"Did you touch yourself?"
Xavier's teeth closed around my earlobe. He was buried deep inside me, no longer moving.
"Yes," I cried. "Please, Xavier, please fuck me… please, I need to come. Please. Please."
I lost control at that point because it was one thing when Xavier was moving, but when he stopped, that fear that it would somehow end would start to consume me. I was terrified that he’d pull out of me and say it was too much, or worse, that it wasn't enough.
Xavier's arms went around me in a gentle hug as he murmured things in my ear that I couldn't understand. But they were comforting anyway. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," he said softly, and then he pulled out of me and gently pushed back in.
I tried to take enough deep breaths to calm myself, but between Xavier's now consistent strokes that were too much and too little at the same time, and my errant emotions that I'd sworn to myself I would keep out of this encounter, I was on edge. And not the edge I wanted to be on.
Xavier straightened and grabbed my hips as he began to increase his thrusts, both the force and the pace. Sweat dripped off my forehead and onto the hay. My muscles felt tight from the strain but the fire in my ass had turned to radiant, all-consuming pleasure. I could hear Xavier breathing heavily as he worked himself in and out of me. The lube had made it so his glides were smooth, and the almost obscene sound of it as he pumped in and out of me seemed to be louder than anything else. His balls slapped my ass every time he pushed into me. All I could do was stare at the hay in front of me as I braced myself. Xavier's pace picked up rapidly and I wanted to yell my thanks to anyone who would listen. I was tempted to take my dick in hand, but instinct told me if that was what Xavier wanted me to do, he’d tell me so.
Xavier dropped down on my back again and curled his hands around my shoulders from behind. His wet body stuck to mine and I welcomed the heat of it. His rough thrusts were pushing my dick into the hay, but I didn't care. I could tell from the way Xavier was ramming into me that he was focused on coming and nothing else. And that was what I wanted. I had no doubt he’d take care of me when the time came. He’d proven that last night.
His lips skimmed the back of my neck and the tops of my shoulders even as he fucked into me at an almost frightening rate. My lungs felt starved for oxygen and it felt like my head was going to blow off the top of my body, but I managed to hang on and keep myself away from the edge. I dug my fingers into the hay. I’d have scratches on my body for sure from the roughness of it, but I was fine with that. I swore I heard someone calling for Xavier again, but he didn't slow his pace at all. I glanced over my shoulder at him but couldn't see his face. From what I could tell, he had it buried against the back of my neck. He wasn't kissing me anymore, wasn't speaking either. He was just fucking.
It was amazing. For someone who was so good at being in control all the time, I loved the idea that he didn't have to be that way with me… that he couldn't always be that way with me. That something about me had taken him to the very place I was on my way to. I hung on only because I still wanted to feel him come inside me. His arms felt like steel bands around my chest and I realized at some point he’d maneuvered them in a way so that it was his skin being scratched by the rough hay. The idea that he would want to shield me from any kind of pain made my throat clog with tears.
"So good, Brooks. So fucking good," Xavier gasped. His voice was almost unrecognizable. Harsh and desperate. I reached behind me with one hand and rested it on his hip. I could feel the flex of his muscles as he drove into me. My ass felt like it was going to go up in flames because he’d been fucking me so hard for so long. I still didn’t want it to end, though.
I could tell when the end was coming for Xavier, because his body got unbelievably heavy as he sank all of his weight on top of me, and into me. His fingers covered the ones on my free hand like the night before when he’d laced our fingers together. My own orgasm was rushing up my spine and I feared I wouldn’t be able to hang on long enough. But then suddenly Xavier shouted in my ear and his body began to jerk against mine. His dick had stretched me to the limit, and when his cum began to fill me, it felt like I was being burned alive.