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The way he drank me down as if he couldn’t get enough when I was certain he’d either spit out or pull off before I came? That has the power to make me put up with much more than I ever would. The thought of it scares me, but not enough to keep me from dipping my fingers into his mouth and relishing the feel of his tongue sweeping over them.
“You don’t have any idea how much you turn me on, do you?”
“I have an idea,” Alex says after I pull my fingers from his mouth.
He sweeps his tongue out, swiping at the tip of my unflagging cock. The man is like a shot of Viagra, and I don’t imagine my cock will flag at all so long as he stays on his knees.
I pull his hand up, inserting his fingers into my mouth. His eyes swim with desire, arousal making his cheeks pink. His breathing shifts, turning a little more ragged than it was before.
“How do you feel about this?” I ask, manipulating his hand in mine as I trail it down my abdomen. The trail of spit left behind on my skin thrills me, the coolness compared to the heat coursing through my veins in contrast with each other.
I spread my legs a little as his guided hand sweeps down my taut sac.
He stops me, his arm stiffening after just the first brush of his fingers behind my nuts.
I take a deep breath, reasoning that I’m pushing him too far too fast. Showing disappointment right now would be too akin to coercion, and I’m just not the type.
“I’m not ready to go that far,” he says, his words sounding like an apology.
I nod in understanding. I taunted him earlier, my anger getting the better of me. I fully expected him to leave, and I just needed to get in the last words, a consolation prize of sorts for the way he made me feel when all I wanted was a little fun. I never intended for those words to make him drop to his knees.
“Please don’t be mad,” he says, his words a confession of vulnerability.
“Never,” I assure him. “I want to take care of you, though.”
I pull him up, my lips finding his the second they’re within reach.
“You taste like cum.”
He shudders, his lips pulling up into a smile against my mouth.
I reach for him, expecting to have to unzip his pants, only to find his wet-tipped cock instead.
I pull back an inch or so, looking down.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to come again,” he whispers.
“Again?”
“Sorry,” he says. “I made a mess.”
I take a step back, the jeans around my knees making it hard to move quickly.
“Fuck,” I mutter, seeing the result of his own orgasm pooled on my clothes.
“Sorry,” he repeats.
“No,” I snap, cupping his jaw and forcing his eyes up to mine. “Do you know how fucking hot it is that making me come had the same effect on you?”
He licks at his dry lips.
“Might be hot, but now I’ve missed out on a blow job because I came like a teenager.”
The disappointment in his voice makes me grin.
I release his face, taking another half step back before bending over to pull off my shoes and jeans.
His eyes are on me the entire time, his gaze raking down my body when I straighten to pull my shirt over my head.
“Who said you’re not going to get one?” I ask, motioning with one hand toward his erection. “Looks like you’re ready.”
“It might take too long to get me off.”
“There’s no such thing as too long,” I say, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt.
He lifts his arms, those perfect little muscles along his ribcage that look like fingers rippling with the motion. I can’t get over this man’s body. I have definition in most of the right places, but he’s utter perfection even in all those hard-to-train spots.
“I want to lick you from head to toe,” I confess. “Every fucking inch of your body.”
His breath hitches, and I bite my lower lip to keep from laughing, having a very good idea of the spots he’s thinking of my tongue exploring.
“Yes, Alex. Even there.”
Once I get him fully naked, and he stands there, stock-still, letting me get my visual fill of his body, I take him by the hand and guide him into the bathroom.
“It’s going to be a little cramped,” I say. “My shower is nowhere near as big as yours.”
“It’s perfect,” he says in a way that makes me believe he isn’t just placating me. “It makes us—”
His words fall away, and I follow his line of sight, a slow grin spreading across my face at his discovery.
“Look familiar?” I grin at the sight of the lube and sex toy on the small shelf in the shower stall.
