Chapter 12 Christopher #2
“Oh, okay,” I say, sliding the key back in my pocket and heading down to Alexander’s suite. The other security guard opens the door once I arrive.
“Night,” Rob says.
Night?
What does he mean night?
Does he assume I’m staying the night?
As I enter, Alexander comes out of the bedroom, towel in hand. He’s already removed his hoodie and sweatpants. His white vest and boxer briefs are all that’s left.
“Here.” He chucks the towel at me forcefully while making his way past the two armchairs to where I’m standing. I grab it in one swoop, impressed that I have any strength left with how exhausted I am, and start to pat down my clothes.
“Let’s get you out of these and into something more comfortable.” He reaches for the bottom of my polo shirt, but I pull back. A wave of fear rises inside.
He lowers his hand as confusion floods his eyes.
“Sorry, I’m just a little…” The dryness in my mouth stops me from continuing.
I’ve always been uncomfortable with guys seeing me naked.
Especially ones with physiques like Alexander’s.
And Kelly had called me “pigeon belly” as a teenager, cementing my paranoia.
I’d spent a lot of time in the gym, working hard to get a flat stomach, but I always fell short of achieving that toned, ripped abdomen.
“It’s okay,” Alexander says, like he can read my mind. “I can get you something else to change into if you want.” He walks back toward his bedroom, motioning me to take a seat on the couch where just a couple of hours ago we were in the throes of passion.
“I’d appreciate that.”
He smiles as he disappears into the bedroom. I quickly yank my top off and wrap the towel around my torso like a dress. My arms stretch to turn out the lamps on either side of the couch. The glare through the orange lamp shades makes my eyes strain.
“Sorry, all I’ve got is this,” he says, reemerging. He throws me a scrunched up black T-shirt. This time, I miss my grab, and it falls onto the table next to the remote and a room key.
Ah, that’s where I left it.
I pick up the shirt, opening it to reveal an image of Alexander plastered on the front, and his name printed underneath.
“The only thing that’s missing are the words Property of,” I quip.
Alexander lets out a laugh as I pull the T-shirt on over my head, wriggling it down over the towel and then pulling the towel out from underneath once the T-shirt covers my torso.
I stand up and look at him.
“How do I look?” I stretch my arms out wide and give him a twirl.
A mischievous grin appears across his face as he steps toward me.
“Uh-uh. Not so fast.” I wave my finger at him as he reaches for the button on my jeans. “Rob seems to think I’m staying the night.” I step back and sit on the couch.
“You don’t want to,” he says, his smirk collapsing into a frown.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just intrigued by the assumption.”
Alexander hesitates, opening and then closing his mouth to speak, before opening it again.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” he finally says. He moves toward the couch, moving the cushion that is still there from earlier, and sits right next to me.
“Is it because of Rita?” I ask, using my hand to lift his chin up. His ocean-blue eyes meet mine.
“You already know?” I can feel his body begins to tremble and I immediately shoot my arm around him, pulling him in tightly.
“Yes, the night manager told me.” A pang of guilt hits my chest at breaking my promise to Imani so quickly. “You’re okay now. Rita’s been taken care of.” I rub my hand up and down his arm.
“Has something like this happened before?” I get the feeling this isn’t his first rodeo.
“I’ve had a few stalkers over the years,” he says.
“One broke into my home in LA while I was asleep. Thankfully he didn’t cause any harm.
Samuel was able to distract him while I called the police, but I’ve struggled to sleep ever since.
Tonight brought all of that back up, even if it wasn’t a stalker.
” He hangs his head low, playing with the drawstrings of his shorts.
Samuel?
I’ve not heard a Samuel mentioned before.
Maybe he’s one of the security team members back home.
I continue to rub Alexander’s arm as his shaking begins to subside. The skin on his bicep is smooth and the light hairs on his forearm tickle the palm of my hand.
“Sometimes I just wish I lived a normal life. One where I can walk down the street unnoticed. Go to a skate park and ride my skateboard, without having to worry about people noticing me.”
He lifts his head to look at me and pushes himself upright, then grabs my head and kisses me with a passion and intensity that throws me off guard.
Part of me wants to pull back, to make sure he’s okay, but the stronger part of me takes over.
I lean into it, taking him in. Before I know it, I’m pulling at his vest, yanking it off and momentarily pausing to take in the rock-hard abs that I remember trying not to stare at in the gym. I don’t bother trying not to now.
He leans back in, devouring my mouth, running his hands up through my hair and down my back.
He stands up to let me quickly unbutton my jeans and then pulls them off with one strong tug.
He encourages me to remove my boxers too, which I pull down and fling off with a flick of my leg.
There’s a passion and intensity burning in his eyes that has my exposed cock throbbing and begging for attention.
Alexander does the same, removing his briefs to reveal his juicy, thick-cut cock pointing at me, and I pull him back down to me. He kneels over me, straddling my thighs and rocking his ass back and forth along my shaft. The throbbing intensifies with every thrust of my hips.
I lower my mouth to his left nipple, flicking it with my tongue, then move across to his right as he lets out a moan.
His hand pushes my head harder into his chest. I respond by gently biting and his moan gets louder.
He takes away his hand and spits into it before reaching back and sliding his hand over my shaft.
The mere touch of his hand, the vice-like grip as it begins moving up and down, makes my balls swell. Alexander locks his blue eyes onto mine as he strokes me, a smirk appearing on his face.
“You like that, huh?” he asks. His mouth meets mine before I can answer.
He reaches back up to push me back against the couch, then stops and looks down at the T-shirt I’m wearing.
He reaches for the hem to lift it off, and I hesitate, but let him do so.
I lift my arms up as he pulls it over my head and flings it behind us, hitting the lampshade.
He pauses for a moment, as if capturing the image of me in a picture, before jumping off of me, off the couch, and going down onto his knees.
His mouth goes straight to my chest and he works his way from my belly button down my snail trail as his hand returns to caress my cock.
He grabs it with the same intensity as a fighter pilot flying their jet.
He steers my cock toward his mouth, taking it so deeply that he gags on it, and then comes back up for air.
“Someone’s a big boy,” he says, inhaling deeply before returning to my cock. I guide him back down onto it with my hands and then use my hips to thrust my cock in and out of his mouth. His gagging becoming further and further apart as I push deeper and deeper.
He stops, getting up from his knees, and looks at me.
“I wanna feel you inside of me.” The passion swirling in his eyes ignites a wild desire in my chest as he climbs back on top of me and rubs my cock between his ass cheeks.
“You wanna ride it like a cowboy?” I ask, biting my bottom lip.
He goes to grab my cock, getting ready to guide it inside of him, but stops and lifts himself up slightly above me.
“You’re clean right?” he asks, his head tilting slightly to the right.
The inevitable question we ask other guys when hooking up.
“Yes, I’m negative and on prep. You?”
“Same,” he responds.
He grabs my cock and starts to lower himself back down, but I stop him.
“You sure you don’t need lube?”
“Oh, right,” he says, “Stay there.” He jumps off and runs into the bedroom. A heartbeat later he’s back, tearing a sachet open with his teeth and squeezing lube out into his hand. He reaches behind and rubs it into his ass.
My cock is still standing at attention as he comes back to the couch and squeezes the rest of the lube out into his other hand, sliding it all over my cock before slowly lowering himself onto it.
Sweat beads on his brow as I patiently wait for him to take it in. The discomfort on his face slowly turns to pleasure as he takes all of me inside of him.
“Let me ride it slowly to start,” he says, both of his hands placed firmly on my chest.
“Okay,” I say, breathing hard.
Alexander goes to work, rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm that has me almost instantly ready to explode inside of him. As he continues, his cock rubs up against my stomach. I spit in my hand, taking his cock in it, and use my wrist to go to work as his rocking picks up momentum.
“I’m already close,” he says, leaning in to kiss me again.
“Want me to fuck the cum out of you?”
His eyes widen, and he nods as his mouth collides with mine.
A moan leaves it as our tongues wrestle, this time with less haste and more passion.
His response ignites a fire within me, and I begin to thrust my hips upward.
His ass bounces up and down on top of me.
Removing my hand from his swelling cock, I grab the back of his head to forcefully drive my tongue deeper into his mouth.
He takes his hand from my chest and rapidly strokes his cock.
I feel my balls swell, and I know I’m getting close.
I pull my mouth away from his.
“I’m gonna cum,” I say.
“Cum inside me,” he says, not taking his eyes off me as his hand works even faster up and down on his cock.
Three more thrusts and the cum explodes out of my cock, shooting deep inside of him. My hips continue to buck as my warm load continues shooting out, his ass muscles tightening around my shaft each time.
“Fuck,” Alexander says, biting his lip as his eyes roll back. His hand is now putting in overtime, moving with such speed that I worry he will sustain an injury.
I continue to thrust as his ass cheeks grip me even tighter. His whole body stiffens as his load shoots out and all over my chest. A second load hits my chin, and a third arches over my shoulder onto the couch.
Alexander sinks into me as we pant together in unison.
His hand scoops up the cum on my chest and he shoves his fingers into his mouth, before moving toward my mouth. I oblige, taking the cum from his mouth into mine and swallowing it down.
“Fuck me, that was hot,” I say.
The post nut clarity allows me to take Alexander in. His skin glistens with beads of sweat.
“I’ve never had someone fuck me like that,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me before lifting himself off and grabbing the towel. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and body and then throws it at me.
“You gonna jump in the shower?” I ask, wiping my body down before standing up.
“No.” A devilish smirk appears on his face. “I wanna keep your babies deep inside of me.” He bites his bottom lip in a way that has my cock instantly hard again before he turns away from me and into the bedroom.
“You coming or what?” he says from over his shoulder.
I shake my head in disbelief at the fact I’ve just fucked the hottest guy I’ve ever met and now he wants to go again.
He doesn’t have to ask twice.
I throw down the towel and follow him, ready for round two.