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That got a smile out of him. I helped him climb off my lap and watched him lower himself onto his knees, the mere sight threatening to send me over the edge. Everything Alex did had me feeling like I was fourteen again, hot and horny.

Alex unzipped my pants and tugged down a little before letting his fingers graze the waistband of my boxers. He slipped his fingers inside and wrapped his hand around my cock before pulling it out, slow and deliberate. I watched his swallow at the sight, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You okay?” I asked as my fingers continued to scratch his head.

“Yeah.” He peered up at me, his hand sliding up and down my penis. “I got it.”

Focusing on the task at hand, he licked my pink tip. My breath hitched; the small action sent a shiver down my spine that could have paralyzed me. Alex, with a touch of apprehension, took the head into his mouth. His lips fit perfectly around my cock, suctioning me wetly like it was made for his mouth.

Alex slid his mouth down my dick, allowing time for his throat to adjust to it. I thought it would be too much, especially with how apprehensive he was in the beginning, but he worked my dick down his throat like his life depended on it.

The walls of his throat clenched around me, and I moaned. His fingers dug into my thighs, and his eyes were already watering, but he began bobbing his head up and down, until I stopped him.

My hand cupped his chin, and I tilted it upward. “Look at me.”

His glassy eyes met mine, and he tried to speak, but my cock was too far down there for him to get it out. I had to hold myself from bucking into his mouth when the vibrations of his voice went around me.

I gripped his soft brown hair and gently started bobbing his head repeatedly. “You have to look at me, bunny. Okay?”

Alex’s eyes flashed with something I couldn’t figure out, and then he nodded. He let me guide his head up and down my cock as I stared into his beautiful green eyes, quickly bringing me to my long-awaited climax. A single tear fell down his cheek, but instead of stopping, he picked up the pace.

My dick pulsed so intensely I could feel it all over my body. “Fuckkk, Alex. You look so sexy with your slutty little glasses, you know that?”

Alex’s pink cheeks and perfect lips looked so perfect wrapped fully around my dick. Each thrust hit the back of his throat, sending more tears to his eyes, but he wasn’t in pain.Hewas sucking me off like my dick was made for his mouth and his mouth only.

“Shit—Alex,” I warned, attempting to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me. “I’m…”

In the next second, all my muscles tensed together as I released down his throat. Alex held steady while my cum filled his mouth, continuing to bob his head until I finished.

Not only did he take it, but he swallowed every last drop like it was juice. All while staring longingly into my eyes.

“Alex,” I breathed.

I felt a sharp pain as his fingernails dug into my skin again, squeezing me as he came from only watching me. This boy was full of so many surprises.

“Are you okay?” I asked gently.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Do you know who I am?”

Thrown off by the sudden question and my mind still spinning from post-orgasm, I paused. Alex watched me intently, his eyes filled with determination that told me he wasn’t letting this question go.

Stupidly, I asked, “What?”

Alex licked his lips vulnerably. “Have we met before?”

“Alex—”

“River,” he stressed. “Do you remember me?”

Dammit, why now? Any other time than now.

Fuck… could I even be angry? I just used the nickname I gave him in second grade without even realizing it. If he wasn’t sure I was lying before, he was now.

Yes. The confirmation tried to come out of my mouth, but it couldn’t. It wouldn’t.

I told myself over and over that it was out of protection. I kept up the facade solely because it was better for both of us, and not because I was too cowardly to explain to him why I did what I did all those years ago.

Here I was intertwining myself with Alex Pierce’s life when the best option was to stay away. How could I say I was pretending not to remember his beautiful face for the better, but allow myself to let our relationship become a complicated mess? If it was going to be a mess, then he needed the truth.