“I really need to get back to my room, to get on with my pitch,” I say, pulling back slightly and placing my hand on his chest.
“Come on, we can be quick.” The force of his chest pushes my hand back as he moves forward to bite my bottom lip. His hand slides down toward my belly, causing me to flinch.
“Why do you always shift when I touch you there?” he asks. He pulls back, removing his hand and placing it next to my hip.
“I don’t like my stomach.” My gaze darts away from his.
“I don’t get why.” He moves his hand back over it gently.
“Says the guy with the most perfect physique.” Envy laces every word.
I’ve never been able to get anywhere near Alexander’s physique. A two-pack was the best I could muster six months into LA, when I tried to fit into the WeHo standard.
“This?” he says, looking down and pulling at his abs. “I’d trade my body for yours any day of the week. The pressure to keep this up is relentless.”
I’d never have thought someone with a physique like that could be envious of a body like mine. Normal as it is. I’ve been brainwashed into thinking that all gays want and desire the Greek Adonis physique.
The muffled sound of my phone comes from under the duvet, and I reach for it. Alexander mouthsGet itat me when he notices Kelly’s name appear on the screen.
“Hi,” I say, putting the phone to my ear as Alexander disappears under the covers.
“What are you up to?” Kelly asks.
“I’m just in bed, and you?” My voice rises as Alexander slides down my body, taking my cock into his mouth. One hand cups my balls and the other pushes the duvet back so he can meet my eyes with his.
“Mum’s insisting we go over all the wedding plans this afternoon. Wanna join?”
“And be subjected to another psychological takedown? I think I’ll pass.”
“Ask her about tonight,” Alexander whispers, momentarily coming up for air. My cock begins to swell as he swallows it whole again.
“Remember that artist I mentioned that’s staying at the hotel…”
God, he’s good at this. My cock is already throbbing as Alexander’s head bobs up and down. He starts working away at the bottom of my cock with his hand, cranking up the electricity coursing through my veins.
“Alexander Morgan.” Kelly’s voice is hesitant.
“Yeah, that one.” My hips begin to buck. “Well, I ran intohim, and he invited me to the show tonight. I’m wondering if you’d be down to join.”
I’ve never been one for premature ejaculation, but there’s something about the way his tongue slides over the tip of my cock. The way it dances around my foreskin, while his warm hand cups my balls and the other rubs up and down, that sets me on fire. It’s barely been a minute and I’m already close. Alexander pauses momentarily, waiting for Kelly’s response. There’s a hunger in his blue eyes.
“I’m not sure, I have so much to do before the wedding. What time is it?”
“Err, I’m not sure what time…” I say, looking down at him.
Alexander mouthsSeven p.m., and returns his attention to my cock.
“Seven p.m. at the O2 Arena.”
After a long pause, Kelly agrees. “Okay, but you owe me.”
I smile down at Alexander to acknowledge that Kelly will come.
His eyes widen with delight as he speeds up his wrist and mouth movements. He’s devouring my cock, gagging on it with an intensity and ferocity that’s almost primal.
“Right, I better go, I need to finish off something…” I hang up before Kelly gets to say goodbye. My voice crescendos, and I feel the cum shoot out of my cock straight down his throat.
Alexander’s eyes are locked on mine as he drains my dick dry.
