by E. D. Parr
Alex’s orgasm started in his lifted, aching balls. It spread out in delicious waves through his thighs, under his ass, and then flew along his cock with such intensity, he grabbed the beast’s head, and pushed his tongue into the man’s mouth. He thrust into the man’s fist and moaned onto his open lips.
When the orgasm finally waned, Alex slumped on the wall.
His red-hot lover tidied his clothing all the time gazing with dark eyes at Alex’s body “Do you need help dressing? I knew you’d be wearing black CK’s. You have the best and biggest cock I’ve ever seen. You’re gorgeous. What’s your name?” He started helping Alex pull up the jeans and underwear that Alex had left down his thighs so that his still throbbing cock had time to shrink a little.
Alex finished the job. “My name’s Alex. What’s yours?”
The beast smiled softly. “Blake. Thanks for this. I know I’m not much to look at but you’ll never know how good it was to be kissed, and…” He set the elevator moving.
Alex traced his fingertips down the beast’s spine. He leaned around to Blake’s mouth and kissed him. “You are gorgeous.” He followed the scar on Blake’s face with kisses, all the way from his forehead where it started to Blake’s angled jaw where it stopped.
Blake sighed.
The elevator stopped.
Alex bent and picked up the file box.
Blake snatched up his briefcase.
The car doors opened.
They walked out together.
Three people waiting for the elevator gave them questioning looks.
Blake stopped next to the ground floor coffee shop doors. “Do you want to get a coffee?”
Alex had other business. “Sorry, Blake, I have somewhere to be. Maybe another time…” He regretted declining the moment the words were out, but he did have to go.
Blake’s expression filled with emotion suspiciously as if he felt hurt. He shook his head. “Of course. I’ll see you around, huh.” He jammed his briefcase under his arm and pulled the file box from Alex’s hands. He turned away and left the building. The case slid a little and he faltered then strode off.
Alex couldn’t watch him go.
Chapter Four
The taste of cum still sweet in his throat, Alex licked his bottom lip as he strode to the docking platform where his cradle was absent from its park. He climbed the short ladder and locked the access gate so that no one was able to fool around with any controls. Temptation to chase in the direction Blake went to try catching him up, bit at Alex. He pushed it away. His thoughts tumbled. Blake filled his mind and heart. Alex couldn’t wait to see him again. He returned to the office entrance and went to the plaque on the wall that detailed who occupied which floor. He scanned the list. Blake Aster, Attorney at Law. Fuck, he’s a lawyer.
Alex’s stomach lurched. He felt as if all his blood drained from his toes. He stood in front of the information plaque and heaved a sigh. I really wanted to get to know him. Fucking hell. He turned on his heel. The elevator doors were closing. He ran to catch it. “Hold the elevator.”
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Blake Aster dropped his briefcase on the sidewalk at the corner of the block. He put down the file box. People streamed around him, stepping over his case. He picked it up. A dent showed in one corner. Blake’s heart sank. The sexy encounter in the elevator initially raised his hopes, but as soon as Alex declined coffee, Blake’s happiness drained away.
He put the briefcase on top of the box and picked both up again. His car was parked on the next street through an alleyway between buildings. Blake slowly walked there. He relived the sex, the feel of Alex’s mouth around his cock, the scorching hot kisses, Alex’s enormous cock in his fist—his stomach clenched. Blake shook his head. I wish it hadn’t happened. He’s made me long for something I’ll never have. Then Blake recalled the way Alex kissed along the path of his scar. Would he do that if he thought me repellant? Would he have done anything if he thought I was ugly? Blake stood next to his car. He balanced the box on the hood and fished his key from his jacket pocket.
With the car unlocked, Blake opened the trunk and dropped the load in there. Some guys don’t care what another guy looks like as long as they get sex, a fuck, jerked off… Blake warned himself against hoping again. He sat in his car. His shoulders drooped. Not that looks are everything, but, but… Blake checked his face in the rear view mirror. That’s bad.
He started the car and eased out of the parking space he rented at the back of the Fifth Street bakery. Before he edged into the passing traffic, Blake straightened his tie. It had become loose in the sexual scuffle of the elevator incident. Blake ran his hands through his hair. He’s too young for me anyway, too young, too hot… He couldn’t put Alex out of his mind. Maybe I’ll see that plastic surgeon after all.
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Alex stepped out of the elevator on the top floor. He stood for a few moments, surveilling the area. There were no video cameras as far as he could see, unless the landscape painting on the wall held one. He approached, feigning interest in the art as best he could, in case there was someone watching him. Then he saw it. A tiny lens disguised as a rose carved in the frame. Alex assessed it. Closed circuit … might be recorded … might just be to see who’s at the door. He turned away.
The doorbell wasn’t audible when he rang it.
A young woman opened the door.
Alex had expected the man he’d seen earlier. He gave her a charm-filled smile.
“Sorry to bother you. I’m the window cleaner. I need to get through to the roof garden. My cradle is parked out there.” He amended what he’d planned to say regarding advice from his firm, since he spoke to someone new.
The girl looked him up and down. Her gaze settled on his chest for a few seconds then ran the length of his right arm where a Celtic style tattoo ran from under his t-shirt sleeve and wound over his muscles.
Alex made a small sound designed to tell her he waited for her answer.
She shrugged. “Sure.” She opened the door wider.
Alex walked in. “You’ve just moved in huh? Nice place. I wanted to see it when it was empty, but missed the opportunity. You live here?” He frowned his question at the girl.
“There’s nothing that says we can’t, but this is a showroom for my dad’s business.”
Alex flashed her look full of sex. “You work here?” It would be good to have her think he was interested in seeing her around.
She visibly basked under his gaze. “Sometimes.”
Alex forged ahead. “Oh, yeah … so what business is your dad in? I don’t see any display cases.” He cast a glance around the place, gathering information about security, door placement—all the things he’d need to know if he decided the place was worth a visit in the night.
She led the way to the windows. “Design…” Then as she pushed the sliding door part open she glanced over her shoulder at him. “Jewelry design.”
Alex raised his eyebrows at her and went closer. “Wow, can I see some?”
The girl hesitated. “There’s nothing here yet … not worth seeing anyway.”
Alex moved gently away. “I might see you again, huh?” He saw delight in her eyes.
“Sure, if you clean the windows often enough.”
Alex planted another seed in her mind. “We do the insides, too, if you get tired of cleaning them yourself.” With that, he went to the suspended scaffold and stepped in. He clipped himself onto the safety rope, closed the gate on the cradle, and pressed the button. The cradle vibrated for a moment and then descended. Alex waved to the girl.
He considered what he’d found out. Standing in the room with the girl, the place had echoed slightly as if rooms he couldn’t see were empty. The motion detectors on both sides of the large room he’d been in weren’t high-tech. The furniture was sparse and cheap. Alex frowned a little as he docked the cradle on the parking platform, secured the Perlon rope with the special locking hook, and opened the cage to descend the short ladder. He locked up again
before he swung himself down the steps. Maybe there’s nothing worth having up there. Hell and damnation I could have spent more time with Blake.
****
Blake poured a shot of whisky and took it to the desk in his study. He sipped it as he sat on the dark leather desk chair, and then popped the glass onto the pockmarked oak surface with a muffled click.
He stared at the screen of his laptop. The notes for the case the social worker asked him to take displayed. A young man, known for some antisocial behavior, seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. His prints were on stolen items. He’d been charged with theft, but maintained he’d found the goods in the back alley where he’d been swooped upon by the law. She told Blake she believed the guy was innocent. Blake reviewed the material. The young man had refused a lawyer because as he said, “he didn’t do it,” meaning the theft. Now, of course, he realized he needed one.
Blake digested the information in the notes. There were huge holes in the case against the boy. He sighed. The words danced in front of his eyes as thoughts of Alex assailed him. Maybe I’m tired. I’ll do better tomorrow. I’ll get this kid off.
He closed the document and shut down his laptop.
Chapter Five
Alex had no reason at all to clean the windows on the north side of the eighth floor three days after he’d already cleaned them, but he couldn’t resist checking on Blake. He stopped the cradle outside the window and stared in.
Blake sat at his desk with his back turned and a cell phone clamped to his ear.
Alex traced the broad shoulders in the navy blue jacket with an appreciative gaze. He watched Blake gesture in the air as he spoke on the phone and fondness grew in his heart. Alex waited for Blake to turn around and see him. He was playing with fire. This hot guy couldn’t be allowed to find out what his hobby was. Alex excused his past larceny. I could turn over a new leaf. I could stop right now and go after Blake. Couldn’t I? I want him. I want to know him.
Blake swiveled the chair around, threw down his phone as if annoyed, and stood. He hadn’t seen Alex—that much was obvious. Then he raised his head.
Even from across the room, Alex saw the surprise and pleasure enter Blake’s eyes. He raised his hand in a little wave. His heart hammered. His stomach churned.
Blake walked to the window and gazed at Alex.
Alex’s usual flirtatiousness deserted him and was replaced by a serious need to be close to Blake. He glanced around. Unless someone looked up from the street, he didn’t expect anyone could see him. He pulled up his t-shirt, displaying his torso to Blake, teasing and seducing the man he’d set his heart on. He hitched the hem in the neckline, and with a deliberately slow move, he unzipped his jeans. His cock strained at his black underwear. The tip already poked from the top and his stomach clenched when Blake ran his fingertips across the glass at cock height.
Blake gazed at Alex’s cock and ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
Alex’s senses went into overdrive. He ached to touch Blake. Instead, he pulled his dick from his CK’s, and pumped a couple of times.
Blake’s eyes darkened and his expression filled with desire.
A moan escaped Alex. A frown creased between his eyes. Desperation to be with Blake threatened to drive him to his knees. He gazed at Blake.
Blake backed away.
The bulge in Blake’s pants told Alex, Blake wanted him. The look in Blake’s eyes spoke of tenderness and sex. Disappointment flowed over Alex as Blake left the window. The glass couldn’t be opened or Alex would have flung it open, jumped in, and offered his clenching ass to Blake for a fuck. He pulled his underwear over his throbbing, leaking cock. He dragged the zip of his jeans halfway up. His dick was so huge he couldn’t fasten his pants properly. When he looked up, Blake was back at the window. He held up a sheet of A4 paper.
Alex read the writing on there. “Come to the office.” He nodded as a smile of relief that Blake hadn’t rejected him spread across his face. He forgot about his t-shirt and descended the scaffold wishing the thing could go faster. He fumbled the locks and then practically ran to the building entrance. The elevator took an age to arrive. Alex yanked down his t-shirt hem when two women passed him staring and smiling.
The elevator doors opened on the eighth floor. Alex walked out. His cock pulsed. His thighs felt like Jell-O. He didn’t expect anyone else to be in the office, but when he went in, a woman looked up at him from behind a desk.
“Can I help you?”
Thoughts flashed through Alex’s mind. Were his pants zipped? No. He pulled on his t-shirt hem, to cover the fastening where the tip of his cock leaked against the denim. He opened his mouth to speak.
An interior door opened. Blake stood there.
Emotion rushed over Alex. He smiled at Blake. “Blake, er, Mr. Aster…”
“Kathy, will you field any calls for a half hour, please?” Blake gazed at Alex as he asked.
“Yes, Mr. Aster.” Kathy had her professional tone turned on.
“Come in, Alex.” Blake’s voice caressed Alex.
He soaked up the welcome in the tone—basked in the desire saturating Blake’s gaze. Alex went toward Blake in a daze of lust and some emotion he couldn’t identify.
The door closed as he stopped an arm’s length from Blake inside the room. He turned to Blake.
Blake surged against him, grabbed his ass, and kissed him.
Alex threw his arms around Blake’s neck and crushed him against his body, thrusting his cock on Blake and returning the kiss desperately.
Blake rubbed the hard column of his cock on Alex’s aching cock.
Alex pushed a hand between their bodies and pulled his cock out. He gasped into Blake’s mouth. “Fuck me, fuck me … I need it so bad, I can hardly think straight.”
Blake took a step away from Alex and gazed at his cock. He reached out his hand and traced up and down in a teasing motion.
Alex groaned.
Blake spun around and locked the door. Then he held Alex by his cock and brought him toward another door.
Alex’s breath left him. His cock leaked. His ass felt as if it was melted. His balls were so tight they hurt as he moved. He dragged off his t-shirt as he let Blake take him wherever the door led. He didn’t care where it led. All he could think of having Blake fuck him. The feel of Blake’s hand around his cock sent such intense thrills through him little sounds escaped his lips.
Blake let go of his cock and threw open the door.
Alex saw the bathroom beyond. The gleam of white tiles and glass made him blink.
Blake took his hands and pulled him in. He closed the door. “Do you have a condom?”
Alex nodded. “In my back pocket. I carry a lubed brand. I need extra-large.” His voice came out hoarse.
“Yeah, you do.” Blake bent and licked all the way along Alex’s cock. “I’ll never get all that in my mouth. Fucking hell, I can’t wait for it in my ass, but I’ll do you first.”
Spikes of desire and delight ran over Alex at Blake’s words. He undressed. His cock bounced on his clenched stomach muscles. He stood naked on the pale tiles in front of Blake. “Take off your clothes. I need you naked, but I’ll tear them off you if I do it.”
Blake undressed in what felt like slow motion to Alex.
As soon as Blake’s muscled chest was bare, Alex ran his hands over it. When Blake stood naked, he clasped his lover to his body thrusting on him, rubbing his pre-cum all over Blake’s hard stomach, and groaning. “Fuck, fuck…”
Blake had a condom in his hand. Alex didn’t know where it came from only that it wasn’t his. Blake must carry one in his pocket just the same as he did.
Alex snatched the pack from Blake’s hand and tore it open. He rolled it onto Blake’s engorged dick and his breath left him in a whoosh with the anticipation of having it in his ass. His fingertips slid on the transparent condom slick with lube. He looked around. The hand basin offered a place to lean. He bent over it offering his ass to Blake.
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nbsp; Blake’s body covered his back. Blake kissed along the back of his neck raising goosebumps and sending tingles down Alex’s stomach. Then Blake bumped the head of his cock at the entrance to Alex’s ass. He couldn’t breathe. A frown furrowed between his eyes as the pain of waiting to fuck became an urgent need.
Blake thrust his cock in.
Alex groaned. His cock throbbed and a place under his balls zinged with pleasure.
As Blake thrust, he ran a hand around Alex’s hips and grasped his cock. He held Alex’s thigh with the other hand.
The thrusts became pounding. With every slide of Blake’s cock into his ass, Alex moaned. With every pull on his cock from Blake’s grabbing hand, Alex whispered, “Fuck.” His orgasm burned over him and he came so hard he shouted. He thrust his cock into Blake’s fist.
Blake rammed his cock into Alex’s ass. He slowed as he groaned. “Fucking hell, this is awesome.”
Alex clung to the hand basin. His legs threatened to buckle. His cum had shot up his chest and now it trickled off. His voice wouldn’t work and he had to try twice to speak. “I’ve had some sex in my life but nothing’s ever felt as good as this.”
Blake laid his face against Alex’s back and kissed him.
Alex sighed. “I want that kiss on my lips.”
Blake gently slipped his cock from Alex’s ass.
Alex stood and turned to Blake. He pulled Blake into his arms.
Blake ran his hands into Alex’s hair and kissed him in a gentle meeting of their lips.
The tenderness in the kiss soothed Alex. He clung to Blake and returned the kiss, a soft merging of lips, on lips that parted for his tongue. He touched Blake’s tongue with the tip of his own and a wave of tenderness made him sigh. He drew away and rested his face on Blake’s shoulder. “I wish we were in bed. I’d like to hold you and talk for a while. I want to know you.” Alex raised his head and gazed into Blake’s eyes.