I continue to thrust as his ass cheeks grip me even tighter. His whole body stiffens as his load shoots out and all over my chest. A second load hits my chin, and a third arches over my shoulder onto the couch.
Alexander sinks into me as we pant together in unison.
His hand scoops up the cum on my chest and he shoves his fingers into his mouth, before moving toward my mouth. I oblige, taking the cum from his mouth into mine and swallowing it down.
“Fuck me, that was hot,” I say.
The post nut clarity allows me to take Alexander in. His skin glistens with beads of sweat.
“I’ve never had someone fuck me like that,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me before lifting himself off and grabbing thetowel. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and body and then throws it at me.
“You gonna jump in the shower?” I ask, wiping my body down before standing up.
“No.” A devilish smirk appears on his face. “I wanna keep your babies deep inside of me.” He bites his bottom lip in a way that has my cock instantly hard again before he turns away from me and into the bedroom.
“You coming or what?” he says from over his shoulder.
I shake my head in disbelief at the fact I’ve just fucked the hottest guy I’ve ever met and now he wants to go again.
He doesn’t have to ask twice.
I throw down the towel and follow him, ready for round two.
13.Alexander
Monday
It’s been so long since I’ve shared a bed with someone that I’d forgotten what it’s like to wake up, roll over, and find a person there beside you.
Their smell.
The warmth of their body, radiating between the sheets.
The slight sound of their breath as they inhale and exhale.
Sure, I’ve had casual hook-ups in the past. But never do I let them stay. I always make up some reason, some work commitment, that means they need to go.
Last night was different.
Christopheris different.
I needed someone to stay with me.
To hold me in their arms as I fell asleep.
To feel safe.
As Christopher held me tightly, securely, as I snuggled into him—my little spoon to his big spoon—I felt the world just fall away. It was me and him. Safe in the confinement of this bed.
That was until I woke up an hour ago, my dreams shatteredby the recurring nightmare of the stalker breaking into my home, and I turned to Christopher, thinking he was Samuel.
The guilt hit me like a sledgehammer when I realized it wasn’t. Nearly three years on, and I still feel as if I’m cheating on Samuel. Like somehow, he’s still here and we’re still in a relationship. I’m sure he’d want me to move on. He’d probably even like Christopher and his sense of humor. But I can’t help but hate how Samuel was stolen from me. Just like how everything good in my life is stolen from me.
My freedom.
My trust.
Before last night, even those intimate moments with Christopher.
