It wasn’t spoken out of greed, or lust, or in a bid to seduce him. For all the roughness between them, they were delicate words meant as a compliment, and they made Alex tremble. He found himself tongue-tied.
What was he supposed to say to that? Perfect was so far the opposite from his truth that it waslaughable.
He couldn’t let Laurence believe it—but part of him, aching and lonely, didn’t want to correct him. He could play pretend, even if it was only for a littlewhile.
Before Alex could think of a reply, Laurence kissed him again, and all hope of telling the truth was lost. Laurence’s hands followed his hips to the curves of his ass, then across the delicate black lace that separated his skin from Alex’s. For a moment, all he did was squeeze. The act left Alex breathless, and he gasped into Laurence’s mouth as his world shrank until it was just the two of them. Mouths, and tongues, and exploratoryhands.
Then, in a startling display of need, Laurence’s fingers hooked into the lace that dipped into the valley of Alex’s ass and tore it apart. The sound of ripping fabric freed Alex of the last of his regrets, and he broke the kiss to beg. “Fuckme.”
Laurence gripped him by the arms and spun him around. He pressed Alex against the ledge of the island. Alex moaned in delight and spread himself across the surface, almost knocking one of the tea lights with his arm. His suit jacket and the shirt he wore beneath it prevented the marble from chilling his skin, but his cheek was another matter. He turned his head and cooled his burning skin, too hot to think of speaking. Laurence had torn his fucking panties open—what other fantasies was he going to satisfytonight?
Slick fingers worked their way between his cheeks. Slick with what, Alex wasn’t sure. He didn’t care to find out. Instead, he moaned and parted his legs, trying to give Laurence better access to his body. One finger circled his hole, leaving him wet and slippery, then pushed inside of him. Alex grasped at the far ledge of the counter for purchase, then worked his hips to sink Laurence’s finger inside ofhim.
One becametwo.
With a startled, urgent cry, he fucked himself on Laurence’s fingers. The world turned white, and he let out a hiss of air between his teeth. His cock, still trapped in lace, dripped with precum—it seeped through the gaps in the design and hit his thigh. He gripped the ledge of the counter so tightly that his fingers stung, and his arms, stretched out like they were, started to ache from theeffort.
“Fuck me,” Alex uttered. He pushed deliriously against Laurence’s fingers, letting Laurence put pressure against his prostate. The urge to come swelled every time he did, and Alex wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold itback.
It would be his first orgasm tonight, but it wouldn’t be his last. Until Laurence’s dick refused to get hard for him, Alex was going to take it. He’d give Laurence the fucking night of his life, and the morning, and theafternoon…
Laurence’s fingers withdrew, leaving Alex achingly empty. He groaned in protest and lifted his head from the countertop only to feel the tip of Laurence’s cock caress his slicked hole. Laurence was still in his suit—his shirt buttons were done up and his jacket was in place. His pants were on, his fly was down, and the underwear he wore beneath was tugged out of place to allow his cock out toplay.
He was going to fuck Alex fully clothed. Through Alex’s torn panties. In thekitchen.
And Alex was going to lethim.
There was no warning before he was filled. Laurence’s cock forced itself into his body, and Alex let loose with a cry of delight and pushed back against him, wanting it deeper. He wasbig,and it felt like an impossibility that something so huge could fit inside his body, but Alex didn’t let it stop him. He could take it. Hewantedto take it. More than anything, he wanted Laurence to work his cock inside of him and come all over his ass. He wanted to befilthy.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Alex uttered. He pounded back against Laurence as Laurence thrust into him. Alex had to adjust his grip on the ledge of the counter so that he could keep up the pace. “Fucking use me. Fuck my ass. Fuck meraw.”
Laurence dropped down over Alex so his chest was against Alex’s back. He nipped the skin of Alex’s nape, and Alex cried out again and bucked back against him. Laurence wrapped his hand around Alex’s cock, cradling it and the lace that secured it to his body. “Fucking want you,” Laurence uttered. “Perfect, beautiful, goodboy.”
The white clouding his vision started to mix with the same troublesome purple from before, but this time, Alex welcomed it. The blooming color was accompanied by exquisite sensation as Laurence stretched him, and with a breathy gasp followed by a whimper, Alex came. Cum pulsed down his shaft and flooded the lace. Laurence pushed against it with his hand, forcing Alex to feel the mess he’d made. It had to be all over his palm, dripping between hisfingers…
“Daddy,” Alex whimpered. He lifted his torso from the island, pressing against Laurence’s front. “Oh god,Daddy…”
“You want me to come on your panties?” Laurence’s voice was deep with lust, and it made Alex shiver. “You want us to soak themtogether?”
“Oh, fuck, fuck!” Alex pushed back against him, tears in his eyes. “Come all over me. Comeinside me.Just… just come for me,Daddy!”
Three things happened in quick succession then—three things that Alexregretted.
Laurence groaned and pushed into him, coming deep as his knot started to swell. A heavy door slammed, and Alex found himself staring across the kitchen at a teenager in a black hoodie. Then, the teenager bolted from the doorway as Laurence pulled out of Alex before his knot could lock them inplace.
Cum dripped down Alex’sthighs.
“Oh god,” Laurence uttered, horrified. “Matthew.”
“Who the hell is Matthew?” Alex demanded. His heart raced and his cheeks burned with embarrassment. Laurence had actually come inside of him. It was a problem, but right now, Alex’s brain was stuck on the kid who’d walked in on them out of theblue.
He glanced over his shoulder at Laurence, looking for answers, but Laurence wouldn’t look at him. He hiked up his boxer-briefs and zipped up his pants, expression haunted. “Myson.”
9
Laurence
Mortified wasn’tthe right word. Humiliated didn’t fit the bill, either. Laurence was wedged firmly between destroyed and so deeply ashamed that he wasn’t sure he’d be able torecover.
