Sugar Baby Âœ”ϸ twenty-first: fire*

He waited for me.

He was patient. Just holding me tight. Caressing tenderly. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the gentle vibrations of his beating heart. Each thump synchronized with mine.

I tilted my face towards him, kissing his jaw. “Gray,” I whispered, climbing on top of him and straddling him. He gazed up at me, his eyes glittering under the soft glow of the room. “Make love to me now.”

He stroked his thumb on my bottom lip. I licked the tip of it with my tongue. Sensually. His eyes darkened with desire. He smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow. His hand travelled down my body, “Is that an order?”

A plea. A want. A need.

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly.

He placed his hand on my face and pulled me to him, kissing me sweetly. “Anything you want, Xavier.”

The night transcended in a catastrophic fire that consumed both of us under its ravishing flames. Burning me till I was nothing but blissful ashes.

He turned me around so I was lying flat on my stomach, his body pressing close to mine. His mouth sucking my neck. Biting into my flesh. 

“Fuck...” I gripped the bedsheet hard, losing myself in him as he entered me. He spread my legs apart and grinded inside me. Gyrating. Thrusting. I could feel every inch of him. I was intoxicated. He placed his hand in my hair, knotting into it, pushing my head on the bed and holding me in place. I was trapped in my cell of ecstatic pleasure. I clutched the bedsheets helplessly. Bound.

He brought his mouth close to my ear, biting it hard. I loved how wild, how unapologetically rough he was with me. I surrendered to him, letting him have his way with me. 

I came undone at his touch again and again. Gasping, moaning breathlessly as he pushed me over the edge of paradise. His hand wrapped around me, pulling me so I was on my knees. He put his arm on my neck as I whimpered in the ecstatic pain.

I turned to face him and kissed him hungrily, our tongues entangling. I turned around, holding him close and pushing him on the mattress so I was on top.

I trailed my mouth down his neck, his chest. Hunger gnawing at my insides.

“Let me taste you,” I whispered, tracing my tongue along his feverish skin. I growled softly against his chest as he quivered in pleasure. His fingers knotted in my hair, raking my scalp. I gazed up at him, moving lower and lower. His eyes were fixed on me, dark, unwavering- as if entranced. I rolled the condom off and disposed it to the floor, gazing at what I needed the most.

“I’ve dreamt about your taste for so damn long,” I slurred, letting my tongue trace circles on his skin. The animal inside me reared and I wanted to thrust his member deep into my throat and gag on it till he exploded. I wanted to keep going even after he was done. To watch him squirm helplessly.

“Shit…” he moaned softly, his head arching back, his fingers knotted tighter in my hair. I wanted him to pull at it.

I traced my tongue ever so slightly on his member, travelling all along its length. To the base. Back up to the tip and using just my lips to suck softly.

“Fuck…fuck…” His head arched backwards as I sucked harder.

“You’re a fucking dream baby…” I whispered hoarsely, taking it deeper into my mouth.

He gritted his teeth, his neck pulled taut as he moaned. “God that’s fucking good…your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Invigorated by his words, I sped up. Licking. Sucking. He tasted like a fantasy I couldn’t get enough of. His texture an intoxicating mix of hard and soft. His flavour a dark secret I lusted to taste.

His fingers raked my hair, pulling it back as he gripped it hard. He bit his lip, his chest heaving. “Xavier…”

I planted open-mouthed kisses down his length. Stroking with my hand, teasing, whispering. “That’s right baby, say my name.”

He started thrusting slowly in my eager mouth. He was pleading. Begging. For me.

I couldn’t get enough.

I kept pushing my head lower. I was intoxicated by his taste. His manly, musky flavour. He was a drug and I was addicted.

His moans got louder, more desperate as he slowly lost himself. I needed more. More. More.

I studied his reaction. Observing every hitch of breath, each of his soft moans, all of his body. All of him. Any time that I had had sex, it was always about pleasing my partner in order to get my way. Necessary for the case. However, with him, the desire to please him was a deep-rooted obligation stemming from my ravenous hunger. I wanted him to be as addicted to me as I was to him. 

I lowered my face further till he reached the very back of my throat, so he could feel my mouth. All of its grooves and ridges. His fingers knotting painfully in my hair as he grunted in pleasure. Moaning, gasping, squirming, writhing desperately for me. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…that’s so fucking good…”

I was drunk on the way he reacted to my mouth. My touch. My fingers digging into his thigh as I sucked fervently. His fingernails raking my scalp as he pulled at my hair.

I leaned back breathlessly, stroking his slick member hard. Edging him on. Using my tongue. My lips. My hands. My throat to pleasure him.

Raw sexual hunger clawed at my insides. I was breathless, and it still wasn’t enough. I wanted him to gag me. Use me. Fuck my mouth till I was fighting for breath. Drain him till I had every single drop. Filthy, wild, forbidden fantasies raged in my head.

“Xavier…” he squirmed, his back arching as I urged him on. Farther and farther. Taking him over the edge as he unravelled in my mouth.

He gripped my hair, thrusting deep inside me. I sucked hungrily as he came in my mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Xavier!”

He squirmed, his hand leaving my hair to grip his. His lips parted as he breathed heavily. His back arching, his mouth open.

He was the most stunning, the sexiest, most gorgeous thing I’d ever set my eyes on.

I gazed at him reverently. My heart lurching. The hot fluid spurted down my throat. I devoured every drop of him, still yearning for more. It wasn’t something I ever did for anyone else. It was exclusive for him. Just for his musky taste that drove me wild, unleashing the animal of lust inside me.

I leaned back from my pilgrimage, trailing my lips to his ear and nibbling at it. “You taste so damn good. I could eat you all day, baby.”

He sighed softly as I leaned back to gaze at him. His eyes glittering in the aftermath of his orgasm. His cheeks flushed. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

I leaned forward and bit his lower lip, pulling it. “You’re welcome.”

He laughed softly and pulled me closer, resting my head on his chest as he stroked my back. “You might have to give me a little time.”

I grinned against his neck, nuzzling it. “Take your sweet time.”

His hands reached between my legs, an electric shock coursing through my veins as he started stroking gently. His lips finding mine in a searing kiss.

He took me over the edge. Again and again and again till we were both breathless and sore. His fingers exploring me intimately. Till I could feel my body drowning under a deluge of pure physical ecstasy that seemed to make me drunk. My thoughts as insignificant as the earth in the infinite universe. I squirmed and whimpered, begging him to release me from the prison and mercifully, he did. And I broke with an anguish so beautiful that I was sure it was paradise. 

My world dissolving in a warp of colours and sounds. My brain bursting with pleasure so intense that it couldn’t rationalize anything apart from Grayson. Time became a fictional concept as I remained suspended in a whirlpool of pleasure and ecstasy. Our sweaty, naked bodies writhing against each other in the aftermath.

And still, I needed more. I was insatiable.

I climbed on top of him, riding him. I was burning and I needed him to douse me. I gripped my hair, my chest heaving as we moved breathlessly. I rode him with animal lust. I couldn’t believe how good he felt. How every single one of my nerves was alight with blazing fire at his touch. He let me dominate him, gripping me close, his fingers digging deep into my skin, bruising me.

I placed his fingers near my mouth, sucking them lustily. His eyes made fire burst in the pit of my stomach. They gazed at me steadily, his lips parted. Like he could see nothing else. Like I was his only truth.

He held me close, thrusting harder inside me as he slowly took control. I squirmed. Writhed. Giving everything I had. He could tear me down and rip me apart and I’d still be begging for more.

I was panting hard by the time we were done. I could hear his hard, ragged breaths. My body still floated in the cinders of passion when he pulled me closer to him. Like he wasn’t done with me. Like he still wanted me even after I gave him everything I had to offer.

He kissed me deeply. Again and again. His hands caressing my sore body. Raking through my drenched hair. Deluged in hunger.

We lay quietly after a while, my head resting on his chest as I heard his erratic heart slowly calm down. I felt full. Complete. Wanted.

Loved.

I lifted my face so I was nuzzling his neck. Breathing him in.

“You make me feel…” he whispered, his voice constrained. “That was so good,” he said finally, his words ending in a long sigh. I smiled against him, pulling him closer.

“Yes…sir.”

He was quiet before he started laughing. I leaned back and hovered over him, nuzzling my nose with his. I loved the sound of his gentle laughter. I loved the sensation of his skin. I loved his scent. I loved his voice. I loved his eyes. The dark green of them. The way the sun made them sparkle. The way they darkened when he saw me. The way his lips moved. The way he felt inside me.

“Grayson?” I spoke, my voice barely legible. My blood pounding in my ear. I was craving to tell him. I had to. It was killing me.

“Mm?”

I leaned into him, shutting my eyes against him. My heart swelling. “Grayson…” I whispered again. The words I wanted to say at the tip of my tongue. “Grayson…”

“Xavier.” He spoke, stroking my back. “Xavier…”

“I…I love you.”

He froze. The air around us solidified. The temperatures plummeted. I balled my fists, my heart threatening to leap out of my constricted throat. I swore under my breath, “Shit.”

I leaned back, forcing myself to gaze into his eyes.

“Xavier…” He opened his mouth, as if on the verge of saying something. He shut his mouth again, sighing deeply. Some light behind his eyes seemed to go out, a sadness I couldn’t place clouded them. His voice broke, “I-“

I started as his phone rang, making my heart wrench in pain. He sighed again, reaching for the bedside table and picking up his phone. I buried my face in his neck as he spoke into it.

He hung up after a while and said, “It was Harold. Reminding that he had a meeting with the district head tomorrow. I’ll have to go.”

I didn’t move, my heart bursting. I didn’t know what he was about to say. Was it merely a beautiful dream? Was he actually going to say it back to me? I was suddenly terrified to find out.

I sat up, raking a hand through my hair. My ecstasy slowly fading. He didn’t say anything, taking my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine. He brushed his lips against them.

“I should go,” I whispered, rising to my feet and pulling on my clothes. He propped himself on his elbow and gazed at me as I got dressed. I relished in the feel of having him see me naked. When I was fully dressed I gazed at him. He smiled softly, stretching out a hand as if for me to take. I walked over to him, leaning over and kissing him. Slowly. Tenderly. My tongue moving in his mouth as if trying to coax the unsaid words out of it. Yearning.

The kiss broke, leaving us both breathless. I spoke, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded, kissing the tip of my nose. When he leaned back, my heart wrenched again at the agonized expression on his face. The dark sorrowful eyes, the way his brows furrowed slightly, the way he seemed to chew on his tongue in worry. I wanted to take some of his pain away. All of it away. I couldn’t understand what was hurting him so.

But I needed to wait. I needed to wait for him to come to me.

I steeled myself. Resolving my mind. I had to be on the case again.

Our stolen moment was over, and I would hold on to it till the next.