Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader

Chapter Three

He rolls us over and pins my arms above my head. My legs wrap around him as I squirm beneath him. "Scoot up a smidge," he orders and I do. Pulling my hands toward him, he kisses each of my palms. "Hold on to this or I stop." Pressing my hands to the headboard, he waits until I wrap my fingers around the ornate wood.

My eyes flick up, watching as he hovers above me. He licks and bites my lips, alternating with kisses, as he moves down to my neck and chest. I tremble and almost let go because I want to touch him too.

"Keep your hands there, love." And I do. He pauses at my panties, giving me a questioning look. I gulp and nod.

"These are soaked." He slides them down my legs and drops them beside the t-shirt. He grabs one of the pillows. "Lift your hips, gorgeous." And I do.

Pushing one leg up, he drags his fingers through my folds and slides one in. I whimper. He adds another. I breathe in through my nose. He adds his thumb to my clit. I writhe and shiver, clenching.

"Is this all for me?"

I nod.

"Use your words, love."

"Yes."

"How close are you?"

"Very."

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yesss."

"I'm clean."

"Me too."

"Condoms? Yes or no."

"I want you."

"Answer me."

"Not needed if you swear you're clean."

"I promise—I want to feel you come around my cock." He slips his fingers out of me and licks them clean. My body reacts, convulsing around nothing. "Top or bottom?" he asks and I smile.

"Top," I say and begin moving.

"Wait," he tells me and I hesitate. "Keep your expectations low and don't judge me based on the first time." He words are murmured near my ear as he nuzzles my neck with his face.

"First time is relieving over four months of pressure. Second time is practice for the third. By then, we'll have figured it out. Now, kiss me."

We launch ourselves into a tangle of limbs that scramble for purchase in an attempt to get closer. As much as I am pulling him closer, I'm pushing him toward the headboard. My hands slip into the waistband of his boxer briefs sliding them down his hips.

"I've never been with someone so—like this," he gestures at me.

"Like what? You're a virgin? Oh shit, oh fuck. I'm—"

"No, not that. I mean, you're not just going with it. You're into it—this—sex." He gestures again.

"Sex is fun—like a fast car. You either drive or you're a passenger. Even when I'm a passenger, I'm still driving. You know what I mean?"

"You're amazing."

"I know," I smirk.

He slides to the headboard and leans back, his arms resting on the top of the wood. Shadows hide most of his face from this angle, giving him an edgy, dark god air. I move next to him, my thighs beside his. After tucking some hair behind my ear, his thumb smooths my cheek. Leaning into it, he cups my face with warm hands.

Our lips meet slower this time, but no less full of passion. He grips my upper arms and heaves me toward him. I straddle his thighs closer to his knees—for now. Palm to palm, our fingers intertwine. Sliding forward, I reach down and grip his cock. It'll be a tight fit. Lining us up, I lean my forehead against his.