Xavier (Vigilance 4)

“Can’t wait any longer.”

He sucked my cock into his mouth, and I cried out at the pleasure of it.

X pressed a hand over my mouth as he pulled back, letting my dick fall from between his lips. “Don’t make a sound.”

He walked on his knees, forcing me to move back until we were fully in the shadows under the steps. “Hold on to the railing and keep quiet.”

“I don’t think…”

“I didn’t ask you to think. I asked you to keep still and quiet while I suck your cock.”

I wanted to protest again, but he swallowed me down, taking me all the way in. No one had ever done that to me before. How the hell was he able to? He shouldn’t know a damn thing about giving blow jobs.

“How can you…”

He looked up at me and slowly pulled off. It was the best kind of torture. “I know you can be good, and if you are, I’ll keep going. If you’re not, I’ll send you back upstairs.”

Did he have any idea how much his words turned me on? “I can be good.” I would do anything to keep him from stopping.

“I know you can.” He rubbed a thumb over my hip bone, then leaned in and kissed me just below my navel. I wanted to beg. I wanted to take his head in my hands and pull him against me as I pressed on his lower lip with my thumb, encouraging him to open up so I could feed him my cock.

I didn’t do any of those things because I was a good boy, a good boy who was going to get more of this incredible man’s mouth.

X held my gaze as he took my cock back down. He licked and sucked as though he needed to fully explore it. I felt honored to be the first man he’d done this to. He toyed with my balls, his touch tentative. Was he worried he would hurt me? He let go and teased my perineum before tapping his finger against my hole.

I whimpered, but I kept my lips pressed tightly together. He couldn’t really expect me not to make a single sound, not when he was doing what he was doing.

He sucked harder and pushed his finger into my ass. I was going to come soon if he didn’t stop. Just the knowledge that it was X on his knees, sucking my cock, something he hadn’t done with another man, was enough to push me close to the edge in seconds. He’d told me not to speak, and I couldn’t push him away if I kept my hands against the gate. Could he possibly mean for me to—

He pulled off, and I groaned, biting my lip to keep from begging him to suck me more.

“Stop holding back. I want to taste you, to swallow it all. Give me what I want.”

Jesus, Mary, and all the saints, could this really be happening?

When he took me back into his mouth, I no longer questioned it. I’d lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. All I could do was feel, moan, whimper, and finally arch my hips, driving into his mouth as my orgasm hit and my cum began to spill.

I thought he might be horrified, no matter how much he thought it was what he wanted, but he held on, hands clasping my hips as he swallowed again and again. It was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.

I sagged against the fence. When he finally pulled away from me, he brought his hand up and wiped his mouth, which was coated in my cum. The world swam around me.

“Come on,” he growled. “I want you back in my bed where you belong. If I have my way, you’re not going to leave it for days.”

How could he talk after that? How could he expect me to walk?

When I stumbled, starting to fall up the steps, he scooped me into his arms bridal style. He hurried up the stairs and into his room where he tossed me onto the bed so hard I bounced against the mattress.

He stripped off his boxer briefs, stretched out over me, and took both our dicks in his hand, working us together in slow strokes as he watched me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick shaft.

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

I nodded and realized my mouth was hanging open. He already knew I was desperate for him. It didn’t matter that I’d just come. I wanted anything he would give me. I was going to take what I could during the time I had with him.

My legs dropped open in silent invitation, and he climbed onto the bed, settling between them. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. He let me stroke him with a firm grip as he leaned over me and kissed me. No one had ever kissed me the way he did, like it wasn’t just a prelude to the next step, like it was the best thing ever, like he couldn’t get enough of my lips, my tongue, my mouth. I arched up, rubbing my cock along his. “More. Please.”