Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: England
|Introduction: Xavier's a naughty boy, but can you resit him?|
The dark night air was bitterly cold enough to see your breath. Sitting on the small balcony, you feel a chill run down your arms as frost begins to crack between the blades of grass. The moon is shining vividly above, a cream disc suspending in the sky amongst thousands of tiny stars.
You turn your head, looking at him beside you. His chestnut coloured curls are messy, swept across his head in different directions. His forearms leant on the railing of the balcony as he overlooks the night view, not phased by the cold. You admire his body under his t-shirt, the way his back muscles moved with his shoulder blades.
His dark green eyes fluttered closed as he raised his hand to his mouth, inhaling the toxins of the thin joint. He turns to you in the middle of the process, his cheeks being sucked in slightly as he savoured the poisonous chemicals entering his lungs. He fixated his intense stare on you, bringing his hand back down where he held the drug between his thumb and forefinger.
A cloud of smoke mists from his full frostbitten lips, and you watch it float upwards towards the balcony lights. You feel his deep emerald eyes burning into you, locked on your avoidant expression, only flickering lightly as the addicting effects went to his head.
“What are you thinking baby?” he asked, his voice almost as deep and smoky sounding as the drug he was using. He came closer towards you, stopping right before you and standing at about 7 inches taller. He narrowed his orbs in concentration as if trying to read your mind, the tip of his tongue trailing towards the corner of his mouth. He stroked his fingertip up your cold arm, inflicting another sea of goose bumps to erupt.
He chuckled slightly, and took another drag, knowing the effect he had on you. You could feel that familiar feeling in your stomach. Never knowing what was going to happen with Xavier, he was unpredictable. You didn’t really trust yourself around him, because you shouldn’t. He was magnetic, drawing you in without trying.
People had warned you, but you needed him, you wanted him and knew he needed the same, but wouldn’t tell you. It was some kind of twisted friendship you wanted to prove to him that you weren’t some little boy, and that you could handle him. He made you feel like you belonged to him; he could then make you feel like something on the bottom of his shoe, but still leaving you running back for more, and was the only man who could arouse you within seconds, like now for instance.
You notice his head turned away from you slightly, his strong jaw line becoming more prominent. A faint love bite grazed underneath it, a vein passing under the surface of the tanned skin of his neck. He clears his throat and swallows, the muscles of his throat moving up and down.
Your mind drifts back to the longed for and occasional times your mouth has explored that skin, wet lips sucking at that dip between the collarbone and neck as his dishevelled slightly sweaty curls brush your cheek. Remembering how it felt as your fingers trailing down his naked body, over his firm abs, thumb stroking his tip and hearing him hiss. The feel of his pulse beating against your lips, low groans escaping his mouth. You crave to have it again, his taste, scent, how his body felt against yours.
“Are you thinking about me?” he asks, since you still haven’t answered his first question. You don’t answer again, biting down on your inner lower lip.
“You are, aren’t you?” he steps closer, backing you into the rough concrete wall. You wince at the sudden contact as you hit it. His frame towering over you, and gaze wiring into you is interrogating, but exciting at the same time “You’re thinking about how much you want me, am I right?” he smirks, his voice lower and teasing, as he gets closer to you. “How much you want me to fuck you”
You feel your heart speed up slightly, and he knows. You don’t need to say anything for him to know that he was right, but he likes to hear it. The edges of his mouth twitch upward slightly, a glint appearing in his eye. He raises the joint to his mouth again, keeping his focus on you the whole time as he sucks in the poison.
Craning his neck downwards, he opens his mouth slightly and brushing his parted lips lightly against yours. A thick puff of smoke releases from his mouth, you inhale lightly and your eyelids flutter shut. Your vision blurring as it clouds your mind and the cold air around you both.
Opening your eyes, he’s watching the effects on you. Enjoying what he’s doing to you, the colour of his orbs darkening and a tantalizing smirk playing on his lips.
He leans forward and places his mouth beside your jaw line, lips skimming it. You tense up a little; as he lets the teeth gently take your earlobe between them.
His breath tickles your ear as he speaks his voice husky and broken.
“Do I make you nervous?”
Your teeth are sinking into your bottom lip harder that you almost draw blood. You struggle to answer, and Xavier starts on your skin, beginning to plant soft damp kisses on your jaw line. The ends of his dark curls tickle your cheek, and you steal the thin roll up from his fingers. He continues to kiss your neck, flicking his warm tongue over the skin after sucking harshly on it.
You take a long drag, feeling your mind fog up and feel a little dizzy with the sensations of the toxins and Xavier. You shift your bare thigh so it’s between his legs and grind it against his crotch, feeling him already hardening. He lets out a low groan against your skin, his hands finding your hips and gripping you a little rougher.
You reach your hand down that wasn’t holding the spliff, and palm him over his jeans. He was growing by the second, getting more turned on as you run the hand through the back of his curls, tugging on them slightly.
Xavier bought his head back up in front of you, his eyes darker with lust. You knew what he wanted now, and if he wanted something from you, he’d always make sure he got it. But you wanted it too, sexual desire running through your veins and causing a throbbing between your legs.
“Tell me you want me” you breathe, smoke floating from your mouth as you speak and his forehead pressed against yours. His brow was furrowed, full lips parted as he inhaled in the substance exiting your mouth. The air surrounding you both misty and whirling with a cloud of smoke.
“I need you”
He knocked the joint out of your hand and urged you backwards to the door, your back pressed flat against it. He lips crashed onto yours and hands held your thighs, your ankles locking together around his waist. Xavier parted his mouth through the kiss, winding his tongue into yours. Your hand finds the handle of the door, pushing it down and causing you both to stumble inside yet Xavier still manages to keep grasp of you.
The door stays swung open as he wasted no time trying to move to the bedroom, and drops your body into the rug below. You grab the hem of his shirt and tug it over head, discarding it. Xavier does the same to you, quickly attaching his mouth to your chest.
You raise your hips a little, seeking contact with him and grind your crotches together. You could tell he was getting uncomfortably hard and he clenched his jaw. You push his jeans down past his bum and he kicks them off at the ankles, leaving him in his boxers.
You touched his toned chest, feeling him breathing heavily as he hovers over you. He takes your hand and guides it to where he wants you to feel him. You comply and rub him through his boxers, his eyes shutting as he exhaled slowly
“That’s it” he breathes, removing his hand from yours.
He returns to you and leaves a trail of kisses down your stomach, your abdominal muscles flinching as he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and unbuttons them, pulling them slowly down your legs. His fingertips run a tickle down your inner thighs, thumbs hooking beneath your underwear.
You feel the need for him growing, the throbbing between your legs almost aching. He knew it, and took pleasure in teasing and torturing you, making you on the verge of begging him. A small smirk returned to his mouth before he ripped the material apart with one swift tug. You gasp and look at him angrily, seeing him drop his eye into a wink.
He kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your groin, flicking his tongue out over the hot skin, everywhere but where you needed him most. His hands on you and breath tickling your skin made a shiver run down to the tip of your spine.
“You’re mine” he whispered against your thigh, delicately kissing it. Your heartbeat quickens at his words and the feel of him exploring your body.
“You’re so hard baby” he groaned, taking your rock hard cock in his mouth encouraging your breath to shake even more and tighten the grip on his curls.
“F-fuck” you struggle to gasp as the intense sensations builds. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer, right on the edge. Xavier bought his movements to a halt, and bought his head back up to level with yours. He smirks cheekily at you, knowing how much you hate him teasing you.
“Fuck you” you say venomously, causing him to smile in satisfaction even more.
“All in good time sweetheart”
He needed a taste of his own medicine; you pushed him by the shoulders, reversing the position. Going down you planted wet kisses along his nipples and V lines. His erection was evident through the strained material.
You rolled them down his thighs and discarded them, leaving him fully naked except for his mixed bracelets and rope necklace. His rock hard shaft stood before you and although you weren’t a stranger to him, his size was still a little intimidating. He strokes the back of your neck softly, almost comfortingly before you touch him.
You could have sworn he was bipolar, dominant one minute then caring the next; either way you crave how unpredictable he was.
You wrapped your palm around him, keeping your movement slow at first. He sighed and you felt your head go a little dizzy at the effect of your earlier joint. You speed up your movements slightly, causing him to groan louder. Taking the tip in your mouth at first, you bob your head up and down, only taking around the first half of him.
“Ugh, keep going” he cursed under his breath. You took him out of your mouth and stroked your fingers up and down his length teasingly. He looked at you, almost angry. “Don’t be a fucking tease” he growled.
You smirk and run your tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking him back in your mouth again - this time all of him, feeling him hit the back of your throat. He let out a long strangled whimper, edging the line of orgasm. He grasped the rug beneath him, his knuckles turning white. But you wouldn’t let him get that far yet. You gasped as you pull away, eyes watering slightly as a result of your gag reflex.
“Ah fuck do that again”
“No can do” you sing, getting onto your knees and leaving him there, desperate for his release and harder than ever. His angry eyes burn into you and he flips you over, landing hard on your back.
“I said don’t be a tease. Why don’t you listen baby?” he said, stroking your cheekbone. You could feel him on your thigh, you couldn’t wait any longer. There was only one thing you wanted know; a need.
His eyes widen slightly at how abrupt you are, one side of his mouth curling upwards, a dimple dotting the same cheek “What’s the magic word?”
“Now” you hiss, watching him grin at how worked up he was getting you.
He chuckled hoarsely and slowly pushed the head of his penis in, further and further until he filled you completely. You took a second to adjust to his size, before wrapping your legs around his hips and urging him to move. He began moving in and out at a painfully slow pace.
“Faster” you breathe. He starts thrusting a little faster and harder each time. Moans escape your mouth as you forgot how much you’d been missing. The feel of him inside you was overwhelming, every move and touch causing bliss to crusade through your body. He kept his eyes locked on you, wanting your eye contact.
You drop your head back, panting as he goes deeper, and pleasure pulsing through you. His thrusts changed to slow and deep, hitting your spot every time he pumped into you. The pendant of his necklace dangled down and skimming your chest as he glanced himself disappearing deep into you with each movement.
He groaned as you reach up and kiss his collarbones, sucking and licking them knowing they were a weak spot. “Ugh, babe” he moaned, closing his eyes. He leans forward a little more, grinding his lower half against you.
You stretch your neck back, eye vision swirling as you take in all the sensations surging through your body. The effect of the drug and sex fogging up your brain and taking control of you. You were close and Xavier could tell. Your climax was building, almost tipping you over the edge and your body tensing up.
“L-look at me” Xavier pants, dark green orbs fixated intensely on you “I want you to look at me when you cum”. You find his eye contact and can’t look away, dark pupils locked together.
You let go and feel your high peak, bliss wracking your entire body. You want to arch your back but obligingly keep your eyes connected with Xavier’s like he said, lips parted, moans and breathlessness making your chest rise and fall quicker.
You feel Xavier give a few more sporadic deep thrusts before tensing up and shooting his warm liquid inside you, letting out a loud groan and a crease forming between his brows. He collapses on you, both of your heads spinning wildly.
Your breathing slows down, and your bare chests are pressed together, heartbeats merging into one. Xavier swallows and brushes his soft cheek against yours as he lifts his head, looking deeply into your eyes. You savoured the feeling of being so close to him, close as humanely possible, seeing the pulse throbbing in his neck and every detail of his now red lips where he’d bitten down on them.
He presses his lips onto yours for no longer than three seconds, soft, gentle and lovingly. You feel his long fingers wind between yours and hold them. Your pulses slow gently, and naked bodies locked together. As you fall into the unconscious, despite the twisted relationship, at that single moment you swore you were only each others.
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