“Come on,” Alex urged, “what have you got to lose?”
“How about my dignity and self-respect?”
“Jeez, you’re uptight, aren’t you?” Alex only intended to goad Paul, nothing more, when he reached down to fondle the man’s cock. He couldn’t hide his shock upon discovering that not only was Paul generously endowed, but hard.
9
ALEXfound himself in a most unusual position—for him—back pressed against the wall, pinned in place by Paul, who growled, “You have no intention of letting this drop, do you?”
Alex met Paul’s hot glare, a mix of rage and something indefinable, and simply answered, “Nope,” knowing he skated on thin ice.
“If I say yes, will you leave me the fuck alone?”
What?Paul said yes?The triumphant smile on Alex’s face effectively hid his disappointment. Paul had been the only man, hell, onlyperson,to ever refuse him, and now it seemed he’d given in like Alex’s other conquests. The acquiescence felt strangely close to betrayal.
Faint puffs of breath ghosted over his face when his captor leaned in and delivered an ultimatum. “Fine. We do this my way. I’m calling the shots. You’re only along for the ride, understand?”
Unprepared for this totally new side of the man, Alex’s resolve disappeared and he nodded his agreement, never imagining Paul fully intended to assume control, or that so diminutive a man was even capable of dominance. Alex decided to play along, for now, and in time turn the tables, proving once and for all who was boss.
Smoldering eyes sparked like coals as Paul glared, and Alex feared being reduced to ashes under the power of the sizzling gaze alone. For the first time, he realized he’d underestimated his opponent, and a shiver of uncertainty crept up his spine, rendering him speechless. It had been so long since he’d experienced the pulse-quickening-breath-holding feeling that he almost didn’t recognize the sensation for what it was: fear. Heady, delicious, overwhelmingly sensual fear.
Suddenly, the warmth disappeared when Paul stepped back and stood motionless a few feet away, watching. He turned, the heels of his brown loafers clicking across the marble tiles toward the staircase.
“Where are you going?” Alex asked, recovering from his shock enough to speak.
An arrogant sneer seemed out of place on a normally considerate and compassionate face, though it bore a vague familiarity too. Alex realized he’d frequently worn a similar expression himself.
“You hardly expect me to take you to my bed and risk disturbing Alfred, do you?” Paul’s condescending tones once more reminded Alex of himself.
The mention of Alfred hardened Alex’s heart, reminding him who, or rather what, he dealt with. No one conquered Alex Martin, especially not a two-bit gold-digger. Determined to win this game at any cost, he calmly replied, “What are we waiting for?”
Paul resumed his trek up the staircase. He topped the landing and gazed down at Alex, raising a haughty eyebrow. “Well?”
A business deal, not true desire.Alex was fully aware of the nature of their agreement. That still didn’t keep his cock from hardening, his favorite fantasy image coming to mind. Lying naked against the comforter of the massive bed upstairs, his dream-Paul writhed provocatively against turquoise satin, a seductive smile playing across his generous lips. After a moment’s hesitation, Alex followed, taking the stairs two at a time, justifying to himself that he wasn’t betraying his uncle, merely protecting him.
They met on the landing and walked silently side by side. Paul opened the door to Alex’s bedroom, and with a grand sweeping gesture, ushered Alex inside. Light spilling from the partially open bathroom door provided the only illumination. No sooner had they entered than Alex found his back pressed to the wall once again. He barely registered the predatory gleam in Paul’s eyes before full lips took possession of his own. When he opened his mouth in surprise at the unexpected assault, his attacker took full advantage, plunging in and delivering a sizzling kiss, the likes of which Alex had often dealt but never before received.
Alex moaned in spite of his earlier plan to fuck the man, expose him for a money-grubbing slut, and walk away without a backward glance. Enjoyment had never figured into the picture—until now. Unexpectedly gentle hands caressed his chest through the sheer silk of his shirt, his traitorous nipples responding, forming stiff peaks against the gossamer fabric. A scant second later, those hands brutally grasped the lapels and jerked, ripping the shirt from neck to waist, mother-of-pearl buttons pinging against the walls and floor.
“Hey!” Alex protested, silenced when a hot mouth enveloped his nipple, tonguing and sucking the sensitive bit of flesh. Again he moaned, as skillful hands traced his chest, raising goose bumps with whisper-soft caresses.
Paul’s mouth worked magic on the sensitive areas of Alex’s neck while callused hands deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his straining fly, freeing the needy flesh within that, apparently, had no problem consorting with the enemy.
Paul soundlessly dropped to the floor, taking Alex’s slacks with him. Cool air caressed newly exposed skin, followed by a warm wetness encasing his balls as first one, then the other was enveloped in an eager mouth. It required every ounce of Alex’s fortitude to remain upright on trembling knees. One final lick to his sac, and then Paul’s tongue lapped a wide swath up the underside of his cock. A contrasting coolness followed the warmth, Paul blowing against the damp skin, sending chills down his spine. A fervent tongue worshipped his cock and balls, alternating with cool puffs of air, leaving him gasping and begging for more. Finally, after much teasing, Paul’s mouth engulfed his erection, and Alex thrust into the welcoming cavern.
Gaze locked with Paul’s, Alex couldn’t turn away. The sight of his nemesis, lips stretched wide while putting each and every previous blowjob to shame, took Alex’s breath away. Alex reminded himself of their agreement, for nothing in Paul’s actions indicated anything other than a passionate encounter between two willing men.
Alex braced himself against the wall, in real danger of falling. When he’d nearly reached his breaking point, Paul changed rhythm, taking Alex down his throat. Alex choked off a startled cry.
Lacing his long fingers into the silky darkness of Paul’s hair, Alex surrendered to the pleasure, carefully avoiding thrusting too hard, no matter how badly he wanted to. Despite how he might have felt about them personally, Alex prided himself on being thoughtful with his lovers—until he’d fucked them, rather. Then he tried not to think of them at all.
Slowing his movements, Paul lifted each of Alex’s feet and removed shoes, socks, and slacks before resuming his sucking with wild abandon, fingers brushing the sensitive skin where thigh met groin, then moving up to cradle Alex’s tightening balls.
“Oh, God,” Alex moaned. “Baby, you’re good at that. Keep it up and I’m gonna blow.”
The sinful mouth disappeared.
“Wha…?”
