Lost and Found (Twist of Fate #1)(74)

“Turn over, babe,” I said, raising up on my knees and patting his thigh. He flipped over without question and tucked his knees underneath him.

I felt my breathing speed up as I looked at the long expanse of his beautiful back and the rounded cheeks of his muscular ass. I leaned down to kiss and nip at those glorious cheeks before moving my hands to pull them apart.

“Benny…?” Xander looked over his shoulder, realizing what I was getting ready to do. My mouth landed on his hole. “Oh my fucking god!” His voice cracked as I laid into him with my tongue. “Mmpfh… mm-hmm… more,” he begged.

I knew the more time I spent rimming him, the better off he’d be when I entered him. But the more I feasted on him, the harder I got, until I just couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed the lube and opened the cap before squeezing some out. It was cool and slick on my fingers as I finished stretching him out.

I forced my eyes away from his opening to see how he was doing. From the sounds of his sweet gasps and moans, he was feeling just fine. His face was mashed into the bed covers and his ass was propped in the air. I wrapped one arm around his waist and leaned across his back to kiss the side of his face.

“Please,” he whimpered. “I need you.”

I flipped him over onto his back and settled my cock against his. Xander’s legs immediately wrapped around me, ankles locking behind me. “Want to look into your beautiful face as I take you,” I murmured. “Want to know I’m finally inside you in every way.”

“Bennett,” he breathed. His eyes were wide and reverent, and I knew he was completely with me in that moment.

“Xander.” I moved my hips until the head of my cock pressed into him. The hot squeeze of his body around mine was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

Absolute heaven.





Chapter 35





Xander





I was pleasantly surprised at the lack of pain when Bennett’s dick slid into me. He’d relaxed me to the point of a horny nirvana before entering me, and my body stretched to accommodate him with little trouble. He kept mumbling comforting words, reminding me to breathe and push out, but he went so slowly it drove me crazy. His body hovered above me and his eyes locked onto mine. Little divots of worry marred his forehead, and I reached up without thinking to grasp the sides of his face so I could pull him down to kiss away the worry lines.

“S’okay,” I said with my lips against his skin. “Feels good, baby, but please move, okay? Wanna feel you.”

Bennett began to pulse his hips, dragging his cock out before pushing it back in again. With every move he made, his length went deeper and deeper until I finally felt his balls brush against my ass. His taut abdominal muscles pressed into my erection, dragging the skin up and down with each stroke into me. My nerves were firing in every direction and I couldn’t focus on what felt better— the delicious slide of Bennett’s stomach against my cock or the complete fullness of his dick inside of me. I felt him everywhere at once and it still wasn’t enough.

He shifted his hips. “Benny,” I cried out as the new angle caused him to brush against a sensitive spot that had me seeing stars. “Oh god, oh god. Please, Benny. Please do that again.”

His thrusts sped up until he was nailing my prostate with every stroke and I thought I would come completely undone. Bennett’s face was intense, and I could tell he was close to finishing.

“Xander, come with me,” he gasped.

“Go. Want to see you, feel you,” I reassured him. Before the words were out, he was screaming my name and pushing even deeper into me. I felt the warmth of his release and the pulse of his cock as it emptied inside of me. It felt amazing.

But I still wanted more. It was like he’d ignited something inside of me, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I felt like a caveman who wanted to do nothing more than capture the man and drag him back to my lair. To own him and fuck him and make him mine in every way. Over and over and over again.

When he pulled out of me, I immediately scrambled out from under him and pushed him down, face-first on the bed. He was half-drunk with the aftershocks of his release, but I was still hard as fuck and lucid as hell. I wanted inside his body with a single-minded focus that drove me to act.

“Gonna take you, baby. Right now, okay?” I ground out as I shoved his knees underneath him, exposing the tight pink hole in his crease. I groaned and looked away, afraid that one more look at him already well-fucked and laid out for me would push me over the edge.

He mumbled his agreement, so I grabbed the lube bottle and squeezed out what I needed. I leaned over and ran my tongue from his balls up his crease and back again, stopping only briefly to lick into him with a firm tongue.

Bennett babbled and groaned into the pillow under his face, and I took a moment to run appreciative hands up and down his spine.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Bennett Crawford,” I murmured. Was I being a selfish jackass by interrupting his post-orgasmic high to get myself off? I began to have second thoughts, even as I stroked lube onto my stiff cock. “Benny, I can’t… I want… I need to—”

“Less thinking, more doing,” he quipped, and I could tell from the teasing tone of his voice he was not only willing, but happy too. That was all it took.

I shoved into him with a roar before I began thrusting deep and sure. He cried out and slammed his ass back against me in response, which only served to ratchet up my pace to a fevered pitch.