Rhythm of Us: Book 2 Of The Fated Hearts Series (8 page)

“Just wait a fucking minute.” I spun to the side to avoid another punch. I lowered my shoulder and drove it into Xavier’s midsection, pinning him against my door with my taller, heavier body. His chest rose and fell against mine as he labored to catch the breath I knocked out of him. “I. Did. Not. Get. Ellie. Pregnant.” I returned his fury tenfold.
What the fuck made him think I knocked up his sister. Oh yeah, he thought I was straight.
“I’ve never had sex with a woman in my life.”

“Are you trying to tell me you’re a virgin after you practically confessed to being a manwhore the other night?” Xavier slammed his lower body against mine, trying to push me off of him. “Oh,” he said almost breathlessly. It was then that I realized I had lost my towel in the scuffle and my dick was reacting to his nearness. I watched his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he worked to swallow hard. Xavier’s eyes opened wide and I felt his breath panting against my damp skin, causing my nipples to harden to painful points.

Fuck subtle! I was going all in.
“No, Xavier, I’m not telling you that I’m a virgin. All my slutty behavior has involved men, because I’m gay, which my not-so-little friend is trying to tell you.” I emphasized my excitement by rubbing my erection against the front of his jeans. I should have been embarrassed by my bold behavior, but I wasn’t in the least. I placed my hands on his hips and lowered my head until it barely hovered over his full, perfect lips. “I’ve wanted to taste these lips since the first time I saw them. I sat there watching your mouth move as you spoke to me at lunch that day. Everyone else saw how captivated I was by you,
except
you. I’m going to taste them now, Xavier.”

I slid my gaze up from his trembling lips to look into his eyes, gauging his reaction. I saw nothing that indicated I should back away. In fact, I saw just how badly Xavier wanted to taste my lips too. I raised my hands and placed them on both sides of his face, cupping him gently, I lowered my mouth to his. My eyes drifted shut and a happy sigh escaped from me as I felt the plush softness of his lips against mine.

I traced his full bottom lip with my tongue until I reached his tiny hoop piercing. I gently sucked the hoop between my lips, reveling in the sinful moans coming from his throat. Xavier wrapped his hands around my biceps, burning my skin. I tilted his head back and deepened the kiss by sliding my tongue between his parted lips. The taste of him spurred me on and my hands slid from his face to his neck and further down until my palms rested against his pectoral muscles.

I broke our kiss suddenly, trying to calm myself down. I let my thumbs trace the outlines of the barbell nipple piercings I had just discovered. “Are you pierced in other places?” I asked jokingly, breathlessly.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. His wicked smile made it impossible for me to know if he was teasing me or being serious. There was only one way to find out. I slid my hands down to his waist and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and began to slowly lift it up while our eyes remain locked on each other. Xavier wanted this just as badly as I did, which he proved when he raised his arms above his head to help me remove his shirt. I missed the feel of his hands on my skin during their brief absence and was ecstatic when he grasped my biceps again.

I tossed his shirt to the floor and reached behind him to lock the front door. “You’re all mine now,” I whispered hungrily in his ear.

I kissed a path along his strong jawbone until I reached his chin. I captured his mouth in a hot, frenzied kiss while I teased his hard nipples with my thumbs. Xavier dug his nails into my flesh, which only turned me on more. I couldn’t remember a time I’d been that hard and in jeopardy of blasting off too quickly.

Xavier whimpered when I pulled my mouth from his and placed it on his neck just below his ear. I smiled against his tender flesh before I sucked it between my lips. The urge to mark him was insane and caused me to feel off-balanced momentarily. These feelings were wholly new to me and I shoved them aside, rather than debate them. I had more important things to concentrate on, such as living out my year-long fantasy.

“Ben,” Xavier groaned my name when I kissed a path down his neck and across his collarbone. “Your mouth feels better than I imagined it would.” I kissed down the center of his chest and over to suck his right nipple hard between my lips. “Fuck!”

It was my turn to moan and groan when he tangled his fingers in my hair and held my head against his chest. I alternated between licking and sucking his nipple before I placed open-mouthed kisses across his chest until I reached his other nipple, which I gave the same teasing treatment. Xavier’s nails scraped against my scalp sending my lust into overdrive.

I kissed a path down his chest while I lowered myself to my knees. Once there, I traced the treble clef tattoo that surrounded his belly button with my tongue. I could feel his tight abdominal muscles spasm beneath his skin as I swirled my tongue along the tattoo lines over and over. Xavier’s well-formed V delineating his hip muscles peeked out of his low-rise jeans, catching my attention next.

“Please, Ben.” Xavier’s plea was followed by his attempt to guide my mouth where he wanted it most.

I wasn’t ready to play along yet. I nibbled his trembling flesh on both hips until I was satisfied. By that time, Xavier’s hard-on was trying to fight its way out of the confining clothes and I was more than happy to set it free. After all, I wanted to see where else the sexy man was pierced. I unbuttoned his fly slowly, drawing out my surprise. Finally, his jeans were open in a wide V and exposed his light blue underwear beneath.

My mouth watered at the sight of his pre-cum saturating the fabric and the blunt, round protrusion of a piercing pressing against the fabric just beneath the bulbous head of his cock. I couldn’t resist pressing my nose against the cloth and breathing in the smell of him deep into my nostrils. “Fuck you smell good, but I bet you taste even better.” I hardly recognized the deep timbre of my own voice.

“Suck me, Ben.” Xavier thrust his bulge tighter against my face. I felt the dampness of the fabric on my lips and chin.

I peeled his underwear down until just the head of his cock along with the piercing was exposed. “I’ve never seen one of these before and never guessed how hot I’d find it.” I traced my tongue around the circumference of the ball and then twiddled it with my tongue. Xavier’s pre-cum dribbled on my tongue and I lapped the rest of it off his crown. “What made you decide to pierce your cock?”

“It drives men wild when it pegs their prostate again and again,” Xavier said between clenched teeth. “The way men practically cry during their orgasms makes up for the temporary pain I felt.” He thrust his hips, gliding the tip of his cock over my tongue. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve had the pleasure of using it though.”

Meaning he was most likely versatile and had only bottomed recently, or he’d been celibate for a long time. I rarely bottomed for anyone, but the orgasm he was promising me made me want to grab my ankles and hold on for dear life. Right then, I just wanted to drive him wild, make him come, and taste him on my tongue. I was confident that I could give him the best blow job of his life. I just hoped that his piercing wouldn’t come lose and get lodged in my throat, sending me to the ER.

I slid my hands inside his underwear to cup his firm ass while I continued to bathe the tip of his cock with my tongue. I hooked his jeans and underwear and slowly pulled them down his toned legs to mid-thigh. I loved the feel of his crisp leg hairs tickling my palms. I sucked every newly exposed inch of his cock into my mouth until I felt his smooth balls against my chin and his neatly trimmed pubic hair tickling the tip of my nose.
That’s right, baby. No gag reflex
.

“Fuck,” Xavier cried out while yanking on my hair. “Jesus, Ben, your mouth . . . feels . . . so damn . . . good.” I ratcheted up my torment a little by massaging one firm nut and then the other. I pulled off his dick to suck a smooth orb into my mouth before switching to the other. “I want to fuck your mouth, Ben. Now.”

Xavier’s need for me drove me wild. I maintained eye contact with him as I slid his erection back into my mouth. I reached between my legs and took my throbbing penis in my hand and began fucking my fist while Xavier fucked my mouth. The sounds he made, the way he said my name, and the tugging on my hair drove me to the brink too quick, but I couldn’t ease up on either of our cocks.

“Going to come,” Xavier warned me, but I already knew by the way he trembled harder and his balls pulled tighter into his body. One of his hands held my head closer while the other tried to push me off, as if he was at war with himself. “Pull off if you . . .” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before he was shooting over my tongue and down my throat. I moaned at the first taste of his salty essence and fisted my dick faster and harder.

A fire lit his eyes from within as he watched me jack off while licking his dick clean. It only took a few more pulls before I shot my load all over the hardwood floor between my knees. The force of my orgasm left me reeling for several seconds. I leaned my forehead against one of Xavier’s thighs and he ran his fingers softly through my hair as I fought to catch my breath. The gesture was tender in contrast to the frenzied pace of the blow job I gave him.

“Okay, so you’re gay,” Xavier said, breaking the silence.

BEN CHUCKLED AGAINST
my thigh causing me to look down at him. It was then that I realized I was still running my fingers through his soft black hair. The moment was too tender for the rawness I’d been feeling so I removed my hands and let them fall to my sides.

“At least we got that settled,” Ben replied, using his discarded towel to clean up the mess he made all over his floor. I tried not to think about how hot he looked when he was jacking off at my feet. He placed one final kiss on my leg before he slowly rose to his feet. I took a long moment to look over Ben’s gorgeously formed body once my heart, lungs, and brain began functioning normally. “If you don’t mind, I’m going upstairs to get dressed and when I get back you can tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“I should probably just be going,” I replied, feeling like ten kinds of fool. “It was a huge mistake coming here.” It was then that I remembered my near nakedness and immediately started to dress myself so I could at least look away from his gorgeous eyes until I could pull myself together. I really fucked up and wasn’t sure how to get out of what I’d just let happen.

“I don’t think so, Xavier.” His voice was so firm and controlled that I couldn’t help but stop in mid-motion and look at him. “You’ll be here when I come back downstairs and we’re going to talk through what just happened. I’m trying not to be offended that you thought I was straight and that I could be careless enough to get Ellie pregnant and then cast her aside like yesterday’s garbage.”

“Ben . . .”

“Stop,” he said in that demanding tone I was starting to find really sexy. “I will just track you down if you leave my house without talking to me. So, let’s just face this head on right now.” He turned and began walking up his steps without waiting for my agreement. “Stop staring at my ass, Xavier, or I’m going to start thinking that you don’t believe what just happened was a mistake after all.”

I smiled in spite of the confusion I felt in that moment. I didn’t really regret the blow job Ben gave me, but I knew I was better off not knowing how his lips had felt around my cock or the sounds he made when he came. I was better off not knowing that Ben had wanted me for a long time, because nothing could ever happen between us. He wouldn’t want me once he found out what I’d done or who I let myself become over the last year. I would’ve been better off not knowing how good he made me feel, because learning that Ben was gay and available changed nothing for me. I still needed to focus all of my time and energy on getting stronger and staying clean.

I finished dressing and walked into Ben’s living room to wait for him. I wasn’t sure what I expected his living space to be like, but it wasn’t the warm, inviting space around me. The decorations on the walls consisted of framed posters of legendary rockers from the 60s and 70s, classic ad posters from many eras, and an antique looking world map that was nearly as long as his brown leather sofa. There were many bronze pins stuck in several countries, I wondered how many of those places Ben had already visited and which ones he still planned to explore.