Page 30 of Dangerous Pursuit
I break the kiss, both of us gasping for air, and grab the back of his thighs, just below the point where his ass starts. I spread my legs slightly and bend my knees so that we're leveled and press our bodies together, rolling my hips so that our cocks brush against each other, perfectly aligned.
Xander does growl, but so do I, the sensation making me throb like a motherfucker. Yeah, it's been a while, and with the way Xander's been taunting me lately, I'm surprised I was able to function at all.
He doesn't lag behind, tips of his fingers digging into my back as he bucks his hips forward, increasing the pressure. I'm entrapped by the look on his face, his lower lip sucked in while he's biting on it, his head tilted to the side, eyelids dropped down as he looks between us, catching glimpses of our cocks when they periodically appear in sight.
He looks up then, catching me staring, his entire body jolting as he does.
"Lie down," I say, as he's already protesting, already chasing me as I step back, severing the full body contact and reach down to where my pants are lying on the grass.
"What are you doing?" he asks in a breathy voice, still standing.
"You'll find out," I say, rummaging through my pocket. Where the fuck is it? "Once youlie down."
Got it. My fingers locate what I’ve been searching for and I remove the tiny packet of lube from my back pocket. Once my eyes land on Xander again, he's sitting on his heels, one hand propped behind him, the other making an awkward gesture that doesn't really mean anything. "Should I… Front or back?"
My blood pressure kicks up a million notches once the meaning behind those words registers, and for a split second I consider sayingfront. He'd do it. There's no doubt in my mind, with the way his cock stands between his spread thighs, red and eager. With the way he looks up at me, his eyes huge now, pupils blown, covering most of his irises. Yes, right now Xander would get on his stomach if I asked him to. He'd prop that perfectly sculptured ass up, and then I would—
I take a steadying breath, willing my senses to come back to me. "On your back," I finally say, not without mental resistance.
He does just that, his legs bent and spread slightly, and he's propped on his forearms, these huge brown eyes still peering right into mine. I drop to my knees before him, and it's not until I tear open the pocket of lube and squeeze its contents into my open palm that Xander seems to notice.
"I thought you—" his voice is raspy, sharp as sandpaper. He clears his throat, but that doesn't really make it better. "I thought you said you didn't carry lube on you?"
I toss the wrapper and warm the liquid between my palms. "You asked me to start, didn't you?"
"God." He closes his eyes and drops his head back, his long neck straining. I can't stop myself from leaning down and tracing my tongue along its side, the stubble that has already started to pepper it, giving my tongue an electric massage.
On purpose, I move to suck the spot right under his jaw at the exact same time I lower my hips, align our cocks once again and then wrap my slippery palm around both of them. Xander's throat vibrates against my lips as he groans, the sound loud and deep echoing off the empty vastness of the stadium.
I give him a few strong, fast strokes, each drawing the same intense, deep-cutting sound out of his throat before I still my hand, squeezing our cocks to the point of pain and instead drag my entire body up.
"Oh, fuck." Xander's head shoots up, his hair brushing against my cheek before falling back again.
I give his neck one more nibble and lift up my upper body to look at him.
Our eyes meet, and I expect him to close his, or to look away, or maybe even kiss me just to avoid my gaze.
Instead, he stares at me intently, his parted lips shivering with every drag of my cock against his, before he deadpans, "Faster. Go faster, damn it."
What rips out of my throat is a roar as I tighten my grip and roll my hips with fresh ferocity, hoping the tiny amount of lube will save us from chafing tomorrow. Not that the possibility of pain could change a damn thing right now, as the intense pleasure already rolls through me in waves, building up, rising higher and higher every time the head of my cock slides againsthis shaft, and the only thing that could stop me right now is if Xander asked me to stop.
But all that Xander seems to be asking for is more as he bends his legs further, giving himself leverage and bucks his hips up, building even more pressure within me.
I'm looking at his face without really seeing it, the pictures inside my mind more vivid than reality as I imagine I'm fucking him, giving it to him with everything I've got, making him squirm beneath me.
And Xander does squirm, here in the realm of reality, and although I can hardly see it, I can feel it against my body, his chest jerking up, meeting mine, sweaty skin brushing against sweaty skin.
I barely register when Xander's hands make their way to my ass, fingernails digging into my flesh as he pulls my hips down even more, and if I didn't have the physique I do, I would no longer be able to move.
"Yeah. Fuck yeah," Xander chants. "Go faster. I'm close."
Faster is not physically obtainable. Not with the way he's pulling me down. Not with the force I'm gripping our cocks with. So instead, I lean down and dive into his mouth, tongue first. His lips pull tight around mine and when he sucks on my tongue, I lose it.
I summon all the will I still possess, every scrap of restraint that's still in me and with an effort matching the one of squeezing that twelfth rep when you're only supposed to go eight, I delay my orgasm, my thigh muscles on fire as I drag my cock against his again, and again, and again, however many times he needs to get there.
Xander needs four.
Four rolls of my hips against his and he groans a curse, the sound coming deep from within him as he releases the brutal grip on my ass and his body convulses. I lose track of his actions then, my orgasm hitting me stronger than my will to experience his. A series of grunts shoot out of me and my body freezes, every single muscle spasming as I shoot my load, my cock jerking against Xander's inside my fist.
