The way he orders me gets me into a high alert mode. It’s a want so deep, I can barely contain it inside my body.
I want to scream it from the top of the roofs and shout it at the stars.
Even though my body trembles, I do as told, clutching his shoulder and staying suspended atop of him.
He strokes his cock and when I’m momentarily transfixed by the movement, I ignore my shaking limbs.
“Now, come down.”
“Xan…”
“Do. It.” His non-negotiable tone springs me to action and I slowly, too slowly lower myself onto his hard dick.
We groan together as his cock stretches me. My thighs shake the more I take him in.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I stop, breathing harshly and trying to fit him in.
“Go all the way, Green.”
“But you’re so big.”
“You said you liked being hurt.”
I nibble on my lower lip. “I do.”
“But you like it better when I do it?”
My eyes widen. How can he read me so fast?
I don’t have to say anything, though. He grabs me by the hips and brings me down in one merciless go. His balls slap against my arse with the force of it. I cry out, then squeal when he flips me so I’m lying underneath him.
Unlike earlier, I don’t have to tell him to go harder. He thrusts into me with the urgency of a desperate man.
Of someone who has nothing before him or after him.
The harder he pounds into me, the tighter I hold on to him.
I’m sore and it hurts slightly, but that’s the last thought on my mind right now.
Xander isn’t the only one who’s desperate. I am, too.
I’ve waited for him for so long, it almost feels unreal now, like maybe I’ll wake up and all of this will be a dream.
If it is a dream, then I have no interest in waking up.
I can be trapped here for eternity, thank you very much.
“You’re so beautiful, Green.” His eyes hold mine captive as his cock owns me. “You’ve been driving me fucking insane.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or his rhythm, but I come undone in a minute. The record time would be embarrassing if I had the clarity of mind to care about that.
Xander’s name is the only thing on my lips as I reach that peak, that place of freedom. There’s no fog here, no pain. Just a pure high.
“Say it again,” he grunts.
“What?”