Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“Mmm, you’re up early.” His voice is thick with sleep, but his lips press into my neck as he starts to flutter kisses along my skin.
“Yeah. I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” I inhale sharply as he kisses a particularly sensitive spot.
“What were you thinking about?” he asks softly, his lips still touching my neck.
“Mmm.” With a hum, I tilt my head slightly to give him better access. “I was . . . I was thinking about—” I gasp, and all other thoughts vanish as his hand slides low along my stomach and his foot rubs up to my ankle and then calf. “Ah, fuck, do that again.”
“Hmm . . . Do what?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I reach back and grasp his hip to hold him to me as I grind into his thigh. The pressure and friction are delicious, and I groan and arch back into him.
“Ah, god.” There’s a hot breath on my neck, and his hand presses insistently into my stomach, teasing at the low waistband of my sleep shorts. Any lower and he’d need to ask for permission first.
I fucking want him to.
His hot mouth skims along the back of my neck, stopping to suck and kiss just under my ear.
I grind against his thigh again with an obscene moan, and his cock throbs against my ass in response.
He lowers his head to my shoulder with another groan and rocks his hips forward, his hand still on my stomach, pressing me back and holding my ass against him.
Holy . . . fuck.
“That, Alex, that. Do that. Again.”
“You sure?”
“Fuck yes. Do it. Now.” I can’t help how demanding my tone is, and I’m glad it doesn’t seem to faze him. He groans, and his cock thrusts against my ass again, rock hard and hot.
“That? That’s what you want?”
“Yeah,” I pant. “Yeah. Again.”
He does as I ask, grunting with each rock of his hips, and I close my eyes and arch my back slowly and deliberately with his rhythm, feeling every inch of his length slide against me.
It’s fucking perfect. He hisses out several expletives, which I secretly smile at, and his palm flattens low on my stomach, his fingers slipping under my shorts and then under the waistband of my briefs.
“Mmm, can I—”
“Fuck, yes.”
He laughs. “You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“It doesn’t matter. The answer is yes.” I let go of his hip and slide my hand up and back into his hair, my fingers threading through the short strands, and I encourage him as I arch back into him again and again. I’m hard and aching, and I need him. Now.
His fingertips trace a path downward, confident and sure, and he slows as the backs of his knuckles graze along my length.
God. My skin’s on fire, and I’m throbbing with want.
I screw my eyes shut, rock back into him, and moan, loud and breathless and rough.
Still, he takes his time, rubbing his cock against my ass while his fingers work their way to the base of my shaft and lower.
He wraps his hand around me for the first time and groans.
Then, rather than stroking me, his hand continues lower until he’s cupping my balls gently.
Hot tendrils of fire shoot all the way down into my toes, and I gasp as my hips jerk forward.
“Sh-shit. Oh god. Holy fuck, Alex.” I reach down, and with a groan of relief, I push my shorts and briefs down in front, freeing my hard cock.
He gives my balls another gentle squeeze, and then his hand moves upward to grip my shaft with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Like this?” he breathes against my neck, and he strokes me slowly, rocking against me with the same rhythm.
We both moan.
“Yesssss,” I hiss in approval. “Just like—yeah.”
“God, you’re perfect, Nico. This is—this is perfect.”
I cry out as his thumb brushes over my slit, spreading the drop of precum leaking from me.
“Perfect,” he breathes again, the single word sending a rush of heat straight to my groin, and he pumps my cock faster.
“Keep . . . keep going.”
There’s another hot puff on my neck. “You mean”—he pants—“you don’t want me to just stop. Right now. When you’re . . . so . . . close. Ah fuck, fuck, I’m—”
He grunts as he thrusts against me one more time, then his body goes rigid and his hips jerk as he comes. His hand’s still wrapped around the base of my dick, still stroking me, even as he groans through the last throb of his release.
“Alex . . .” I gasp his name, my voice needy and rough, and I feel his mouth on my neck, his breaths hot and fast.
“I’m here. I’m here,” he says, and he kisses my neck and then my cheek. And when I tilt my head toward him, he captures my lips in a wet, messy kiss. I moan, and he pulls back, breathing hard, his hand pumping my cock faster now. “Come. Come for me, Nico,” he whispers on a ragged breath.
And fuck, that’s what I needed. His voice, his touch, his everything. Hot pleasure and ache pool in my balls and cock, and I’m done for. I moan as I come hard, my shaft throbbing with each pulse of my release.
His lips are on mine again, worshipping me with soft, tender kisses as his hand releases my dick and caresses slowly back up my stomach. “Beautiful,” he breathes. “Beautiful and sexy.”
I’m too sated to speak, and I just lean back into him, breathing hard, my head tilted toward him so he can keep kissing me. That’s exactly what he does, too—he kisses me gently and slowly until we’re both breathing normally. Then he lowers his head to my shoulder with a quiet laugh.
“Is that . . . what you were thinking about?”
“Mmm, god, what?”
He chuckles, slides his leg out from between mine, and then tugs me over so I’m facing him.
My shorts are still pushed down in front, and there’s a mess on my stomach and shirt.
But he doesn’t seem to care about that at all.
He brushes a kiss on my forehead, then lowers his mouth to mine again.
The kiss is short but sweet and so tender.
I feel . . . loved. Loved and whole. At least right here in this moment.
I break away, dropping my chin, and he places another kiss on my forehead, wraps his arms around me, and pulls me into him, burying his head into the crook of my neck. He breathes in deeply and hums a soft sigh. My heart stutters.
I don’t think I want to leave this moment. Ever.
We lie there together for a few minutes, then he pushes up onto one elbow and leans down to kiss my forehead again. When he straightens back up, his eyes study me softly.
“When I woke up,” he says, “I asked you what you were thinking about. You were about to tell me. And then . . . we got distracted.” He arches his eyebrows, smirking.
Fucking adorable.
I grin and shake my head, and I reach up and push back the hair that’s fallen over his forehead. “It definitely wasn’t that, though I think that was just about the best way to wake up, ever.”
“I can agree with that.”
He’s watching me intently, the emotion in his eyes tempered by a flicker of concern. I inhale slowly and deeply.
“The truth—I was, um, thinking about college. You going to college, I mean. And California, and . . . jobs for me. And how I . . .” I shake my head and look away, unable to finish.
“And how we could make things work . . . ?”
I force a small laugh. “I didn’t get that far.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. You distracted me.”
He fake-scoffs. “I distracted you, huh?” He reaches up and touches my chin, tilting my head back so our eyes meet.
His expression is full of softness and understanding.
With a small smile, he leans in and kisses me.
“I’d love to meet you for lunch again. And then I’d love if you’d let me take you out for ice cream after work.
And then, I’d really love if we could take some time to talk about, um, what you were thinking about and maybe .
. . about last night, too.” His hand finds my forearm, and he caresses up and down as his eyes study mine. “Please.”
I swallow hard and nod, ignoring the flicker of uncertainty in my chest. “Okay. Yeah, I’d like that too.”
“Good.” His grin lights up, and it’s fucking gorgeous. He’s fucking gorgeous.
I stare at him for a few seconds, then I blink and reach down to pull up my shorts as I roll over away from him. “I, uh, should get cleaned up and changed. I don’t want to be late to work.”
“Yeah, of course. And now I’ve got a ton of laundry to do,” Alex mock-complains. I glance over my shoulder at him with a crooked smile and start to stand, but his arm catches me around the waist. He tugs me back to him. “One more kiss first?”
Ah, fuck. He’s too perfect.
“Okay, but just one,” I tease, touching my fingertips to his chin as I lean down to meet him.
He grins again. “That’s all I’m asking for.”
We kiss, slow and deep. And probably more than just once.