Chapter Eight
Awhole new Alec followed me into the room. He didn’t smile outright, but a slight smirk never left his face. His voice was soft, just above a whisper, and deep enough to shake my chest. His vibe threw me off—Alec always took control when needed, but he preferred to be a leader. He wasn’t acting in a leadership capacity. Alec was in command.
The door closed behind him, and he approached me, not as a predator stalking his prey, but as a man taking what was his and denied for too long. I retreated, not out of fear for my safety, but making a fool out of myself.
“Undress me, Blackwood.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, stepping up to him.
“I’m not really into that shit, but from you, it’s fucking hot.”
“Yes, uh, sir,” I said, unbuttoning his shirt.
My hands shook, slipping the buttons through the light blue fabric. I’d never been so nervous. Or horny. Or maybe I was just drunk. Either way, my reactions were pathetic. But it was also so hot my briefs were already sticky.
I inhaled. The faint scent of his cologne, the event space, liquor, and pure Alec flooded my system. More pathetic was my eyes fluttering as I did.
“You like how I smell?”
I met his eye for the first time since we got back to the room. He wasn’t smiling, just that faint smirk playing at his lips, but his eyes shone. A glint of mischief. Or more.
“I like your cologne.”
His smirk deepened. “Then smell it.”
Alec took my head in a gentle but firm grip and guided it to his neck. I inhaled again. More of the same, but richer, more profound. I couldn’t stop my eyes from fluttering, my underwear from getting wetter, or how embarrassed I felt at myself. At least he could see neither. I took solace knowing Alec was just as keyed up as I was, his neck vein pumping as hard as my heart.
“Do not lick, kiss, or touch me unless I tell you to. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said to his neck skin.
His shirt had long been opened, and I finally slipped it off his shoulders. I took a step back to take him in. I don’t know if he was flexing, but his abs looked sharper and more defined than that morning. His broad, hairy pecs were boulders of rock, but also enticing pillows. I had to restrain myself from running my fingers up and down his torso, feeling the soft and bristly hair tickle my palms.
Fucking hell. What in the ever-loving fuck was going on with me? So much of my attraction to Alec had to do with him as a person. I tried to ignore the overly masculine parts because I wasn’t into capital “M” Men. I liked fruity guys. Soft and feminine, and fuckable. Wanting to caress that man’s hairy body was not a passing fancy for twinks and femboys.
But… that wasn’t true, was it? The first time I ever sexualized Alec, it was because of how masculine he was. Howmuch his hairy, thick body spoke to me in ways I either ignored or disregarded from anyone else. How everything about him, when focused in the right way, melted my core like sunlight through a magnifying glass.
“When I said undress me, I meant all of me, Blackwood.” His tone was playful but firm.
I said nothing, letting my hands drop to undo his belt and nice jeans. I fell to the floor with his pants, but stopped to remove his shoes. Once free, I lifted each foot to dislodge the jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. The tent was enormous, and a tiny wet spot darkened the light grey fabric at the tip.
Alec looked down at me, not wanting to give the same instruction twice, but understanding my hesitation. He’d be nude while I hadn’t removed a stitch. I placed my hands on his waistband and looked up at him, eyebrows lifted. He nodded with a slow blink. Permission granted.
I took down his underwear. Something inside whispered to stay down. That I belonged on my knees before him. He hadn’t told me to, so I stood. I wished I stayed down to get a better look at his cock.
Long and thick, I knew. All the smaller details had escaped me, like the curling veins or the perfectly shaped, long head. A slight curve up that accentuated its thickness, almost hiding his length. His nuts were big and full, but pulled up to his body, making each one appear larger. They’d also been shaved and his pubes trimmed, but he still sported a mighty bush. I wondered if he did that for me, if he knew this would happen, or if he just liked how it looked. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I stared.
“You like my cock, Blackwood?”
I met his eye again. Remaining so confident and in command while being the only one nude deserved respect.
“Yes, sir.”
I needed to stop saying that. He said he wasn’t really into it, and I didn’t want to wear it out. But it felt natural in my mouth when speaking to him. Especially while I drooled at his cock.
“Good, because you’re going to give me a blow job.”
“I am, sir?”
