"I should want to."
"That's not what I asked."
"No." Raw. Honest. "I don't want to stop."
Alex's eyes went dark and I kissed him.
One second we were standing there, the space between us charged, awkward, and scary all at once. The next, my mouth was on his and his arms were around me and everything else disappeared.
Alex's back hit the wall and I pressed against him, one hand braced beside his head, the other sliding up under his shirt. His skin was warm. Smooth. The muscles of his stomach tensed under my palm.
He made a sound—half gasp, half moan—that went straight through me.
"Liam—"
"Don't." I kissed him again. Harder. "Don't think. Whatever—"
His hands slid down my back, gripped my hips, pulled me closer. He was hard against me, and fuck, that made everything worse… or better.
I broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His chest and stomach were smooth, only flecks of little blond hairs. The cut of his hips above his waistband—god, he was perfect. And that trail of blond hair that led down under his boxers—it made blood rush to my dick.
Alex's chest rose and fell with quick breaths. Pupils blown. Lips red and swollen.
"You're sure?" he asked. Voice rough.
"No." That was honest.
Something flickered in his expression—relief, maybe. Or recognition. Like he'd been waiting for me to admit what we both already knew.
Then his hands found the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up. I raised my arms and let him strip it off me.
Skin against skin. The contact made my breath catch—his chest warm against mine, the ridges of his abs pressing into my stomach.
"Bed?" Alex asked.
We moved together, stumbling, kissing, hands everywhere. The back of my knees hit his mattress and I sat. Alex stood between my legs, looking down at me with an expression that made my chest tight.
Then he dropped to his knees.
My brain short-circuited.
"What are you—"
"Is this okay?" His hands were on my thighs. Steady. Sure. No hesitation.
I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Could only nod.
Alex's fingers found my zipper and pulled it down slow. The sound was too loud in the quiet room.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said. Eyes locked on mine.
I wouldn't. We both knew it.
He pulled my jeans down. I lifted my hips to help. Then my boxers followed and my dick sprang out and slapped against my my belly.
Then his tongue was around my tip and thought became impossible.
My hips jerked off the mattress. Couldn't help it. Couldn't control anything right now.
