I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands went immediately to my waist, gripping tight. He was hard beneath me, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
"I want to see you."I want to actually see you this time."
Something in Alex's expression cracked open.
I kissed him before he could speak. Deep and desperate, and hungry. His mouth opened under mine and we were tangled together again, hands everywhere, bodies pressed close.
I kissed down his jaw. His neck. Found the spot where his pulse was hammering and bit down gently. He gasped, hips jerking up against me.
"Fuck," he breathed.
I kept moving down. Kissed across his collarbone. Down his chest. His stomach. The muscles flexed under my lips, and his whole body was shaking.
My hands found the waistband of his sweatpants. I looked up at him, checking. Making sure.
"Yeah. Please."
I pulled his sweatpants down. Then his boxers. And there he was—hard and throbbing, blond hair trailing below his navel, everything exposed.
Fuck.
Beautiful. That was the only word for it. And I'd never thought about guys like that before—never let myself—but looking at Alex now, at his whole body laid out beneath me, I couldn't think of anything else.
I wrapped my hand around his dick. Warm. Hard. He gasped at the contact and so much pre-cum dripped from his tip that it touched my hand.
"You're so hard," I said.
"Because of you. Fuck, Liam, because of you."
The admission made something hot coil in my gut. I stroked him once. Twice. Watched the way his face changed—eyes going unfocused, mouth falling open, his whole body arching into the touch.
Then I leaned down and did exactly what he did to me. I licked around his tip, my tongue licking up his pre-cum. It was the hottest thing I'd ever done.
Alex's whole body went rigid. "Oh fuck—"
The taste of him was different than I'd expected. Salt and skin and something uniquelyAlex—like the way he smelled on thosehot summer days at the lake, but a taste. I took him deeper, figuring it out as I went, trying to remember what felt good when he'd done it to me.
His hands were in my hair now, not pushing but just holding on. Like he needed something to ground him.
"Liam—Jesus—you don't have to—"
I'd never done this before. Never had a guy in my mouth. And the only truth that existed in that moment was simple…
"I love your dick," I said.
Chapter 2: Alex
After he spoke those words my cock throbbed—a pulse of heat so sharp I could feel myself leaking against his tongue—and then Liam's mouth was on me again and I couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't do anything except feel.
The sensation was overwhelming—hot and wet and so good it bordered on painful. His hand wrapped around what he couldn't take, stroking in rhythm with his mouth, and my whole body was on fire.
I'd imagined this. God, I'd imagined this so many times. Late at night in this same bed, hand wrapped around myself, pretending it was him. Constructing the scenario with pathetic precision—what his mouth would feel like, what sounds he'd make, how his hands would grip my thighs.
But the reality obliterated every fantasy I'd ever built.
