“Fuck yes,” he said on an exhale.
“Right?” There was something so incredible about the slide of two dicks against each other. Sure, I loved fucking, but I would happily get off this way again and again.
My hand wouldn’t fit around both of us, but Alex didn’t seem to mind. He thrust into my grip as I jerked us with fast, borderline rough strokes.
Alex clung to my hips, sinking his fingers into the sides of my ass. He massaged my flesh as though praising me with his touch for my treatment of our cocks. “Fuck, you know how to work a dick.”
I loved everything about this—the feel of two thick cocks in my hand, the constant slide against him, knowing I was making him feel as good as I felt. It was a sensory high and a power trip all wrapped up in one heady hand-fuck, and I never wanted it to end.
He bit his lower lip, making it puffy, red, and slick. It drew my gaze with a power I couldn’t ignore. Once again, I had the overwhelming urge to kiss him. To feel his mouth move against mine as we soared closer to the edge.
I groaned.
We didn’t kiss. It was an intimacy too far. One that would make this more than two coworkers scratching an itch.
But God, it was tempting.
Alex’s hips bucked at the same time his grip on me intensified. “Shit.” The back of his head hit the door again. “I can’t hold off. Your cock feels too damn good against mine. I gotta come. Tell me you’re close.”
The way he cared if I was there, too, made an unfamiliar gooey warmth spread through my chest. “Yeah,” I rasped. “I’m fucking close. Do it. Come all over us.”
“Oh fuck.”
My eyes locked on his face as he jerked against me, and less than a second later, warmth filled my hand. Bliss overtook his expression, heavying his eyelids and giving him the hottest fucked-out look in his eyes. Damn, he was gorgeous when he came.
I used his load as additional lube, and two strokes later, I followed him over the cliff. Pleasure uncoiled from my center, shooting out my dick and joining the mess he’d made. I couldn’t help but spread our combined release all over our dicks, coating us from tip to root. If it was too weird, too intimate, Alex didn’t say. He merely sagged against the door with a satisfied grin.
“So this is a pretty sweet apartment you got yourself.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Glad you think so. The welcoming committee doesn’t offer this VIP service to just anyone.”
He tensed. Goddammit, I could have kicked myself. What the hell did I even mean by that?
After clearing his throat, Alex glanced down. “You, uh, gonna let me go at some point?”
I blinked. Shit. I still had our cocks in my hands like a fucking creeper or someone too enamored to let go. “Sorry,” I said as I released them and took a step back.
“Mind if I use the bathroom to clean up? I got class in an hour and can’t really show up like this,” he said, indicating his sticky cock.
“Yeah, of course. Whatever you need.”
“Thanks.” He yanked his pants up high enough to walk, then headed off to my powder room without another word.
I took his vacated spot, resting against the door.
What the hell were we doing? What the hell was I doing saying things someone would say to a boyfriend? Alex was probably in the bathroom making himself vomit. If there was one thing I knew, it was that Alex might enjoy getting off with me, but he didn’t like me. He’d made that clear for years, not that I didn’t deserve it. However, the conundrum I found myself in now was that I did like him.
I liked him a lot.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ALEX
Over the next few weeks, I made a series of poor decisions.
Every one of them involved Ryder and his cock.
I couldn’t stay away. I’d become an addict, crawling back for another hit time and time again, despite the destructive nature of my actions.
