He smiles as he disappears into the bedroom. I quickly yank my top off and wrap the towel around my torso like a dress. My arms stretch to turn out the lamps on either side of the couch. The glare through the orange lamp shades makes my eyes strain.
“Sorry, all I’ve got is this,” he says, reemerging. He throws me a scrunched up black T-shirt. This time, I miss my grab, and it falls onto the table next to the remote and a room key.
Ah, that’s where I left it.
I pick up the shirt, opening it to reveal an image of Alexander plastered on the front, and his name printed underneath.
“The only thing that’s missing are the wordsProperty of,” I quip.
Alexander lets out a laugh as I pull the T-shirt on over my head, wriggling it down over the towel and then pulling the towel out from underneath once the T-shirt covers my torso.
I stand up and look at him.
“How do I look?” I stretch my arms out wide and give him a twirl.
A mischievous grin appears across his face as he steps toward me.
“Uh-uh. Not so fast.” I wave my finger at him as he reaches for the button on my jeans. “Rob seems to think I’m staying the night.” I step back and sit on the couch.
“You don’t want to,” he says, his smirk collapsing into a frown.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just intrigued by the assumption.”
Alexander hesitates, opening and then closing his mouth to speak, before opening it again.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” he finally says. He moves toward the couch, moving the cushion that is still there from earlier, and sits right next to me.
“Is it because of Rita?” I ask, using my hand to lift his chin up. His ocean-blue eyes meet mine.
“You already know?” I can feel his body begins to tremble and I immediately shoot my arm around him, pulling him in tightly.
“Yes, the night manager told me.” A pang of guilt hits my chest at breaking my promise to Imani so quickly. “You’re okay now. Rita’s been taken care of.” I rub my hand up and down his arm.
“Has something like this happened before?” I get the feeling this isn’t his first rodeo.
“I’ve had a few stalkers over the years,” he says. “One broke into my home in LA while I was asleep. Thankfully he didn’t cause any harm. Samuel was able to distract him while I called the police, but I’ve struggled to sleep ever since. Tonight brought all of that back up, even if it wasn’t a stalker.” He hangs his head low, playing with the drawstrings of his shorts.
Samuel?
I’ve not heard a Samuel mentioned before.
Maybe he’s one of the security team members back home.
I continue to rub Alexander’s arm as his shaking begins to subside. The skin on his bicep is smooth and the light hairs on his forearm tickle the palm of my hand.
“Sometimes I just wish I lived a normal life. One where I can walk down the street unnoticed. Go to a skate park and ride my skateboard, without having to worry about people noticing me.”
He lifts his head to look at me and pushes himself upright, then grabs my head and kisses me with a passion and intensity that throws me off guard.
Part of me wants to pull back, to make sure he’s okay, but the stronger part of me takes over. I lean into it, taking him in. Before I know it, I’m pulling at his vest, yanking it off and momentarily pausing to take in the rock-hard abs that I remember trying not to stare at in the gym. I don’t bother trying not to now.
He leans back in, devouring my mouth, running his hands up through my hair and down my back. He stands up to let me quickly unbutton my jeans and then pulls them off with one strong tug. He encourages me to remove my boxers too, which I pull down and fling off with a flick of my leg. There’s a passion and intensity burning in his eyes that has my exposed cock throbbing and begging for attention.
Alexander does the same, removing his briefs to reveal his juicy, thick-cut cock pointing at me, and I pull him back down to me. He kneels over me, straddling my thighs and rocking his ass back and forth along my shaft. The throbbing intensifies with every thrust of my hips.
I lower my mouth to his left nipple, flicking it with my tongue, then move across to his right as he lets out a moan. His hand pushes my head harder into his chest. I respond by gently biting and his moan gets louder. He takes away his hand andspits into it before reaching back and sliding his hand over my shaft.
The mere touch of his hand, the vice-like grip as it begins moving up and down, makes my balls swell. Alexander locks his blue eyes onto mine as he strokes me, a smirk appearing on his face.
