Chapter Eight
A whole new Alec followed me into the room.
He didn’t smile outright, but a slight smirk never left his face.
His voice was soft, just above a whisper, and deep enough to shake my chest. His vibe threw me off—Alec always took control when needed, but he preferred to be a leader.
He wasn’t acting in a leadership capacity. Alec was in command.
The door closed behind him, and he approached me, not as a predator stalking his prey, but as a man taking what was his and denied for too long. I retreated, not out of fear for my safety, but making a fool out of myself.
“Undress me, Blackwood.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, stepping up to him.
“I’m not really into that shit, but from you, it’s fucking hot.”
“Yes, uh, sir,” I said, unbuttoning his shirt.
My hands shook, slipping the buttons through the light blue fabric. I’d never been so nervous. Or horny. Or maybe I was just drunk. Either way, my reactions were pathetic. But it was also so hot my briefs were already sticky.
I inhaled. The faint scent of his cologne, the event space, liquor, and pure Alec flooded my system. More pathetic was my eyes fluttering as I did.
“You like how I smell?”
I met his eye for the first time since we got back to the room. He wasn’t smiling, just that faint smirk playing at his lips, but his eyes shone. A glint of mischief. Or more.
“I like your cologne.”
His smirk deepened. “Then smell it.”
Alec took my head in a gentle but firm grip and guided it to his neck.
I inhaled again. More of the same, but richer, more profound.
I couldn’t stop my eyes from fluttering, my underwear from getting wetter, or how embarrassed I felt at myself.
At least he could see neither. I took solace knowing Alec was just as keyed up as I was, his neck vein pumping as hard as my heart.
“Do not lick, kiss, or touch me unless I tell you to. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said to his neck skin.
His shirt had long been opened, and I finally slipped it off his shoulders.
I took a step back to take him in. I don’t know if he was flexing, but his abs looked sharper and more defined than that morning.
His broad, hairy pecs were boulders of rock, but also enticing pillows.
I had to restrain myself from running my fingers up and down his torso, feeling the soft and bristly hair tickle my palms.
Fucking hell. What in the ever-loving fuck was going on with me?
So much of my attraction to Alec had to do with him as a person.
I tried to ignore the overly masculine parts because I wasn’t into capital “M” Men.
I liked fruity guys. Soft and feminine, and fuckable.
Wanting to caress that man’s hairy body was not a passing fancy for twinks and femboys.
But… that wasn’t true, was it? The first time I ever sexualized Alec, it was because of how masculine he was.
How much his hairy, thick body spoke to me in ways I either ignored or disregarded from anyone else.
How everything about him, when focused in the right way, melted my core like sunlight through a magnifying glass.
“When I said undress me, I meant all of me, Blackwood.” His tone was playful but firm.
I said nothing, letting my hands drop to undo his belt and nice jeans.
I fell to the floor with his pants, but stopped to remove his shoes.
Once free, I lifted each foot to dislodge the jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs.
The tent was enormous, and a tiny wet spot darkened the light grey fabric at the tip.
Alec looked down at me, not wanting to give the same instruction twice, but understanding my hesitation. He’d be nude while I hadn’t removed a stitch. I placed my hands on his waistband and looked up at him, eyebrows lifted. He nodded with a slow blink. Permission granted.
I took down his underwear. Something inside whispered to stay down. That I belonged on my knees before him. He hadn’t told me to, so I stood. I wished I stayed down to get a better look at his cock.
Long and thick, I knew. All the smaller details had escaped me, like the curling veins or the perfectly shaped, long head.
A slight curve up that accentuated its thickness, almost hiding his length.
His nuts were big and full, but pulled up to his body, making each one appear larger.
They’d also been shaved and his pubes trimmed, but he still sported a mighty bush.
I wondered if he did that for me, if he knew this would happen, or if he just liked how it looked. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I stared.
“You like my cock, Blackwood?”
I met his eye again. Remaining so confident and in command while being the only one nude deserved respect.
“Yes, sir.”
I needed to stop saying that. He said he wasn’t really into it, and I didn’t want to wear it out. But it felt natural in my mouth when speaking to him. Especially while I drooled at his cock.
“Good, because you’re going to give me a blow job.”
“I am, sir?”
“Do you not want to?” His brow flickered.
“I’m sorry. I meant, I am, sir.”
His smirk flickered, too. “Good boy.”
I didn’t know what to do. Just dive in and suck him off? I’d never so much as given another man a hand job, much less a blow job. It would be terrible, and I did not want to be bad at sucking Alec’s dick. I wanted it to be so good he asked for head all the time.
“Get on your knees,” he said, fighting a smile. I did. “You’ve never sucked a dick before, right?”
“That’s right.”
“I’ve never let a man suck me before, either. Just do as I say, and we’ll both have fun. Now open your mouth.”
I did. Alec grabbed the base of his cock and said, “Lick the tip, but just the tip.”
It was wet with his pre-cum. I licked it, then swiped it with my whole tongue. He was a little sweeter and thicker than mine.
“Do you like the taste of my pre-cum, Blackwood?”
“Very much.”
“Good.” He fought another smile. “Have some more.”
I did as told, allowing myself to get in there. I’d tried my own, and while I didn’t hate it, I didn’t love it either. Alec’s was excellent. More so was how good it felt to serve him like that. I was about to close my lips around his head to suck his cum out when he stopped me.
“I said do not touch me until I tell you to.” He was talking about my hand. It hovered around his flesh.
“Sorry, sir,” I said, sitting back on my haunches.
“It’s okay, Blackwood. I know you’re trying hard to restrain yourself. I am too, or else I’d have fucked my load down your throat when we walked in. But this is fun, right? Just do as I say.”
I smiled. For a second, he was regular Alec, my boss and friend. Half a smile broke his face, but he snapped it away.
“Take the head in your mouth and swirl your tongue around. But only the head. And put your hands behind your back while you do it.” He was back to being soft and firm. Understanding but commanding. In control, but taking care.
I’d let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to me a million times over.
His head slipped in my mouth, the first time another male’s genitals had ever passed my lips, and I swirled my tongue just as he instructed.
Alec moaned, and his head fell back. He broke character and said, “Fucking hell, Mason, that feels good. I’ve only had my hand for over a year.”
I wanted to respond, but didn’t dare. Instead, I went faster, loving the idea of giving him pleasure more than the physical act of doing it. And swirling my tongue around Alec’s cock head was the hottest thing I had ever done in my life.
“Focus on the underside. Flick your tongue back and forth… fuuuck yes, just like that. Good fucking boy.”
His hips began rocking back and forth, subconsciously seeking the friction that would give him an orgasm. He realized and said, “Fuck it. Suck me, man. Suck my fucking cock. But no hands.”
It was all I wanted. I went down fast, but stopped before the gag. Up and down, down and up. I was concerned about my teeth and did my best to hide them. It was not the best blow job ever given, but it was far from the worst. At least, I don’t think it was from the reviews.
“Fuck yes! Suck that fucking cock! Fuck, man!”
He stopped me, and I looked up at him with his cock still in my mouth. “I’m going to fuck your face, Blackwood. Breathe through your nose.”
He held my head and fucked my skull. Not pounded, not so deep I’d gag, but a steady oral penetration. My nose ran, and my eyes leaked. I took in air, but it was scented by Alec. His musk was intoxicating. I wanted to slobber his balls and eat his load. Hopefully, he’d let me.
“Fuck-ing-Christ! Take. This. Fucking. Cock!” he said, punctuating his thrusts into my mouth.
I held his thighs to steady myself as his pace picked up, but the depth retreated. Only an inch or two in and out so fast I was scared I’d get rug burn on my tongue. Or would it be dick burn?
With a fierce grunt, he pushed my face back. His eyes were wild, and there was fear in mine. So similar to the last time we fucked around. I had forgotten how much I craved it.
“Strip and get on the bed, doggy style. I’m going to fuck you.”
Time froze. None, and I mean none, of my male fantasies were about me getting fucked in the ass. That wasn’t who I was. I was the Dom. The man. The one with the big swinging dick. I didn’t let other men have their way with me. That just wasn’t me.
“Yes, sir,” I said and stood.
There was a voice in my head, the deep gravelly one I used to flirt with, screaming what the fuck are you doing?
Not only was that not something I had ever imagined happening, but Alec was huge!
And thick! It wouldn’t be some porn-y lovemaking.
He’d tear me apart. Was I really going to let this man fuck me in the ass?
Fucking hell yes I was.