Chapter 18
KINCAID
IndexEcho: I can’t imagine you ever not being in my life.
DrunkenPoet: Then don’t.
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I wasn’t proud of inserting myself into Alex’s date night with Will fucking Wascomb. But I also wasn’t sorry for it.
With Alex Marian naked and gasping beneath me, I was exactly where I wanted to be. Where I needed to be. He was so fucking responsive, so eager, that I cringed every time I considered him giving this to anyone but me.
“Hands to yourself,” I growled when he reached for his cock.
His chest heaved up and down with labored breaths as he tried his best to stave off his orgasm.
“You’re doing amazing,” I murmured before taking his cock back in my mouth. I moved my lube-slick fingers to his hole and teased him a minute before pressing my middle finger in a little bit. He squeezed around me instinctively, so I doubled down on his cock to distract him.
Saliva rolled down his sac to his ass, making everything wet and sloppy. He smelled so fucking good, and now he was covered in my spit, my touch, my scent.
I slid my finger deeper. His high-pitched cry of pleasure made my own cock even harder than it was.
It was taking all my self-control not to lunge up, slick myself, and thrust into his tight little virgin hole.
I wanted him with a desperation I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt.
This moment was hot as fuck, and his reactions were ramping me up until my skin was hot and flushed and my balls were heavy.
Just a little bit more of a reach inside him and…
“Ah! There! Oh, fuck, oh fuck!”
The salty tang of his release flooded my mouth as I continued stroking his gland and swallowing his cum.
When I pulled off him, I glanced down to where his hole was still stretched around my thick finger. As I pulled out slowly and watched it contract, I imagined my cum leaking out of it, too.
I quickly lurched up and reached for my cock, swiping some of the lube on it so I could stroke it quickly over the sight of Alex’s spent cock and his balls still dripping from my attention. Within moments, my release was streaked across his stomach and cock, adding to the mess.
My entire body shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Why was everything magnified with this guy?
I reached down and swirled my fingers through the cum on his lower belly. “Don’t do this with him.”
The words were out before I could stop them.
Alex sat up and reached for my face, pulling me in for a long, searching kiss. When he finally pulled back and met my eyes, he said, “I don’t think it’s possible to do that with him.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but it seemed like he was agreeing, so I left it alone.
“C’mon. I’ll wash you off.”
I stepped off the bed and pulled him up, keeping my hand around his until I had the shower on. I pulled him close while the water warmed up. “Good lesson or bad lesson?” I asked between more kisses.
“Mm. Incredible lesson. You’re the kind of professor who makes a guy consider changing majors just to get more time with him.”
I laughed and pulled him into the shower behind me before moving him under the warmth of the spray and wrapping my arms around him from behind. We stood together like that, with the water rushing around and between us, until I finally remembered I didn’t have unlimited hot water.
“I’ve never done this,” Alex admitted as I reached for the soap and began to wash him off. “Gotta say, I’m a fan. Ten out of ten, would naked co-shower again.”
“There’s a survey in your texts. If you don’t mind filling it out, you can earn a discount off your next one,” I said, moving him toward the wall and kicking his feet apart.
I soaped up the sweet cleft between his ass cheeks, taking my time and fingering his hole a little more. The quick intake of his breath was plenty of a reward, but seeing his cock fill again gave me all kinds of ideas.
“Ahh, youth,” I teased, moving my soapy hand around to his front and plastering myself to his back while I stroked him.
“Okay, fine,” he gasped. “Fifteen out of ten, but that’s my final answer.”
It didn’t take long to get another orgasm out of him, and by the time the water ran cold, he was already shaking from exhaustion.
I dried him off and nudged him into my bed to warm up under the covers. “Let me grab something for you to drink.”
When I came back with a couple of bottles of Gatorade, he was half-asleep under my duvet. “Hope you didn’t want me to leave because that’s not humanly possible,” he murmured.
“It’s okay. You’re welcome to doze as much as you need. But drink some of this first.”
It was silly, really, but part of me wanted to take care of him. And seeing Alex in my bed made me feel all kinds of things. He looked good there. And I could imagine sliding in beside him and wrapping myself around him for the night.
“You’re staring,” he said, the edge of his lips quirking up. “Is it the clown hair?”
I nodded and grinned. “It’s giving 1980s hair band.”
He reached up and patted it down, which did nothing to change the fact that it was sticking up everywhere in adorable flips and dips.
I shook my head. “Lost cause, I’m afraid. You’ll have to slink out of here before sunrise just to keep from being chased out of town.”
Instead of laughing or flipping me off, he dropped his smile and sat up. “Okay, but for real. Can we… not tell people about this?”
I was taken aback by the question. Not because I wanted to tell anyone I was sleeping with one of the restaurant owners on my inspection docket but because I hadn’t expected him to be the one asking for secrecy.
“Uh, there a reason, or…?” I asked.
I moved closer and sat down before threading my fingers in his messy hair. The faint scent of my own shampoo wafting off Alexander Marian did things to me. Caveman things.
“Yeah, my family. I don’t… they can’t…” He blew out a frustrated breath. “They’ll make something out of this. You and me. They’ll turn it into a dating thing, when we both know that’s not the case.”
Alex met my eyes. “I know this is just physical. Just for experience. But can it also be just for me? I really don’t want to have to explain to my sister that I—”
I leaned in and kissed him, hard. “Just you and me,” I agreed before kissing him again. I held him where I wanted him with a grip of his thick hair.
Why couldn’t I take my hands off this guy? What made him so different?
We kissed for a long time before he melted back against my pillows. “Killin’ me.”
Within a few moments, he was asleep. I looked over at the old digital alarm clock on my bedside table. Two twenty-three in the morning. We’d been fucking around for hours.
The full moon shone through the window enough to set milky stripes along his pale skin.
Don’t go out with Will Wascomb again.
If I thought it hard enough, maybe the message would somehow pass from me to him.
I got up to close the curtains and lock the front door. Before I came back to bed, I stopped at my laptop, which was still open on the kitchen table.
The investigator I’d hired had gotten back to me with a boilerplate explanation about how it would “take time” to narrow the search down to “quality leads” but that he already had a few “irons in the fire” and we were “off to a great start.”
I hesitated before hitting Reply.
Hey Tim,
Thanks for the email, but I’ve changed my mind about the investigation.
I was looking for closure, like I explained to you during our video call, but I think…
I think I’m going to let it go. Please let me know how much I owe you for the work you’ve already done, and I apologize if I’ve wasted your time.
Thanks again,
Judd Kincaid
I hit Send and felt a weight lift off my shoulders.
Max was right. DrunkenPoet had had a chance to find me for a while now, and I was easy to find.
The fact that he hadn’t come looking clearly meant he didn’t want to.
And I didn’t want to choose a ghost over a real, live, flesh-and-blood man who made me laugh, who made me think, who made me feel…
and who was literally in my bed waiting for me.
I closed the laptop and moved quickly toward the bedroom. Then I slid in beside Alex to hold him while he slept.