Lost and Found (Twist of Fate #1)(73)

Off the side of the main room was an open kitchen with a large round table and chairs. I padded over to the kitchen and found what I needed to start a pot of coffee and feed Bear before letting him back in the front door.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, my head was spinning with ideas about how I wanted to wake Xander up. I caught myself grinning like a fool as I took in the long form of his body outlined under the bedcovers. His long hair lay tangled on the pillow around his head and my fingers twitched with the need to touch it— to touch him. Anywhere and everywhere I could get my hands on.

I slipped the covers back and feasted my eyes on his naked body. There wasn’t a shred left of the little boy body I’d known so well, yet every single part of him was familiar to me in a way. I wanted to lick every fucking millimeter of his skin and run my hands over every part of him. The idea that I’d have an infinite number of opportunities to explore this body in the coming days, weeks, months and years made my stomach turn somersaults.

I laid a knee on the edge of the bed and stretched forward to drop soft kisses on the inside of his thigh. The curve of his quads leading up to his hip was firm under my hand, and that was all it took for my dick to harden and my balls to wake up.

Xander murmured something I couldn’t quite make out as he shifted in bed, his legs opening wider to expose himself further.

I quickly dragged my mouth up to brush against his sac before running my tongue against the smooth skin of his morning wood. I heard a quick intake of breath, followed by a groan, but I ignored it— instead, I focused on getting my lips around his thick cock.

He gasped again and brought his hands to my head, fingers forking into my hair and gripping it before he was even fully awake.

“Benny,” he croaked. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

I shook my head and hummed around him instead of answering with words, and his cock pulsed in my mouth in response.

“Oh god. Jesus,” he murmured. “Fuck that feels good, baby. So good.”

My tongue danced around the head of his cock before I took him all the way to the back of my throat. I tried to ignore the tightening fingers in my hair and focused on suppressing my gag reflex so I could take him down as deep as I could. The sounds coming out of him bore witness to my success and before I knew it, he was trying to pull me off him.

“No, dammit. You’re gonna make me come,” he grumbled. “I want inside you.”

I pulled off and locked eyes with him before speaking. “Un-uh. I’m in charge this time, babe.”

Xander’s eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment before he rolled them and fell back onto the pillow. “You’re always the one in charge,” he complained. “Now you’re going to tease me and make me cry and beg.”

I barked out a laugh.

“You love it when I tease you,” I said. I ran the tip of my tongue around his nipple before pulling it into my mouth and sucking. My teeth grazed against the hard nub and he thrust his hard cock up into my belly.

“I do not,” he gasped, even though his leaking cock betrayed his words.

I leaned up and bit the lobe of one ear. “Do too,” I whispered into his ear. He let out a whimper as my fingers teased the hair just below his happy trail. I felt the cool touch of precum brush against the back of my knuckles, but I ignored that part of him for now.

“Fuck you. Touch it. Do it,” he growled.

“Nah. Not yet. You’re being awfully growly right now. I think maybe you need a reminder of who’s in charge here. I recall you seeming to have a certain fascination with my hand spanking this perfect ass of yours.” As I spoke, I let my hand slip between the bedding so I could grip his ass.

Precum dripped all over my other hand after my words sunk in and I finally couldn’t resist grabbing him and stroking. I used his fluid to coat the skin of his cock before sliding my fist up and down his length. Xander let out a groan of relief and punched his hips up into me.

I let him have a few strokes before I moved my fingers lower to tickle his balls.

“Benny,” he breathed. “Benny, please, baby. You’re killing me.”

His breathing was labored and his hands reached for the sides of my face to force me to look at him. His eyes were wild and his skin was flushed. Fuck, he was stunning like this.

“You’ve reached the begging stage already? Hm, I like it.” While I spoke, I moved my fingers even lower to massage the skin below his sac and sneak a fingertip farther back to tap lightly on the crinkled skin of his hole. Xander sucked in a breath as his eyes searched mine.

“Do it,” he whispered. “Want you to feel good. Just go easy, okay?”

The fact that he was going to let me fuck him because he knew it would make me feel good was enough to make my heart swell. I just wished I wasn’t so goddamned scared of fucking it up somehow and disappointing him.

“You sure?” I asked around the lump that was forming in my throat. “We don’t have to. You know I love bottoming too.”

His face softened into a smile as he gazed at me. “I’m very sure. I love you. I want to feel you and be with you every different way possible, Benny.”

I reached over to grab the bottle of lube on the bedside table and dropped it on the bed by his hip. Then I kissed my way across his stomach to his cock again and gave it several more good sucks and pulls.