Lost and Found (Twist of Fate #1)(52)

“Fuck,” Xander groaned as I licked my way down each ridge of muscle and then nuzzled his happy trail, breathing in his unique scent. I sensed Xander taking off his shirt completely, but as much as I wanted to explore the rest of his gorgeous chest with my mouth, my hands would have to do, because I had another target in mind for my unslaked lust.

But first, I had to get to said target. I quickly worked Xander’s shorts open and pulled his turgid flesh free of his underwear. His cock was thick and leaking like a faucet. I lifted my eyes to his for the briefest of moments before I went in for the kill.

His reaction to my mouth on his dick was instantaneous and almost painful because his fingers fisted in my hair. If I hadn’t been holding his base, he’d have jammed all eight inches of perfection down my throat before I was ready to take him that deep.

I teased the ridge of his crown with tiny licks, then tickled his slit a few times before closing my lips around the head and sucking up the pre-cum that kept bubbling up. I used my free hand to play with his heavy balls.

“Benny,” I heard him whisper. I kept his dick in my mouth as I looked up at him. His eyes were wide, the pupils blown. I knew what he wanted… needed. It was an amazing feeling to know how badly he needed me in this moment. To know that I finally had the chance to give him something that should have been his all along.

I held his gaze for a moment longer, then closed my eyes and sucked him deep to the back of my throat before swallowing. He shouted and began fucking my mouth, and I let him. My lips ached because they were stretched so wide, but I still wanted more of him. I managed to relax my jaw even more and focused on my gag reflex until Xander was hitting the back of my throat with every pump and my nose was pressed against his groin. I lifted one hand so I could stroke it across his chest while I grabbed his ass with the other hand and massaged the perfectly rounded flesh.

Tears began to sting my eyes as Xander used my mouth, but the last thing I wanted was for him to stop, so I increased the suction and hummed around his shaft. Xander let out a ragged moan as he pulled out of me. Before I could protest, his mouth was on mine, and then he pushed me to my back on the ground.

“So fucking hot,” he practically snarled against my lips. “Need inside you.”

“Yes,” I moaned. I would have been happy to have him shoot his load down my throat, but this was so much fucking better. All that hot flesh buried inside of me again… no way I was going to pass that up.

Fingers plucked at the button and zipper of my shorts and then they were yanked down. Xander released my mouth, but only to put it someplace I wasn’t expecting. And it wasn’t my dick.

Nope.

He flipped me over, split my ass open with his big hands, and went in for the kill.





Chapter 25





Xander





If I stopped to think too much about having Bennett Crawford, my Benny, bare-assed and on his hands and knees in front of me, I’d come before I even got inside him. He moaned and whimpered with every pass of my tongue across his gorgeous hole.

The man’s ass was perfection. Two tight, rounded cheeks at the base of a beautifully arched spine. My hands didn’t know where to be— squeezing those ass cheeks or wandering up and down the long, lean muscles of his back.

My mouth, however, knew exactly where it wanted to be. I used the tip of my tongue to toy with the puckered skin around his entrance and felt him contract around me. Fuck, he was tight and hot. I wanted inside him so badly, but I wanted to make sure he was plenty ready for me when the time came.

I used my tongue to stretch him out as I heard him mumble and babble incoherently. He sounded so lost in pleasure, I wanted to laugh.

“You okay up there?” I asked, pulling my mouth away long enough to slide a finger inside him in place of my tongue.

“Mngh,” he groaned. “Don’t stop. Fuck.”

I pulled my finger out and rubbed it gently around the outside of his hole. The touch was soft and reverent as I enjoyed the sight of him and anticipated pushing into all that tight heat.

“Dammit, Xander, stop fucking around,” he griped. “Get my wallet. In my shorts. Condom. Lube.”

His words came out in a staccato rhythm punctuated with gasping breaths. My own breathing was just as rapid and heavy, but I was doing a better job of hiding it from him. For some reason, I didn’t want him to know the effect he had on me— that the idea of fucking him again in these mountains was enough to make my head spin and my heart nearly explode out of my chest.

I fumbled through the shorts still tangled around his lower legs and came out with his wallet. My hands shook as the wallet opened to reveal a New York driver’s license. I flipped past it as quickly as I could, hell-bent on blocking out all reminders that Bennett didn’t live here— that he had his own life to go back to, so very far away from mine.

I found the condom and lube and grabbed them, shoving the wallet back in the shorts pocket as quickly as I could while sneaking another nibble of one of Bennett’s ass cheeks at the same time.

“Xander,” he warned.

“Patience, Benny,” I teased. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“No, the early bird gets the worm, jackass. Now get that anaconda in here.”

I finally couldn’t help it and barked out a laugh, ripping open the condom and rolling it on as quickly as I could. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt this light and happy during sex before. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this light and happy at all. Being back around my best friend was like finding a part of myself I hadn’t realized was missing— the ability to fully relax and just have fun. To stop taking everything so goddamned seriously.