by Lane Hayes
Alex moaned, letting me set the pace as he melded his hips against mine and pressed our thickening cocks together through multiple layers of clothing. He raked his hands down my back and up again, sending a shiver along my spine. I combed my fingers through his thick hair and held him still as I devoured his mouth. I couldn’t get close enough. There were too many layers in between. I released my hold on his head when he broke for air and moved my hands down his back to rest on his ass. Alex purred appreciatively as he licked, then nibbled his way along my jaw and down my neck.
He pushed back slightly and began working on the buttons of my shirt. When he’d exposed enough of my chest to splay his hands over my pecs, he let out a hum of approval. I watched him through hooded eyes as he pushed the fabric off my shoulders and traced the contours of my chest. He lingered at my nipples, brushing them with the pads of his thumbs before tweaking them hard. An immediate pull of desire went straight to my groin, making me light-headed with need.
“Fuck!”
Alex bit my chin, then nuzzled his jaw against mine. Our end-of-day stubble created a tantalizing friction. I had a feeling it was intentional, as though he wanted to remind me I was with a man. I was moving into new territory. He was daring me to let go and forget everything but him. I wanted to laugh because honestly, there was no choice. He was all I could see. Alex was an all sensory experience. I could barely focus on the sounds he made when driven to distraction by his talented, roving fingers.
When his hands came to rest on my buckle, he pulled back to look into my eyes as though asking for permission to proceed. I answered by hooking my fingers into his belt loop and yanking him forward. He moaned with pleasure as he fell against me and stuck the tip of his tongue out in invitation for me to do the same. Just tongues. This wasn’t a kiss; it was a carnal prelude in perfect harmony with our busy fingers.
The sound of belt buckles and zippers gave way to heavy sighs the moment Alex’s warm hand closed over my hard shaft. He pushed my briefs over my ass to give himself room to stroke me with a firm grip. My heart raced unbearably. I closed my eyes in an attempt to fight for control.
“No. Open your eyes, Nate. This isn’t a dark club, and there’s no vodka to blame. This is real. Me and you. I want you to know whose hand is on your dick.” He pressed his body against me, trapping my hard-on between us and purred in my ear, “I want you to know who you’re going to beg to suck you off.”
“God, Alex,” I gasped.
“Not God, baby. Just me.” His chuckle was low and mischievous.
I had to laugh at his silly humor, though the mood and haze of longing was intense.
“I know who you are.” My voice sounded low and gravelly. I almost didn’t recognize it.
“Good.”
He backed up, tightening his hold on my aching cock as he resumed a languid stroking motion. I bit my bottom lip hard. My instinct was to shove my hips forward demanding more than he was giving. And I wanted to feel him too. This just wasn’t enough. I bumped his nose with mine and recaptured his mouth in a searing kiss.
“Alex,” I licked at his lips, groaning as his thumb caressed the tip of my cock.
“Hmm?”
“Let me feel you. Please.”
He turned his palm slightly and changed his hold, but he didn’t stop. He kept a steady rhythm. Up and down. Down and up. I pressed forward and reached for his ass to pull him closer. That got his attention. He slammed against me, letting go of my rigid member as he gyrated his hips hard against mine. Our mouths were fused, and our bodies were as close as we could manage, but it wasn’t enough.
“Come with me. I need to suck you. As much as I’d like to get on my knees and get to it, the hardwood floor is a killer.”
I pursed my lips and stared down at my wanton state. My shirt was undone, my pants were unzipped, and my rigid cock was sticking straight out. Alex was certainly disheveled, but he was still dressed for fuck’s sake. I felt the weight of his stare and the implication. He was giving me an out. If I’d changed my mind or had any reservations, now was the time to speak up.
Except I couldn’t talk. Maybe it was nerves or maybe I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t say. I nodded instead and bent to press a gentle kiss to his lush lips. He grinned as he stepped back.
“This way, Professor.”
He led me down a darkened hallway to his master suite. He stopped to pull the roman blinds across the wide bank of windows and turn on the dim light next to his king-size bed. The large room was decorated beautifully in navy with bright red accents. There was a low dark wood dresser with a flat-screen television across from the decadent four-poster bed. The end tables didn’t match, but they were obviously chosen to coordinate instead. A small, white-tufted linen chair and ottoman were perched near a built-in bookshelf against the back wall. Discarded clothing lay carelessly across the back of the chair, giving a sign someone actually lived in the perfectly appointed space.
Alex tossed the pillows somewhere in the direction of the overburdened chair and pulled the navy comforter back. He glanced up at me with a devilish grin and nodded meaningfully as he began disrobing.
“Take off your clothes. Everything, Nate. I want to see you naked.”
I inclined my head, shrugging my shirt off as I watched Alex. His fingers flew over the buttons of his shirt, then moved to finish the unbuckling and unzipping we’d begun in the kitchen. He shoved the fabric down his legs, stopping to quickly remove his shoes and socks. When he turned back with a wicked smile on his handsome face, standing naked and proud with his hands cradling his gorgeous erect cock, I gulped. Alex Reyes was a god. An incredibly beautiful man.
“You need help there?” he teased as he crawled across the white sheets to kneel in the middle of the enormous bed.
“Uh.” I adjusted my glasses anxiously. Fuck, what was wrong with me? I couldn’t let nerves get the better of me now.
Alex cocked his head and beckoned me closer with one finger. I inched toward the bed with my fingers under the elastic of my briefs. He leaned over so he was on all fours.
“Take them off,” he demanded sharply.
His position juxtaposed with his dominant tone made the command sound sexy as fuck. I obeyed quickly, toeing off my shoes and socks, and left everything in a pile on the floor in my haste to join him on the bed. When I fumbled to remove my glasses too, he stopped me with a lascivious grin.
“No don’t. Leave them. They’re hot. Come here.” Alex shifted to his stomach, then rolled over to his side.
The cool sheets and the touch of his warm skin were intoxicating. I let out a rush of air as I lay down facing him. I set a hand on his hip as he pushed his leg between my thighs and reached for my dick. I closed my eyes and was immediately reprimanded.
“Eyes open, Nate.” He scooted closer still and whispered in my ear, “I don’t want to take a chance you’re thinking about female parts while you’re in my bed.”
I laughed and wrapped my arm around him, loving the feel of his naked body.
“There’s nothing remotely feminine about you, Alex.”
He kissed my shoulder playfully, then licked a seductive trail to my left tit. He twirled his tongue in a sweet, sexy maneuver that made my eyes roll back in ecstasy. I held the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. He shifted slightly as he repeated the motion and then bit me. Hard.
“That hurt,” I snapped, pushing him away.
Alex chuckled maniacally when I smacked his ass. “Good things hurt a little. But you’re not ready for that yet. I only want you to feel good tonight.”
He rolled on top of me, covering me with his full weight as he rocked his hips against mine. Our cocks slid against each other, creating a mind-blowing sensation. He groaned into my mouth as I kneaded his ass, tilting my hips upward, desperate for friction. My heart beat like a drum when he pulled back and caged my head between his strong arms.
“I want to suck you, Nate.”
I nodded and pushed at his shoulders. I was to
o keyed up and in too deep to go slow now. Alex gave me a half laugh and a lopsided grin but didn’t budge. His eyes were lit with a glow I was beginning to understand meant trouble. We seemed to be on the same page, so I figured his brand of mischief might not be so bad after all.
“What are you waiting for?” I taunted, tucking my arms behind my head nonchalantly.
“Here’s the plan. I’m gonna devour you. Your dick is so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to suck you hard and deep, then lick your balls and do it all over again.”
“Holy shit.” I swallowed hard. “You talk a lot.”
“And then—” He licked an erotic trail from the center of my chest to my belly button before looking up at me, his wavy hair falling enticingly over his right eye. “—after I suck you dry, you’re gonna….”
I watched him, transfixed. He rose on his knees sending his perfect ass into the air as his tongue followed the light trail of hair down to my leaking cock. He held me with his right fist at my base and tapped my flesh against his tongue.
“Fuck, Alex, do it. Suck it,” I pleaded, pulling at his hair.
He looked up and smiled seductively as he licked my slit. I groaned and yanked at him harder, which only seemed to turn him on more. He flattened his tongue and licked me from base to tip, then moved up my body again to kiss my mouth. I shook my head in protest.
“Shh. I’ll take care of you, honey. Don’t worry. I have to finish explaining my plan.”
“Hurry it up,” I groaned.
Alex hummed as he held my cock against his lips. The sound reverberated through my body, sending shock waves up my spine.
“And then you’re gonna do the same for me. ¿Comprendes?¿Sí o no?”
There it was. The challenge. Sure, my cock was painfully erect, and that alone would certainly make only one answer possible, but when my mouth watered in anticipation, I knew there would be no hesitation whatsoever.
“Sí.”
Alex looked mildly surprised, but he covered it up quickly and settled on his stomach between my open thighs. I bent my knees and propped my head higher on the pillow behind me. No way was I missing any of this. He held my cock firmly, making sure my eyes were on him before he swallowed me whole. My hips shot off the bed. He made a small choking noise and backed off for a moment.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I like your enthusiasm. And your big dick.”
He stroked me a few times, then sucked me into his mouth again, hollowing out his cheek to accommodate my girth. It was sublime. The perfect amount of pressure and pleasure. Instinctively my hands flew to his head, greedily demanding more. I tried not to push. I meant to just run my fingers through his unruly hair and enjoy. But when he tugged at my balls, rolling them as he sucked wildly on my cock, I lost the battle and pushed my hips forward as I held his head in place. He was ready for it this time. He held himself still and allowed me to fuck his mouth at will. My balls tingled, and I knew I had to back off fast or risk coming too soon. I slowed my rhythm and let my head fall back against the pillow.
Alex released my dick and shook his head, then propped himself up and moved over me. “No. Eyes open, Nate. I want you to watch what I’m doing to you. Here. Lick my fingers.”
I complied, knowing speech was no longer possible. I didn’t know what he was up to, but everything he did felt really fucking good so far. He pushed at my knees, silently requesting me to widen them. Then he knelt back and covered my cock with his warm, wet mouth and set his spit-slicked fingers at my hole.
“Oh my God.”
“You like that? I want you to cum. I’m so fucking hard right now, Nate. I wish I could fuck you. Just tell me when you’re ready to shoot.”
He licked and sucked at the head of my dick, his eyes never wavering from mine. I felt his fingers tap at my entrance, and though part of me wanted to spread my legs wider still and beg him to fuck me, I knew I wasn’t ready yet. He teased my hole with a gentle caress and sucked my cock harder. The second he slipped his finger inside, I exploded. I didn’t have a chance to warn him, it all happened too fast. I cried out and pushed at his head, but he wouldn’t let go. He sucked harder, milking my cock through wave after wave of orgasm. When my limbs stopped trembling, he finally released me. He sat back on his heels with his left hand jacking his thick cock and stared up at me from between my bent legs, licking his lips.
“Alex, come here. Please.”
He looked drugged out in a sexy haze. I knew he heard me, but I wasn’t sure the words registered until I yanked at his arm and pulled him down to lie beside me. I moved over him and crashed my mouth over his, tasting my cum on his tongue. We groaned as we shared, licking and sucking in a frenzy.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Nate. Just put your hand on my dick.”
“No. I want to suck you too.”
He gave me a sharp look and licked his lips as though he was reconsidering. I didn’t give him a chance. I kissed him hard, then backed off to hover over his cock. He was so rigid; it had to hurt. I held him tentatively in my palm and studied the olive skin against my fair tone. Alex shifted to sit up.
“Nate? You’re fucking killing me here. I don’t want anything gentle right now. If you want to help, you need to get rough. Oh… that’s good. Very good.”
I swallowed him. I didn’t stop to think about what I was doing. Part of me wanted to shut him up and another part of me knew better than to let my brain start analyzing this. Yes, it had been a while, but I’d done this before. And once upon a time, I’d really liked sucking dick.
I pumped his flesh with my right hand and sucked him hard. Alex had no qualms about modesty in any form. He lifted his legs high and wide, wordlessly begging me for pleasure. He was thick, and his cock was dripping precum as I licked one side then the other before attempting to take all of him in my mouth again.
“Nate, that’s it. That’s—fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”
He shoved at my head. I let go, watching in fascination as ropes of cum shot across his stomach. He flinched when I sucked him back into my mouth, groaning in pleasure at the bittersweet tang of his essence. I was drunk on an old high I remembered loving. And fuck, he tasted amazing. I softened the pressure and licked the head of his cock like a cat as my lover quivered beneath me. When the last spasm of his release passed, he went completely lifeless, letting his arms and legs flop to the side.
I sat up and surveyed the room. The sheets were wrecked, the fluffy comforter was pushed to the foot of the big bed, and clothes were strewn everywhere. The man beneath me breathed heavily as he stared up at the ceiling. There was no mistaking the intense odor of sex in the air. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. God, it was good. Really very good.
“You okay?”
Alex turned on his side with his head propped on his hand and patted the empty space beside him.
“Yes.”
“Good. Kiss me, then.”
I lay down and snaked my arm over his hip as I pulled his body close and lowered my mouth over his. He hummed as he licked and swirled his tongue in his quest to taste himself on me. I chuckled and pushed him back gently with my nose.
“You’re a pervert.”
“Yep,” he agreed with a snort. “A hopeless, disgusting pervert. You don’t mind, do you?”
I laughed as I traced imaginary circles over his hip and along his thigh. “Not at all.”
We lay staring at each other for a long, quiet moment. My mind was strangely tranquil. No self-recriminating thoughts whatsoever. I was in bed, naked with a gorgeous man, and I felt fortunate to be there. No guilt. No regret.
“Thank you.”
Alex blinked and nudged his leg between mine. “For what?”
“I’m not sure how to explain, but it feels good to be here. It feels right.”
I wanted to keep going and tell him I was glad my first blowjob given by and to a man in fifteen years was with him. I wanted to say thanks for giving me the push I needed to let my fears go. I didn
’t want to freak him out, though. This was sex to him. Not a statement or a declaration of any sort. It was two men attracted to each other who wanted to get off. Period. I’d probably already said too much.
“Yes. It does feel good and right. Never let anyone tell you it’s wrong, Nate.”
I nodded, suddenly too overcome to speak. Someone many years ago had uttered those very words, but I hadn’t listened. I had been too young and too afraid. And then fate slammed like a prison gate, closing me off and taunting me with visions of what I could see but couldn’t have. I felt free now. Truly free. The door was open, and I could choose to fly when I was ready.
Eight
IN THE weeks following our initial Sunday evening in bed, we spent a great deal of our free time together. We shared meals, surfed, jogged. Neither of us had much time to spare during the week, but on the weekends we seemed to gravitate to each other. A text message asking if the other had eaten or felt like a jog was the perfect excuse to connect. Alex was easily one of the best-natured, most easygoing people I’d ever met. He was pleasant company after a long day in LA and someone I genuinely looked forward to spending time with on a weekend.
And yes, we almost always found a way into one of our beds. Physically, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt quite so satisfied. Alex was infinitely patient with my slow sexual rediscovery. Slow sensual massages with tongues and touch or rough groping and urgent blowjobs that left us breathless and shaking. It was all so new to me, though I’d been with a man before. Perhaps it was because I was an adult now and had a wider perspective. I didn’t answer to anyone. I was in a consensual arrangement with a guy I really liked. No expectations and no obligations.