“Want it in me.” Sage opened his eyes, turning his head to look into Xavier’s dark, nearly feral eyes. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Want you to fuck me.” I missed it. Missed this.
Xavier stared at him like a starved man at a feast. “Look at you, Blue Eyes. I’ve seen bitches in heat with more dignity.”
It should have humiliated him. Being called that word again. Bitch. But right now, he felt exactly like a bitch. He wanted to be fucked. He needed to be fucked. Wanted to have Xavier inside of him. He needed it.
Xavier pulled his fingers out and moved to straddle Sage’s legs, rubbing the lube remaining on his fingers into his cock.
Sage bit his lip as Xavier grabbed his hip with one hand and pressed the head of his cock against Sage’s hole with the other. He pushed inside, his thick cock forcing him to accept him, to take him, until he bottomed out, balls against Sage’s cheeks.
Xavier wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t gentle at all, but he didn’t need to be. It hurt, but Sage didn’t mind. Xavier’s hands moved along Sage’s back to push him down hard into the mattress, and Sage whimpered. It was precisely what he had dreamed about on all those nights—being powerless, pinned to the mattress under Xavier’s weight as Xavier used him for his pleasure.
Xavier pulled out and then drove into him with an animalistic growl. “Damn—” One of Xavier’s hands moved to grip the back of Sage’s neck as Xavier started to fuck him in earnest. God. His cock felt perfect in him. So good.
Sage let out a long moan as Xavier shifted his hips and pumped into him harder, grazing that spot inside him that made Sage shudder and whine.
“You missed this,” Xavier said, thrusting deep into him; Sage gave a stuttering cry as Xavier’s fingers tightened around his neck. “You missed this, Straight Boy.”
Sage didn’t deny that. He couldn’t. He was close already. His balls tightened and he could feel the heat of orgasm building inside of him as Xavier slammed into him over and over, keeping him on the edge. Sage’s body rang with the joy of being pinned down and vulnerable like this, a terrifyingly strong orgasm beginning to build up, and up.
“Yes, that’s it,” Xavier grunted into his ear. “You’re going to come, just from getting fucked, Blue Eyes.” Xavier slammed his cock against his prostate, again and again. “My slut—fucking mine—” And then, softer, “Mine—”
Sage’s body exploded; he sobbed and cried out, his body bucking beneath Xavier’s as he came into the pillow, clenching so hard on Xavier’s cock that Xavier grunted in pain. Xavier started running his hands over Sage’s trembling frame, prolonging his pleasure as the hips against his circled in a slow grind.
“You really are a slut for it,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Sage just mumbled something unintelligible, gasping for air, his body still trembling with the aftershocks.
Xavier pulled out of him only long enough to guide his boneless body onto his back before pushing into him to the hilt once more.
“Fuck you,” Sage managed belatedly, still having trouble thinking straight. “Am not.”
“If you say so.” Xavier’s eyes looked feral. “Now shut up and spread your legs. I’m not done yet.”
Sage did as told, watching Xavier’s face as Xavier moved on top of him, inside him. Xavier’s cheeks were flushed, bringing a warmth to his chiseled face, his dark hair hanging over his forehead as Xavier clenched his jaw. Xavier’s eyes closed as his thrusts picked up speed and force, moving from controlled strokes to wild thrusts. His face pulled tight with pleasure, and harsh groans escaped from his throat.
Sage watched, transfixed, and couldn’t look away. Then he reached up with unsteady fingers to touch Xavier’s face.
Xavier’s eyes flew open at the touch and he stared down at Sage with a frightening intensity before he threw his head back and came with a guttural groan, burying himself in Sage’s ass.
Sage sighed in pleasure as Xavier collapsed on top of him. He was heavy, but Sage didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all. He had missed this. The weight of his body, the scent, the pressure, the feeling of security. The rest of the world seemed very far away.
Xavier didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move away, breathing raggedly against his throat. Sage felt Xavier’s lips move against his collarbone, shaping soundless words. Xavier kissed the sensitive skin there before sucking hard.
“There will be a hickey,” Sage murmured.
“Good.” Xavier gave him another hickey. And then another.
He should stop him. Sage knew he should stop him. The guys at work were going to give him weird looks tomorrow—everyone knew he and Laura had broken up.
Yet he didn’t stop Xavier.
Instead, Sage found himself tangling his arms and legs around the man on top of him and closing his eyes, feeling ridiculously warm inside. Safe.