness. “I’ll take everything you have to give.”
Everything.
CHAPTER14
XANDER
I am so royally screwed.
Not only had I invited Butch into my apartment, Ihadn’tfucked his brains out, and I’dcuddledwith him again. All night long.
I was not a cuddler or someone who wanted to deal with seeing my one-night stands in the light of day. No strings attached was my preferred state of being, but suddenly, I wantedstrings all over the goddamn place. I wanted to get completely tied up with this sweetly clueless, non-swearing slab of hot AF man muscle so I could cuddle him every night. I wanted to shibari myself so tightly to Butch Hawthorne as he fumbled his way through his bi-awakening that he’d never untangle the hold I had on him.
And while that realization scared the shit out of me, I‘d apparently lost all sense of self-preservation, as I was no longer considering running in the opposite direction.
Meowson had woken me up twenty minutes ago, scratching at the bedroom door until I emerged to feed him his overpriced prescription diet food. Now I was standing next to the bed, petting the satisfied Himalayan while I watched Butch sleep.
Like some sort of creepy, lovesick fool.
So what happens now?
Before I could make any life-altering decisions, I heard my front door bang open, followed by a bratty, sing-song voice echoing off the walls.
“Oh, sluuuutbag! I’ve brought you breakfast in exchange for dirty detaaaaails!”
Shit, shit, shit.
“Who is that?” Butch was already off the bed and half-dressed, his blue eyes fixed on the bedroom door with the same oddly threatening intensity he’d aimed at Chantal last night at the restaurant.
My pre-coffee brain didn’t know how to reconcilemyButch withBlade RunnerButch, or whatever the hell was going on here. Before he could stomp into the living room and give Kai the baseline test, I flung open the bedroom door and confronted the intruder myself.
