I turned my head and this time it was me biting down on Xavier, specifically his forearm, as I suddenly came without warning. I punched my hips forward, as if I had something to fuck myself against. The pressure in my balls exploded and I could feel the spray of semen on my belly. I cried out in relief even as Xavier continued to thrust into me. The sound of his dick sliding through the lube changed subtly as his juices filled me up and he slid through them instead. It was dirty and forbidden and I loved it. I wanted to ask him to do the most vile of things, but I wasn't brave enough to voice it, even with him. I'd never understood some of the thoughts I’d had when it came to sex, but I knew it made me disgusting and strange.
I eased my hold on Xavier's arm as my orgasm began to ease, and I did to him what he’d done to me the night before. I kissed the marks. I was horrified to see that although I hadn’t broken the skin, there were many indentations and like me, he’d probably have bruises. But at least my bruises could be covered by the shirt. His would be easy to see if he rolled his sleeves up like they were now.
"Xavier, I'm sorry—" I began to say, but then his mouth was covering mine. I kissed him as hungrily as he kissed me.
"Why did you tense up?" he demanded, his voice almost angry.
"What?" I asked in surprise. I was horrified to think that I’d somehow screwed this up. That I'd ruined it for him.
"You tensed up. Before you were even done coming, you were tightening back up. What's wrong?"
I shook my head in disbelief. How in the hell had he noticed that?
"It's nothing," I quickly said as I tried to move. But his weight was too heavy and he was still buried deep inside me.
"Did I hurt you? Tell me now, Brooks." His order should have turned me off, but I couldn't help but answer with the truth, as humiliating as it was.
"No, no, it was nothing like that. It was perfect. I just…"
"Just what?" Xavier asked.
I shook my head because I was chickening out. I couldn't have him looking at me in disgust. I just couldn't.
He snagged me by the hair and forced me to keep looking at him. He pulled out of me and pushed in again. The move was gentle, but I was so sensitive it hurt a little. And then there was that sound.
I could practically see the wheels in Xavier's head turning. He pulled out of me and pushed back in, super slow this time. There was no pain, but that bit of sound was there, louder than ever. Xavier leaned down and put his mouth against mine. "Is that it?" he asked. He did the move several more times, and I found myself flinching every time I heard the swishing sound of his cock sliding through his semen inside my body. I wanted to die of embarrassment.
"I'm disgusting," I whispered.
I felt his lips ghost over mine. "You're amazing," he breathed. He kissed me deeply, gently. It left me shaking and something inside of me burst open… like a wound that had been lanced and finally allowed to bleed so it could heal. His tongue slid over mine in the most languid of kisses. Like we had absolutely nowhere we needed to be, that there weren't dozens of people just a few hundred feet away going on about their day. I wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted, but when Xavier straightened and carefully began pulling out of me, I immediately began to feel empty. When his dick popped free of my body, the need to run was high.
It was over. I didn't want to have to deal with what would come next. The rejection, the speeches about how this hadn't happened, the reminder that none of it was real.
I tried to straighten, but Xavier's hand settled on my back to hold me in place. Was he really going to make me lie there while he got dressed? If we’d been in an actual relationship, I wouldn’t have had any issue with it. But it seemed like a deliberate act to humiliate me.
"Xavier—" I began, but then his mouth was on mine again. Just a quick kiss. Then his lips were skimming down my neck and over my shoulder. He trailed kisses down my back. The idea that he might want to fuck me again was beyond exciting. It would hurt like hell, but I didn't care. Even if my dick couldn’t recover that fast, I’d take it. Any excuse to be with him like this again, I doubted I'd ever say no to that.