Chapter 22
KINCAID
DrunkenPoet: What would you do to me first if you had me naked and at your mercy?
IndexEcho: Stare. Then touch.
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I was a selfish man; I knew this. But when I saw Alex, sleep-warm and irresistible, I had to have him. First, I washed the mountain off me and used the shower spray to warm my skin so I didn’t freeze him with my touch.
When I slipped naked into bed and wrapped myself around him, I started with gentle kisses under his ear, down his neck. Across his shoulders and down to his nipples. The skin tightened against my tongue as he let out a breathy noise.
“Shh,” I murmured. “It’s just the man from Spokane.”
Low laughter rumbled through his chest to my lips. “I hate you.”
“I adore you. You’re about the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”
His fingers moved into my damp hair. “Who are you, and where did you put my grumpy fire chief?”
I continued kissing a path down his stomach to the hair above the waistband of his borrowed pajamas.
“You smell like my shower stuff,” I said gruffly. That scent, especially after finding him in my clothes, was bringing out the same possessive feelings I always had when getting naked with Alex Marian.
“Mmm. It’s funny because grapefruit tastes like dirt and disappointment, but somehow, I’ve started thinking it smells delicious and sexy, and—oh, god, I need to stop talking,” he babbled, trying to push my head lower.
Though he sounded half-asleep, his dick was already hard enough to tent the pajama fabric. I pulled them down and revealed his cock, warm and stiff with a bead of precum at the tip.
I kissed the salty fluid off and yanked down the pants until he was completely bare. Then I moved to the bedside table and grabbed the lube and a condom.
“Grab your knees, baby,” I murmured. “Show me that tight little hole.”
There was still a little moonlight coming through the window, enough to make out the puckered skin squeezing tight when he pulled his knees up. I leaned in to lick a stripe across the musky skin. “Stay just like that.”
I licked and sucked and nipped until Alex was pleading for my fingers. “You want my cock tonight?” I asked, moving up so I could see his reaction.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Fucking finally.”
He’d begged me to fuck him during previous hookup sessions, but I’d held back. It wasn’t because I didn’t think he was ready. If he said he was ready, he was ready. The problem was me. I hadn’t been sure I was ready.
I’d talked a big game about this only being physical, but from the first time our lips had touched, part of me had known it would go like this.
That when I took him, when I buried myself balls-deep inside him, I wouldn’t be able to walk away or treat Alex Marian like anything other than mine.
Once we did this, it wouldn’t be casual anymore by any stretch of the imagination.
And after seeing him flustered around his family tonight, willing to lie to keep this thing between us private, I’d wanted to claim him so badly. Tell his family, put all of Legacy on notice that Alexander Marian was mine… and would be for a very long time.
“This isn’t a lesson,” I told him. “Tell me you know that.”
His eyes widened. “Okay.”
“It’s you and me.” I opened the condom and rolled it on. “Something real.”
Alex’s smile was wide, even though it was still sleepy, too. “Who knew you were soft under all those fire codes, Chief.”
I leaned up and kissed him while I slid two slick fingers inside him to help with the stretch. “Not soft,” I murmured against his lips. “Just happy.”
Alex’s soft gasps filled my cock, making me ache for him. I moved him onto his side and slid in behind him, notching his knee up to give me easier access and make it more comfortable. He was still relaxed and pliant from sleep and let me move him exactly where I wanted him.
“Tell me to stop or slow down, okay?” I murmured against the side of his face as I moved my cock between his cheeks to his hole.
Alex’s hands came up to hold the arm I had banded around his chest. My hand gripped his opposite shoulder as I worked hard not to go too fast.
As I began working my dick into his tight hole, he sucked in a gasp.
“Relax, baby,” I reminded him. “Take a breath, push out. Just like that.”
The tight heat of his body made my eyes roll back and my balls tighten. Fuck, he felt good. “So fucking tight for me,” I breathed. “You feel amazing.”
After a minute of my shallow thrusts, Alex’s butt moved back toward me, seeking more. “Judd,” he whimpered.
“You want me inside you, Firebug? Want to feel me fucking into your tight hole?” I squeezed his ass cheek with my free hand.
“Fuck, you’re making me lose my mind. Squeeze my cock.
” I let out a filthy groan as I pushed through the squeeze and bottomed out, my pubic hair brushing his ass and my balls resting on his inner thigh.
Alex moved his arm back to thread his fingers into my hair and hold my face next to his. His breath came in shallow pants. “You’re fucking huge.”
I pulled back and thrust gently forward again. Now it was his turn to groan.
Alex’s fingers tightened in my hair. “Oh god. Judd, fuck. Please move.”
My hips moved on their own, sliding back and pushing forward over and over until I was fucking him in a steady rhythm.
I pulled back enough to look down at where my cock was stretching him, at his rim, which was sloppy-slick and shiny with lube.
I moved my fingers down to rub my thumb across the taut, sensitive skin, and he whimpered.
“You’re so fucking hot like this, spread out on my cock.” My voice was rough with want, and I wondered how much longer I would last. He felt so fucking good.
I swiped some of the lube off my dick and pressed against his back again. When I wrapped my slick hand around Alex’s cock, he arched back into me before bucking his hips and pushing himself into my fist.
I jacked him quickly with the help of his own thrusting. He was out of his mind with pleasure, crying out and gasping, clutching at my hair and hand until he came with a shout and a shiver.
He was so fucking hot, so beautiful, and knowing I was the only person he’d allowed this close to him was just the cherry on top. As soon as I felt his hot release on my fingers and smelled it in the air, I thrust deep inside him one final time and came.
My orgasm shot white-hot from the base of my spine to my toes and fingers, leaving me a grunting, shuddering mess.
We were plastered together as close as two people can get. Our sweat-damp skin was touching from knees to neck, and I reached around him with both arms to hold him tightly, pressing kisses to the side of his face and neck.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said. “So gorgeous.”
I couldn’t stop praising him for his submission and surrender. For trusting me. For letting me have that experience with him.
“Stay right here. I’ll be back.”
I held the condom and pulled out, wincing at his discomfort and the mess until I could hustle into the bathroom and clean myself up. Once I’d brought out a wet cloth to clean him up, too, I moved in next to him and pulled the covers back up over us. “C’mere.”
I moved him so his head was on my shoulder and his arm wrapped around my middle, while my arm curled protectively over his shoulders. “You okay?”
He shuddered again. “God, yes. I can still feel you. But I also feel empty. It’s weird.”
“Mm.”
“Have you ever bottomed?”
“Yeah. And if you want me to bottom for you, I absolutely will.”
Alex moved up to rest his chin on my chest so he could look at me. “You were so closed off at first. It’s strange hearing you suddenly be so open.”
I brushed the wild hair off his forehead. “I didn’t want to let go of the man I still had feelings for.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“I caught feelings for another man,” I said with a smile. “Either that or I’ve decided you need a full-time fire-safety officer to make sure you don’t get into trouble. One of the two.”
His laughing eyes flashed in the darkness. “Is that what I am? Your pet project?”
I nodded. “Someone has to keep you safe, baby, and it’s clearly going to take expert-level care.”
We fell asleep exchanging soft teases and kisses. And in the morning, he was gone. Off to a family thing and then straight into work.
I made my way to the station house, where things were already heating up with more calls than we had crew for.
I spent the rest of the day in resource-management mode, coordinating with nearby counties and state agencies.
Just before I was set to head out, another call came in.
This time, there was a railcar derailment in nearby Roscoe requiring as many volunteers as possible.
I grabbed my gear, along with McMasters and Sujo, and headed out.
The following ten days were another batch of heavy-load workdays either for Alex or me so that we only had a few more late nights together before we both headed out to our respective trips, he to his sister’s wedding and me to the conference in Spokane.
Believe me, I teased the fuck out of him for actually sleeping with someone in Spokane.
Once we were a couple of states away from each other, we were left with only a few text exchanges here and there as we could each catch a free moment.
Which was why I was shocked to get an invitation to join the Flint app from TimberAlex one night.
I clicked to download the app, quickly created a login, and checked out the message waiting for me. If Alex wanted to send me racy pics, all he’d need to do was text them to me.
When I opened the first message, there was a photo of a naked torso from the base of the neck down to the top of the man’s pubic hair, showing the barest hint of a dick tip.
But I knew Alex Marian’s body like the back of my hand by now, and that was not my Alex in the photos.
The message read, “Hey Chief, I’ve got a hot fire for you to put out right here.”