Xavier (Vigilance 4)

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Xavier

Emilio fit like he was made for me, and I had to focus to keep myself from ramming the rest of the way in, taking him hard and not stopping until we both came. It would only be a matter of seconds if I let myself go.

I kept pushing forward, stretching him until I was all the way inside. He whimpered, but he didn’t struggle.

When I was balls deep in him, I held still. Emilio tried to work his hips, but I used my hands to prevent him from moving.

“Too much,” he gasped.

“Good. I want it to be too much. I want you stuffed so full of me you can’t think of another man.”

“Don’t want to. Only need you.”

I growled. “Damn right you only need me. You’re so good for me. You can take all of me in one stroke.”

“Yes, sir. I want to. I want to please you.”

“Then do your job. I want to watch you work while I fuck you.”

“So dirty.”

I squeezed his cock, making him whimper. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Fuck.”

I pulled out and pushed into him, fighting my instinct to be brutal. I kept the strokes agonizingly slow, and he did as he was told. I watched as he checked each of the cameras around the island while I gave him my cock, but it wasn’t long before I couldn’t go slow anymore.

“Check the last one,” I said, hoping I was right that he’d looked at all the other cameras.

“Yes, sir,” Emilio said, his voice shaking.

His knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the desk with one hand.

When he brought the view up on the screen, I leaned forward and nipped his neck. “So good. So obedient. Just what I need. Now support yourself with both hands. I’m not going to be gentle anymore.”

“Please,” he whined.

“Please what? I hope you don’t think I’m going to stop.”

“No!”

“So you don’t want me to stop? You want to be a good boy and give yourself to me.”

“I do. I want… want you. Want to be good for you.”

“You are.” I thrust back into him, filling him all the way and then pulling back.

“Harder, please. I want all of you.”

Could I give him all of me?

Did I have a choice?

I held his hips, and he dropped his head, clenching the desk with his hands as I fucked him hard and deep, dragging over his prostate again and again.

“That’s right. Take it. Take all of me. I’m going to come in you, fill you up with my seed, breed you.”

“Oh fuck. Please. Xavier, please.”

I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow down. I just took him savagely with him braced on the desk, facing the monitors where we were supposed to be preparing for battle, but this preparation was exactly what we both needed. We needed to go into the mission knowing how incredible we could make each other feel.

“Can you come for me without being touched?”

“I… I don’t know. I never have.”

“I think you can. I think you can do anything you want.”

“I want that. Want you to make me.”

I growled and gripped his hips even tighter, knowing I would leave bruises. “You’re mine Emilio, mine to touch, mine to take, mine to protect.”

“Yes. Yes!”

“Say it. Say you belong to me.” I was desperate to hear those words. I needed to know the bond between us was secure. I needed him to know that no matter what happened today, I would make sure he was protected.

“I’m yours. I’m all yours.” I drove into him even harder, and he whimpered. “So close. I’m so close.”

“You’re such a good boy, doing exactly what I ask, offering yourself to me anytime I want.”

“Yes, good for you.”

“That’s right. You’re perfect. You’re my perfect boy.”

“Fuck!” he cried. His ass squeezed my cock almost painfully as his body jerked, and he came, hands-free.

“So good. So obedient. I knew you could do it.” He moaned as his ass continued to squeeze me again and again.

I barely held back, but somehow I managed. When he sagged over the desk, dropping to his elbows, I thrust back into him, working him hard and fast, making him pant, making him cry out until I emptied myself deep inside him.

When I found I could stand without my legs buckling, I pulled out and watched my cum run down his thighs.

“Feels so good,” he said.

“You like being all sloppy, don’t you? You like knowing I’ve marked you inside and out.”

“Yes. God yes.”

My radio chirped, and Emilio turned to look at me, wide-eyed. “Go clean up. I’ll take care of it.”

33

Emilio

I stumbled into the bathroom, grabbed some paper towels, and wet them. I needed to wipe myself as clean as I could. I didn’t want to be distracted by sticky underwear, and yet… I wanted the feel of X’s cum dripping from me. I wanted to be wet and messy from what he’d done, marked by him, wearing his scent. It was primal and ridiculous, but I wanted that connection. With a sigh, I wiped my thighs and ass.