“Please what, baby?”
“Fucking kiss me.”
The desperation in his tone has my cock thumping in my jeans, aching and straining to be let out. Keeping one hand near his hip, I wrap the other around the back of his neck and pull him close, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like sugar and chocolate from the cookies he was eating earlier, and his sweetness bursts on my taste buds and makes my brain go fuzzy. The way he moves in my lap makes everything in me short circuit. Even though he’s the one on top of me, even though I expected our first real kiss to be more of a fight for dominance, Alex is melting like butter in my hands. The strokes of his tongue against mine are tentative and teasing, an exploration rather than a dirty form of fucking. My hips have a mind of their own, bucking and grinding up against the muscled globes of Alex’s tight ass. When he sucks the tip of my tongue past his lips and teases it like it's the head of my cock, I nearly scream with the urge to pin himdown and not let him leave my sight until I’ve played out every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had about him and his perfect body.
It takes everything in my power to pull away from Alex’s hot mouth, but if I don’t take a second to catch my breath, I’m going to blow in my pants and make a fool out of myself.
“Bedroom,” I grind out through gritted teeth, pressing my forehead against Alex’s sweat-slicked one. He makes an indignant whiny sound as his fingers tangle further into my hair and tug lightly.
“Here. I can’t wait. Need you now, El.”
Fuck. Me.
“Bedroom, baby. Franny is sitting right over there, and she is way too young to see the filthy things I want to do to you.”
His answering laugh is my favorite kind of music, light and airy like walking around a park on a bright blue spring afternoon. I lift him by his ass cheeks and he wraps his legs around my waist, his lips dropping to my neck and sucking on my pulse point. Stars burst behind my eyes, but I manage to cross the living room on shaky legs. I find Alex’s bedroom with no help from him—he’s too busy trying to suck the soul out of my neck—and deposit him on the bed. The yellow glow from a small lamp in the corner of the room lights the space, and the sight of Alexsitting in front of me, lips swollen and bee-stung from my kisses and chest heaving is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
When this is all over and I’m alone again, this will be the sight that I’m jerking myself off to for all eternity. I whip my shirt over my head, then flick the button on my jeans, loving the way Alex’s jaw goes slack as he watches me.
“You’re so sexy, Elliot. I didn’t…fuck. I didn’t know. How could I not know that you’d be so sexy?”
He reaches up and drags his fingers over my chest, teasing one nipple and then the other. I suck in a harsh breath, pleasure and overwhelming sensation coursing through my blood. I grab his roaming hand just as he starts to tease down my happy trail, gripping hard.
“Naked. Need you naked, baby.”
Alex groans, jutting out his bottom lip and pouting.
“But I want to touch you.”
Those words send a shiver down my spine, and I lean down to grab that bottom lip between my teeth, biting down hard and then soothing it over with a lick of my tongue.
“You’ll get your turn, I promise. But Alex, baby, if I don’t get my eyes on your bare skin soon…if I don’t get that cock in my mouth in the next minute, I’ll fucking die. So be good for me and take off your clothes, yeah?”
His face flushes an even deeper shade of red—because of fuckingcoursethis perfect specimen of a human being likes it when I boss him around a little—and in the blink of an eye, his t-shirt and shorts are discarded and he’s lying back with his arms raised over his head.
Fuck, if I thought he was sexy through the camera on his phone, the digital version has nothing on real life Alex. My senses are overwhelmed by the miles of smooth, pale skin laid out in front of me. My eyes and brain are at war trying to decide where to start taking him in. I settle on his bare feet and let my gaze roam over his ankles to his calves, taking time to admire the curves of his muscles. I pause to drink in the sight of his thighs, which are thick as a tree trunk and covered in hair that looks just as dark and soft as the hair on his head—a stark contrast to his bare face and chest. I can practically feel the pressure of those thighs wrapped around my waist already.
The thatch of curls at his pelvis is neatly trimmed, highlighting the root of his dick and full, heavy balls. His cock is longer in person than it looked over the phone, all red and straining with the force of his erection. He has a prominent purple vein leading from root to tip that I’m desperate to trace with mytongue, and precum leaks from his slit, pooling between the divots of his delicious abs.
Finally, I drag my eyes up so I can take in Alex’s gorgeous face—and nearly burst out laughing when I notice that his hair is still pushed back with that ridiculous puffy pink headband. My heart thrums loudly in my chest as I make my way on to the bed, crawling up Alex’s body until my thighs are straddling his and I can sink my fingers into his hair.
“As cute as I find your commitment to hair accessories, this thing has got to go,” I chuckle, sliding the band off his head and tossing it to the side.
“El…I…fuck…” Alex pants, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants. His hands find my hips, then glide up my chest until he’s arching off the bed to reach them around my neck, pulling me down. He’s confident with the way he puts his hands all over me, the way he tells me with his body exactly what he wants from me. It reminds me of watching him on the ice, where he’s cocky as all get out, but with the skill to back it up. We’ve barely touched and he’s already the best lover I’ve ever had.
I let myself fall on top of him, mouth meeting his in an aggressive, needy kiss, our tongues fucking against each other as he rocks his hips up. Our chests flushed together, every available inch of skin pressed against one another. I have half a mind to push mypants out of the way so that there isn’t a single spot where we aren’t bare and intertwined with each other, but I can’t pull my hands from where my fingers are twisted in his hair.
Alex, though, slides his hands down the waistband of my jeans and my briefs, grabbing two handfuls of my ass and pulling me down as he thrusts up.
“Desperate,” I grumble against his mouth, gasping when our cocks line up just right and our grinding becomes more frantic. I’m still half-clothed, my dick throbbing against the fabric of my underwear, but it doesn’t matter. It feels too good.Hefeels too good underneath me, pressed against me. Pleasure swirls in my belly, coiling tight and threatening to break.
“So close,” Alex mutters between frantic strokes of his tongue, and I snap out of it.
It takes all the strength I can muster to pull away from his teasing lips and his hot body, but I’m not coming like this. I can’t let him come like this. Not before I have a chance to try to blow his mind.
“Come back,” he whines as I slide away, shimmying down his body and awkwardly pushing my pants and underwear to my ankles in the process. I settle between his spread thighs, face-to-face with the cock I’ve been dreaming about for days.
“You’re very demanding when you’re horny,Alex. I told you, I want to taste you. And I always get what I want.”
