Grunts and moans rained over me, fueling the maelstrom of lust that fogged my mind. Actions and feelings were the only things that penetrated. Everything else ceased to exist. The litany of his words hummed in the background so far removed I couldn’t have made out the words if I wanted to.
Pinpricks danced over my scalp as he buried his hands in my hair and tugged on it. The pain blended with pleasure. Then his hips moved, fucking my face, gagging me with his dick. My cock pulsed. The base of my spine tingled. My nuts drew up.
The world stopped.
My groin clenched, then spasmed.
I groaned, the sound more a hum than anything else. Alex growled this loud, guttural sound.
Cum filled my pants and my mouth.
He pulled me off him, cum still shooting from his tip. It splattered across my face, dripping from my chin, catching in my lashes. I fell to my ass, resting against his leg, while breath rushed in and out as I tried catching my breath.
Fingers threaded through my hair, tugging on it until I looked up at him. He slid down the wall, one I didn’t even realize he was resting against, and pulled me into his arms. Being cuddled by someone several inches shorter than me would’ve been odd, I thought, but no. Nothing about Xander was odd. My crazy ass reaction to him, notwithstanding, because that was beyond odd.
“How did we…” I asked, gasping.
“I love how zoned out you get when sucking cock.”
“You have a magnificent dick.”
A phone buzzed somewhere around us. “Ignore it,” I said, only to groan when my cell went off, vibrating in my front pocket while his clattered on a hard surface somewhere.
Xander cursed. “Shit. What do you think the odds are that it’snot…”
“High rollers wouldn’t even gamble with those odds.”
I sighed, moving my legs to get at my phone. Flipping it open, I rolled my eyes at the name on the screen, then showed Alex.
Alex’s chest bounced with a silent scoff, and he slid out from behind me. He stood, ignored the ringing phone, and walked toward the bedroom without looking back or bothering to put his dick away.
My eyes followed him, glued to his ass as if it were a magnet. His arms, shoulders, and back rippled as he whipped his t-shirt over his head—the exposed flesh called to me. I wanted to spend the night tracing every dip and curve with my hands and tongue.
“You’d better get that. Your bestie might think the wrong thing. Oh, wait. He already does,” Xander grumbled.
I rolled my eyes at his back this time before turning my attention to the phone, only to have it go silent in my hand. I got to my feet, trailing after the sexy fucker I couldn’t get enough of. Just inside the bedroom, my eyes flitted around the room until they landed on Xander.
In the bathroom.
Naked as the day he was born.
In the glass shower.
Water running over him from some fancy ass shower fixture that looked nothing like the one I had downstairs in my apartment. I started pulling my clothes off, only for the phone to ring again. It danced across the counter.
“Parker? What the fuck do you want?”
Xander’s eyes hardened, and his lips pursed, then spread into a smirk. My mom always said you could see the mischievousness in us boys, and now I knew the look she spoke of because I could see the pot-stirring brat flare to life as his hand gripping the base of his half-hard cock, as he stared at me.
“Gawddammit! Daniel, are you listening to me?”
“Listen, I know you’re with Sandy…”
“Sandy? What the fuck are you goin’ on about?”
“Sandy, your latest bed buddy. At least I think that’s the name you used.”
Catching on, I said, “Yah huh. I’m withSandy.”
