Xavier (Vigilance 4)

“But I’m not… I don’t know why you would…”

“You’re smart and skilled and dedicated. You take crazy risks, and you care about helping people when you can. You’ve also worked to disassociate yourself from the worst of the men you’d worked for.”

“How do you know?”

“There’s little I don’t know.”

That was probably true.

His eyes ran up and down my body, making me remember I was naked, exposed, and at his mercy. “You’re also beautiful.”

In that moment, I almost believed what he said was true.

I had to swallow before I could speak. “I want to see you too. I want you naked.”

“You’ve been so good letting me explore you.” He brushed his fingers over my cheek and down my neck. “You deserve something in return.”

His praise made my cock jump. X’s eyes widened. “You like that. You like pleasing me.”

“I… um…”

“Shh.” He placed a finger on my lips then stepped away.

I had to take a few steps back and grip the bed post to steady myself as I eagerly watched him strip.

I’d never seen him in less than shorts and a t-shirt, so when he revealed his abs and chest, my mouth dropped open. He was even more beautifully sculpted than I’d imagined. If I took a picture of him, anyone would think I’d photoshopped his abs. They were that perfect. His chest was covered in dark hair that he kept trimmed. His pecs were luscious. His pink nipples begged to be kissed, and his shoulders… Jesus, no wonder he could carry me so easily.

He unbuttoned his black cargo pants which seemed to be his standard wear when he was in mission mode. As he pulled the zipper down, I could tell he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

I had to lick my lips to keep from drooling. I focused on the thick bulge behind his fly as he lowered the zipper all the way, then pushed his pants down, freeing his cock.

Dear God, it was as big as I imagined it would be. I considered going to my knees so I could fucking worship it.

He toed off his shoes, then managed to get his pants and socks off lightning fast. When he stood, he was fully naked.

I took all of him in, the muscular curve of his calves, his thick thighs, his fat cock that I wanted inside me so badly, his abs, his chest, his lips that felt so good wherever they touched. Finally, I looked into his eyes. They were darker than usual and burning with heat.

“I want to touch you.”

“Then come do it.”

I walked to him on shaky legs, hoping I wouldn’t stumble. First, I ran my hands over what was already a significant beard despite him only going a few days without shaving. I touched the strong corded muscles in his neck, ran my thumbs along his collarbone, and reveled in his hard pecs and the softness of his chest hair. He groaned when I gently pinched his nipples.

I looked up. “Do you like that?”

“Do it again,” he demanded.

I did, harder. I bent and flicked my tongue over one of the tight buds, then sucked it into my mouth. He slid his hands into my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, but I didn’t care.

I only let go when he pulled harder and growled. “That’s enough for now.”

I slid my hand slowly down his torso then around to his back so I could caress the globes of his ass. They felt as good in my hands as I’d thought they would every time I watched him walk away.

“On your knees,” he demanded.

I dropped to the floor without even thinking. He used his thumb to lift my chin. When I looked at him, I saw need in his eyes, and it made me feel powerful.

“I want your hands and mouth on my cock. I want to know what it feels like when it’s you.”

“You mean when it’s a man doing it?”

He shook his head. “When it’s you doing it.”

I swallowed hard. I still didn’t understand his interest in me. Sure, I was good at what I did, and I’d helped him. I was basically willing to do anything he asked of me for a chance to be with him like this, but I couldn’t be the only one. There had to be plenty of men far more beautiful than me who were willing to serve him in any way he asked.

I was there, though, and now was my chance to experience everything I’d fantasized about.

I finally allowed myself to touch his cock. I stroked it lightly, and X laid his hand over mine.

“More,” he demanded. I let him move my hand up and down. “Get it wet.”

I licked a line up his cock with the flat of my tongue before taking it as deep as I could. It was a fucking monster, and there was no way I was going to be able to swallow it all. From the sounds of pleasure he made, he didn’t care.