“I don’t know about you, but I think they’ve got the right idea,” he says, waggling his eyebrows and making me laugh. He puts his hand on my thigh, sliding it up toward where my desperately hard cock is trapped in my pants. It jumps like it’s trying to get closer to him. He bites his bottom lip and looks up at me.
“Can I interest you in a drink at my place?” He gives my inner thigh a suggestive squeeze, and I can barely hold back a groan.
A devious grin crosses his face, and he slides his hand up, cupping my dick and letting his hand rest there. This time, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop my obscene moan from escaping.
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” I say, my voice sounding breathless to my own ears. In a flash, Aleks stands, extending his hand for me to grab.
“Thank god,” he says with a grin as I grab my coat off the back of the chair, and we head for the door.
Chapter 4
BEN
Westumbleoutofthe bar as our rideshare pulls up, and on the short ride to his place, Aleks and I can’t keep our hands off each other. If the dirty looks the driver gives us are any indication, we probably earn ourselves a very low passenger rating, but I can’t find it in me to care. I haven’t had sex with anyone but myself in months, and my body isveryexcited about the current situation. I don’t remember ever wanting someone as badly as I want this man. I’m not familiar with this desperate feeling, and it’s uncomfortable but with an edge of pleasure. It’s almost like the discomfort is a signal that I’m alive. Whatever it is about him, I am completely on board.
The Uber pulls up in front of a beautiful building in Capitol Hill. It’s stylish and modern, the front façade made up of glass and black metal, while the other sides look like red brick. A wreath made from live pine boughs hangs from the glass main entry door, and white twinkle lights are strung around the entryway, giving the building an elegant but festive feel. Aleks drags me out of the car and quickly unlocks the front door. He punches the elevator call button, but when the doors don’t open fast enough for him, he grabs my hand, yanking me toward the staircase.
“Come on,” he says roughly. “I can’t wait for the fucking elevator.” He runs up the first flight of stairs, turning to look at me when he reaches the landing. I’m on him immediately, pushing him up against the wall and attacking his mouth while he gives as good as he gets. Finally, he wrenches his lips off mine, panting heavily. “Goddamn, I’m about to make you fuck me right here in the stairwell, and then I’ll get kicked out of my condo. A couple more flights, let’s go.”
He turns, taking the stairs two at a time, which seems like it would be a challenge since he’s not the tallest guy, but he must be in great shape because he’s not even winded when we finally reach his floor. A few moments later, he unlocks his apartment and drags me inside, kicking the door shut behind him. It’s dark inside, with only a small light from under the cabinets and the streetlights from outside providing any visibility, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing I want to see is Aleks underneath me. Or on top of me—at this point, I don’t even care; I just want him. Somehow, we make it up one final set of stairs to the sleeping area of his loft, barely taking our mouths off each other. As soon as we’re in his bedroom, I’m all over him like the proverbial moth to a flame.
“Fuck, finally,” he murmurs as I crash my mouth into his. He curls his fists into the material of my shirt and arches into me, his cock pressing into mine through our clothes. Instinctively, I thrust against him, a groan escaping me as he moves his hands around my waist, sliding them up under my T-shirt, his palms cool against the warm skin of my back.
He pushes us away from the wall, walking us backward toward his bed, where I fall on my back, and he follows me down. Somewhere along the way, we’ve both ditched our glasses, and his eyes sparkle in the light trickling in from the outside. His pupils are blown out, and we hold each other’s gaze for a moment before he lowers his head to place a line of soft kisses along my jawline to my ear, where he takes the lobe into his mouth and bites down hard enough to sting.
I hiss with surprise and then shock him by flipping us over quickly so he’s underneath me. I pause, staring down at him. We’re both panting, and his cheeks are flushed. He’s fucking beautiful.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I murmur, shimmying back to straddle his hips. Grasping the edge of his shirt, I pull upward. “Sit up.”
He complies wordlessly with the soft command, eyes never leaving mine. After stripping off our shirts, we crash back together, and a sharp breath catches in my throat at the press of his hot skin against mine. “So fucking good,” I whisper into his neck before dragging my tongue slowly along his collarbone, then moving lower again and attaching my mouth to his nipple, biting down. He groans, grabbing the back of my head and sliding his fingers into my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. A hiss escapes me.Fuck, that feels amazing.
I move to his other nipple and give it the same treatment as the first while he whimpers and sighs, his hips rocking against me in search of friction. Shuffling backward again, I unbuckle his belt while planting kisses along his belly, reveling in the noises he makes. Knowing he’s making those sounds for me sets me on fire. He’s so responsive I could almost come just by getting him off.So. Fucking. Hot.
“Hips up,” I murmur, and he follows my command easily, his eyes fixed on mine as I tug his jeans off. I nuzzle into his groin, mouthing at the soft cotton of his boxer briefs and inhaling his scent as he groans. I’m like some kind of animal, getting off on his smell.
“Jesus, you smell good,” I rasp.
He pulls at my shoulders. “Come up here.” His voice is hoarse. I move quickly, taking his mouth again and groaning at his incredible taste.
“We both need to be naked for this to work properly.” He smiles into my mouth, and I can’t help but snort a laugh. Sassy little thing.
“I think you should ask me a little more nicely than that,” I murmur back before kissing him again. Fuck, his kisses are like a drug. He arches up and pushes me off, a smirk playing at his kiss-swollen lips as he quickly shucks his underwear, tossing them to the floor.
“Should I? What if I took what I want without asking at all?”
I’m on my knees, straddling his hips, and he grinds his dick up into mine to make his point, a look of pure mischief on his face.
I laugh loudly, which feels strange at first. I’ve never thought of sex asfunny. But then I realize that not only am I turned on and having a good time, but I’m genuinely having fun.What is it with this guy?He’s bringing out stuff in me I never even knew was there. But I’m not about to engage in any serious self-reflection right now since I’ve got an incredibly hot man underneath me, still wearing a shit-eating grin and not much else.
Aleks reaches up to grab at the button of my pants, then sits up and pushes me back so my head is at the foot of the bed, and he’s gazing down at me with a hungry look in his eyes. I lift my hips obligingly while he slides off my offending pants and underwear and tosses them onto the floor. He moves so he’s on his hands and knees, arms on either side of my hips and his mouth hovering over my achingly hard cock. Our gazes lock as he lowers his head and carefully licks one long, continuous stripe up my underside from my balls to my slit, where he takes a moment to dip his tongue, tasting the precome gathered there. I can’t wrench my eyes away as he moans like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Mmmm,” he whispers, “I’m gonna need more ofthat.”
He wraps his lips around my crown and sucks, hard. Fire rips through me from my dick to my balls, and I arch into him, gasping as all my muscles tense. “Oh, my god.” I whimper and gasp as he works me over, the suction exquisite. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying desperately not to explode because I never, ever want this to end. The moments stretch on until I’m writhing and babbling underneath his ministrations. When I start to lose my grip on control, certain I’m about to come, I push on his shoulders, warring with my own body as I try to resist chasing his mouth with my dick as he pulls off me. “I’m too close,” I gasp.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, and an instant later, his mouth is on mine again. My own precome is salty on his tongue, and I shudder at how hot it is to taste myself on him.
“Will you fuck me?” he gasps into my mouth, and I groan.
