“Alex,” he mimics.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.” He leans in and drags his lips along my jaw. “I’ve been thinking about it all morning.” His mouth finds the spot below my ear that he’s figured out doesthingsto me, and I grip his wrists tighter and try to remember what I was even saying.
The gym. Ryan. Right.
“Ten minutes,” he says, his breath right against my ear. “And then you can go.”
I hold out until he runs his tongue along my earlobe. An embarrassingly short amount of time.
“Fine. Turn around.”
He’s off the counter before I even finish the sentence, looking back at me over his shoulder with an expression that no one would be able to resist.
I yank his boxers down, no time for teasing today.
“Finally,” he breathes out.
“You’re so impatient.”
“I know, so fuck me.” He pushes back against me, and I tighten my grip on his hips to still him.
“Hold on.”
“Alex—”
“I said hold on.” I reach beside him for the drawer where I’ve started keeping things, since this is one of Mike’s favorite places to seduce me. He chokes out a laugh.
“You put lube in the kitchen?”
“You’re the one who always wants to fuck in here.”
I take my time opening him up, because I’m not rushing thatever, and Mike falling apart on my fingers before we’ve even started is something I’m mildly obsessed with. He’s already squirming by the time I push two fingers in, dropping his head forward, his knuckles clutching the edge of the counter until they turn white.
“You’re going slow on purpose,” he grumbles, cutting himself off when I curl my fingers, making his whole body shudder. “Oh, you’re such a—”
“I’m what?” I add a third finger, and he whimpers, fucking back on them.
I line up and push in slowly, one hand clutching his hip and the other flat on the counter beside his, and he actually exhales, finally getting what he’s been asking for.
“Okay?” I check, because I have to.
“So okay,” he responds, putting his hand over mine, leaving it there.
I fuck him slowly at first, unhurried despite the time, savoring the feeling of him wrapped around my cock. He drops his head forward and takes it, rocking back to meet me, quiet sounds escaping his mouth.
“Faster,” he says, and I give it to him now without pause.
“There, right there, don’t stop,” he gasps, and I can tell by his voice that he’s already close, so instead of drawing it out, I reach around to grasp his cock. “Alex, fuck—”
He comes with his forehead against the cabinet, moaning loud enough that the neighbors can probably hear, and I follow him over not long after, pressing my mouth to his shoulder to muffle the sound.
We stay there together like that, my cock softening inside of him, catching our breaths, but not for long. “Okay,” I say, against his back, kissing him there because I can. “I really have to go now.”
He giggles, in that hysterical way he gets after I did a good job fucking him. “Yeah, okay.”
I pull out of him and clean up the come from the floor while he leans against the counter, his boxers back on, and steals the rest of my eggs without asking, looking thoroughly satisfied now that he got what he wanted.
