Xavier (Vigilance 4)

“You’re exactly what I need, Emilio. You’re perfect.”

“I…”

“No, this isn’t the time. All you need to do now is breathe and feel and know that I’m here.”

“But you… you won’t always be here.”

“We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I’m going to lay you on the bed and fuck you until you know you’re mine.”

“But after this is over—” I laid my finger over his lips.

“Focus on tonight.” But I knew, even more than I’d known after ending my call with Sandra, I wasn’t going to be able to let him go, not when this mission was over, not ever.

I carried him to the bed and laid him down gently. The ferocious need from earlier was gone.

“This is going to be slower, gentler. At first anyway.” I doubted it would stay like that because every time I touched him, he set me on fire.

“Hands and knees this time,” I ordered. That position would be easier for him. It would hurt like hell if his sore ass slid against the sheets with each of my hard thrusts. No matter how calm I felt now, this would end up brutal. My need for him was as hot as the sun.

I pushed a pillow under his head before fumbling in the nightstand drawer for the lube. I clicked it open and slicked up my fingers. “Hold your ass open for me.”

He hesitated.

“Emilio.”

He jumped and then reached back, gasping as he laid his hands over the hot welts my hand had made. “Hurts,” he whimpered.

“I know, but I’m going to make you feel good too.”

He did as I said, pulling on his cheeks and sucking in his breath as he did so.

“Good boy. You’ll do exactly what I say, won’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s right. I’m so proud of you. I stroked his back and slid my slick fingers down his crack until they pressed against his entrance. I opened him up slowly and carefully before pushing in deep enough to press against his sweet spot.

He gasped and pushed his ass back, begging for more.

I pulled my fingers out, no longer wanting to go slow. I took my dick in my hand, lined it up, and thrust into him. When I felt the hot tight grip of his ass against my bare flesh, I realized I’d forgotten the condom.

I pulled out quickly, but he shook his head. “I want you like this. I want you bare.”

“You trust me?”

“Yes. You wouldn’t”—he drew in a ragged breath—“do this if you didn’t know it was safe.”

“That’s right. It’s my job to take care of you. I get tested regularly, and I haven’t had sex since the last time. I’m negative for everything.”

I pushed forward, and he groaned. “Feels so fucking good.”

The heat of him, the slickness… It was heaven. “I fucking love this. I fucking love—” I froze. I couldn’t say that. “Being with you, in you.”

Emilio nodded his head frantically. “Please. More. In me.”

I pushed deeper and knew it wasn’t going to last long.

“I’m so fucking full.”

“Take more.” I pulled out and thrust all the way in.

Emilio cried out, pressing his face into the pillow to muffle it.

“You don’t have to hide. Let me hear you.”

“You don’t have to hide either.”

Maybe with him I really didn’t. “You think you can handle me if I let go.”

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

I drove into him hard, and he gasped. On the next stroke, he met me with equal force.

“Jesus, you’re so hot.” I forgot all about gentle, about taking my time, about going easy on his ass that had taken my cock and a hard spanking earlier. I fucked him relentlessly, and he just begged for more.

“Please. Need you, X. Need you to—”

“Xavier.”

“What?”

“Xavier. Say my name.”

“I… I thought.”

I thrust so hard his arms slipped out from under him. I pushed him flat to the bed and pounded his ass.

“Xavier! Need you. Need to come.”

I was right on the edge. I yanked his hips back up so I could reach under him and work his cock with harsh, fast strokes. He fucked into my hand, seeming beyond thought, beyond reason.

“Xavier!” he cried as cum shot over my hand. As soon as his ass clamped my dick, I let go and came too, filling his ass with my load.

26

Emilio

I wasn’t sure how long I lay there, blissed out and trying to catch my breath, reveling in the feel of X’s cum making a mess of me. I’d never gone bare with a man before, and it was as hot as I’d thought it would be to feel his load inside me.

Had our experience been as magical for him as it had been for me? I’d read cheesy shit where people talked about sex feeling transcendent and thought it was absolutely ridiculous, just a bunch of romantic crap. It wasn’t. I had transcended just now.

I tried to hold back a laugh but failed. I was literally suggesting X’s cock had taken me to a new plane of existence.