Chapter 14 Daniel #2
Grunts and moans rained over me, fueling the maelstrom of lust that fogged my mind. Actions and feelings were the only things that penetrated. Everything else ceased to exist. The litany of his words hummed in the background so far removed I couldn’t have made out the words if I wanted to.
Pinpricks danced over my scalp as he buried his hands in my hair and tugged on it. The pain blended with pleasure. Then his hips moved, fucking my face, gagging me with his dick. My cock pulsed. The base of my spine tingled. My nuts drew up.
The world stopped.
My groin clenched, then spasmed.
I groaned, the sound more a hum than anything else. Alex growled this loud, guttural sound.
Cum filled my pants and my mouth.
He pulled me off him, cum still shooting from his tip. It splattered across my face, dripping from my chin, catching in my lashes. I fell to my ass, resting against his leg, while breath rushed in and out as I tried catching my breath.
Fingers threaded through my hair, tugging on it until I looked up at him.
He slid down the wall, one I didn’t even realize he was resting against, and pulled me into his arms. Being cuddled by someone several inches shorter than me would’ve been odd, I thought, but no.
Nothing about Xander was odd. My crazy ass reaction to him, notwithstanding, because that was beyond odd.
“How did we…” I asked, gasping.
“I love how zoned out you get when sucking cock.”
“You have a magnificent dick.”
A phone buzzed somewhere around us. “Ignore it,” I said, only to groan when my cell went off, vibrating in my front pocket while his clattered on a hard surface somewhere.
Xander cursed. “Shit. What do you think the odds are that it’s not…”
“High rollers wouldn’t even gamble with those odds.”
I sighed, moving my legs to get at my phone. Flipping it open, I rolled my eyes at the name on the screen, then showed Alex.
Alex’s chest bounced with a silent scoff, and he slid out from behind me. He stood, ignored the ringing phone, and walked toward the bedroom without looking back or bothering to put his dick away.
My eyes followed him, glued to his ass as if it were a magnet. His arms, shoulders, and back rippled as he whipped his t-shirt over his head—the exposed flesh called to me. I wanted to spend the night tracing every dip and curve with my hands and tongue.
“You’d better get that. Your bestie might think the wrong thing. Oh, wait. He already does,” Xander grumbled.
I rolled my eyes at his back this time before turning my attention to the phone, only to have it go silent in my hand. I got to my feet, trailing after the sexy fucker I couldn’t get enough of. Just inside the bedroom, my eyes flitted around the room until they landed on Xander.
In the bathroom.
Naked as the day he was born.
In the glass shower.
Water running over him from some fancy ass shower fixture that looked nothing like the one I had downstairs in my apartment. I started pulling my clothes off, only for the phone to ring again. It danced across the counter.
“Parker? What the fuck do you want?”
Xander’s eyes hardened, and his lips pursed, then spread into a smirk.
My mom always said you could see the mischievousness in us boys, and now I knew the look she spoke of because I could see the pot-stirring brat flare to life as his hand gripping the base of his half-hard cock, as he stared at me.
“Gawddammit! Daniel, are you listening to me?”
“Listen, I know you’re with Sandy…”
“Sandy? What the fuck are you goin’ on about?”
“Sandy, your latest bed buddy. At least I think that’s the name you used.”
Catching on, I said, “Yah huh. I’m with Sandy.”
Xander’s brow furrowed. He reached for the faucet, turned off the water, then opened the glass shower door and grabbed a towel. He planted his ass on the edge of the double vanity as he crossed his arms and ankles.
“Oh, good. The invitation is for two. I mean, if you want to bring the bed-warmer around a bunch of horny SEALs…”
“Gimme a minute,” I told Parker, then muted the call and turned it on speakerphone. “You know anything about the team getting together tonight?” I asked Xander.
He shook his head, so I unmuted the call.
“You still there, Parker?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, so, like I was saying, I know you’re with Sandy, but Walker and Foster are in town. It’s rare for the three of us to all be stateside at the same time, and with the shitstorm…”
“Parker, get to the point.”
“Right, we’re down at the Salty Dog.”
“I don’t wanna crash the family reunion.”
“No worries there. I called the rest of the guys; it’s a spur-of-the-moment shindig.”
“Okay. I’ll ask Sandy, but that’s probably not gonna happen. Early morning and all that.”
“That’s a shame, but I get it.”
“No…that’s not what I meant. I’ll be there.”
“Damn, that’s…”
His words cut off when a female voice yelled, “Parker Holt, I will call your mama if you finish that sentence!”
“Julie or Lillian?” I asked with a laugh.
“Both. Now get your ass down here. I gotta go. I still need to call Madison.”
The phone disconnected before I could say anything else.
“What the fuck? Who the hell is Sandy? Who are Walker and Foster and Julie and Lillian?”
“The fuck was Parker being Parker. Sandy is a nickname for Alexander, so my assumption is Sandy is you. Walker and Foster are Parker’s brothers. Lillian and Julie are their wives.”
A glassy-eyed deer-in-the-headlights look came over him. Setting the phone down, I finished stripping, then stepped up to him, straddling his outstretched legs.
“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t know any of those people.”
My hands cupped his face, lifting his chin so I could look into his dark brown eyes. “You don’t have to know who they are to have a good time, Xander.”
His arms finally uncrossed. His hands came to rest on my hips, and he pulled me closer. My once flaccid dick perked up.
“I’m gonna need a shower. What is with you making certain that I’m covered in cum?”
He smirked in response but didn’t answer.
Instead, he took my mouth, nipping and sucking at my lips.
He pushed me away from him. I braced myself for our mouths to part, but he followed, pushing me back.
My heel caught on something. I panicked, wrenching my mouth from his.
I shouldn’t have worried. Xander might be smaller than me in height and size, but he was as strong as an ox.
Something I’d learned by both observation and experience.
He kept up in the weight room with the beefcakes, and he’d tossed me around in bed more than once.
“I got you, Daddio,” he whispered against my lips as he maneuvered me into the glass-enclosed shower.
My back hit the tile wall. Xander’s body pressed into mine. The towel he’d wrapped around his waist a thing of the past. The mosaic tiles bit into my flesh as his breath and mine mingled.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“With pleasure,” he sighed. The airy words danced over my skin, setting the nerve endings on fire with a need I’d only ever felt with this man.
So engrossed in him, I gasped when water spray hit me out of nowhere. “Give a guy some warning,” I mumbled, my lips hovering over his.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked.
Done with being teased, I took his mouth. As if on cue, a phone rang in the other room, and twin sighs of frustration filled the air.
“He’ll only keep calling.”
“Why?”
“Because…” I didn’t know what to say next.
I loved Parker Holt like a brother, a best friend, a teammate.
But the man could be a selfish shit sometimes.
I wanted to say it was because he wanted to make sure Alex showed up at the bar to embed himself further into the fabric of the team.
But I didn’t know for sure. I knew he wanted more with me, but that was years ago.
He’d been playing the field and living his best Dom life in the kink clubs in the area.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Get cleaned up. I’ll answer the phone, let Parker know ‘Sandy’ isn’t showing up, but Alex will be there with bells on and a raging hard on thanks to his cock blocking ass.”