“Every single night,” he breathed, shuddering under your touch “I couldn't get you out of my head. Not for a second.”

You let your fingers wander, tracing the line of his chest down to his stomach, finally hooking them into the waistband of his pants.

“Let’s see what you’ve got for me, shall we?”

You whispered the words as you worked the button and slid his zipper down, peeling back the fabric to reveal him. He was already straining against his boxers, thick and heavy, clearly aching to be let out.

“Mmm, looks like someone’s very happy to see me,” you teased, running your palm along the length of him through the thin fabric.

He groaned at your touch “Please, bunny... just a lick,” he begged “I need you. I’ve been dreaming about your mouth on me for days.”

You could see the hunger in his eyes and the way his chest heaved, his entire body leaning into your touch, waiting for whatever you decided to give him.

“Just a lick?” you repeated, arching an eyebrow. “I think you deserve more than that.”

Your breath felt hot against his skin as you freed him from his boxers. The moment you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock he cursed, head falling back.

“Fuck, yes!”

When you finally wrapped your lips around him, he pulsed against your tongue, growing harder with every stroke. His hands instinctively reached for your hair, seeking something to grip but you caught his wrists.

“Hands to your sides, Xavie”

He let out a frustrated breath but obeyed, pulling his hands away from you to grip the sheets beneath him instead.

You knew exactly where to press your tongue and how to drag your teeth just enough to tease him, until you took him deeper, nose pressed against his pubic hair, eyes watering.

“Fuuuck, I won't last long,” he groaned.

You popped off his cock with a wet sound, a string of saliva connecting your lips to him, and looked up at him with a smirk. “You say that like I don't enjoy feeling you spill down my throat.”

To prove it, you ran a slow stripe of your tongue from base to tip again and swirled it around the head before running it along the slit, lapping up the precum that had leaked out.

“Fuck, bunny,” Xavier moaned, his hands moving to your temples, trying to push you back down. “You’re going to make me cum. I can’t hold back anymore.”

You resisted him, holding your ground just to watch his desperation. When you pulled away, he let out a broken whimper, his hips jerking forward in a futile search for your mouth.

But you didn't give it to him. Quickly, you crawled up his body, straddling his hips and pulling your underwear aside. His cock pressed hard against you as you teased it along your folds, coating the tip in your arousal.

“I saw how comfortable you were with Leah back at HQ,” you said, voice dropping with possessiveness. You weren't going to let him pretend you hadn't noticed how she had been circling him.

Xavier opened his mouth to explain, but before he could get another word out, you sank down on him. A broken groan tore from his throat as you took him all the way in. His head hit the pillow and his eyes squeezed shut, body going rigid.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “There’s no one else for me. You know that. I was just being polite, that’s...”

You silenced him with a heavy roll of your hips, grinding down hard. “Eyes on me,” you demanded. “Watch me take what’s mine.”

His eyes snapped to yours.

“Only I get to touch you. Only I get to fuck you. Right?”

He nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. “Yes,” he choked out. “Only you. Always you.”

“Good boy. You’ll be good for me, won't you, Xavie?”

“Yesss,” he hissed, his hips jerking up to meet yours. “Please, please...”

“Mmmh, you’re so pretty when you beg,” you murmured, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingers.

His gaze dropped to your breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust. He couldn't look away, the sight of your skin moving with the rhythm of your hips had him completely entranced.

"Keep your eyes on mine, you will watch me make you cum, or you won't cum at all."

You shoved two fingers past his lips and he wrapped his tongue around them immediately, coating your knuckles in warm spit. When you pulled them out, a string of drool connected your fingers to his mouth.

He watched you bring those glistening fingers down your body, breath hitching as he imagined your fingers circling your clit. His cock throbbed harder inside you at the sight.

He saw your lips part, heard your breathy moans as you neared the edge and then you whispered his name.

“Xavier.”

That was it. That was all it took to send him over. His body seized beneath you as he came, faster than he’d ever come before. Your walls clamped down tight around him, soaking in the sudden heat. He pulsed inside you, emptying himself until you were both shaking from it.

“Such a good boy,” you murmured, dragging a finger through the slick mess between your thighs.

You brought it to your mouth, lapping at the salty, musky combination of your arousal and his cum. His eyes darkened, watching your tongue move, heat building between you again.

“Want a taste, baby?”

His eyes fluttered shut with a low moan when you pushed your finger past his lips, throat working as he swallowed. Then, in one sudden move, he shoved you onto the mattress.

You gasped as he pressed you down, his cock still buried inside you, hard and pulsing like he hadn't even cum. Leaning in, his lips brushed your ear.

“My turn”