Chapter Seventeen #2
Nothing mattered but his hammering cock inside my body. I had taken it for granted when we were together, but I wouldn’t again. Even if we never fucked after that moment, I’d let go of the emotional tether but keep the wonderful memories of our love life.
Alec took my calf muscle and squeezed it tight. “You really look fucking amazing, Blackwood,” he said, still pistoning his cock in and out of me.
I was so lost to the sensation of having my insides pummeled after a year, it took me a moment to respond. “I had to be my own personal trainer after you—FUCK, ALEC!”
He bit my calf muscle hard enough to sting, but not enough to harm. I loved when he did that shit. Even more right after when he gave me that evil fucking smirk.
“You’ve done an excellent job. I can barely look at you, or I’ll lose it.”
“You too,” I said, scanning his body.
Red and sweaty from the voracious fucking he was giving me. It looked like he had sculpted himself from stone. The hair only proved he was a living, breathing man. I wanted to run my hand through it and lick every single inch of him.
“UUUNGH,” Alec said. His cock throbbed in me, and his body vibrated, shaking my thigh muscles.
“Are you coming?”
“No. Just stopped it.” He was out of breath. “Fuck. I missed this so fucking much.”
“I love you so fucking much.” It was true, and probably better left in my head, but I let it out.
Alec stared at me as he calmed down from his near orgasm. “I love you, too.”
With that, he fell onto me, crushing my mouth with his as I wrapped my legs around his back. He started fucking me again, but slowed down. He broke the kiss and lifted his face from mine.
We stared at each other as he fucked me with slow, long strokes. Wordless, mouths agape, but in perfect sync. I leaned up to kiss him with a whispered, “Finish in me, Alec. Please.”
It wasn’t a crushing kiss, but gentle and polite. We didn’t move much, but it changed. Alec made love to me and I gave him my whole self. Deep, slow strokes that drove me wild and set me free. A connection we lacked but needed.
His lips stilled on mine, and after a beat, so did his cock. He breathed, “I’m coming in you,” just as I felt the throbs of his ejaculation deep inside me.
“Thank you, sir,” was all I thought to say. Through his orgasm, he smiled on my lips, his eyes crinkling even closed.
Without moving us too much, Alec slipped his hand between us to take hold of my cock. “You’re close, right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Come for me,” he said, stroking me off.
I did moments later with a groan before reclaiming his mouth to ride out my pleasure. Once I was done, he let go and pulled out, only to bend down and lick up the spent semen on my abs.
“Better than I remember,” he said.
“I hope you can reload quickly. I’d like some of yours, too.”
He smiled and flopped down next to me. “When’s your flight? You can stay over if you want. Go for a round two later?”
“I’d like nothing better.”
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I didn’t know when he got out of bed, but he stood above me to shake me awake.
“Mason. Mason, wake up, man. You’re gonna be late for your flight. I made breakfast.”
I smelled the bacon before I opened my eyes. But what I saw when I did was more appetizing. Alec was smiling down at me. The slow ache in my lower quarters reminded me of the several rounds of lovemaking we had the night before.
“C’mon, if you wanna eat and shower, you gotta get up.” His smile leaked into his voice.
I threw the covers off, revealing my nude body and morning wood. He playfully grabbed it before I stood up. Without thinking, I placed a small kiss on his lips. His cheeks were red as I ran to take a pee.
After relieving myself, I wanted to slip on my skimpy undies, but I had stripped nude in his doorway, forcing me to walk out naked. Alec was sitting at the breakfast bar off his kitchen in his underwear.
His brow rose. “Balls out?”
“My clothes are…” I scanned the room and found nothing. His apartment looked like it was staged for a photo shoot again. Only the two plates, coffees, and glasses of orange juice were out of place.
“Where are my clothes?”
Alec laughed. “I washed them for you before you woke up. Didn’t you see them folded on my dresser?”
I hadn’t, and my cheeks heated. As I turned to go put something on, he stopped me. “I’ll be balls out too,” and shucked his underwear off, letting them pool at his feet.
Smiling, I took the seat next to him. The plate before me was perfect. Eggs over easy, just as I liked them, with overdone bacon and underdone toast. He used to make it for me when we were together. It was my favorite breakfast.
The Alec before wouldn’t have shucked his underwear to eat naked unless we were planning on involving our dicks. I liked it more than a lot. I couldn’t believe I’d spent so much time without him.
“Thanks,” I said, taking my first bite.
He smiled and said, “Of course,” with a mouth full of eggs.
It was so stupid. All of it. Getting together in the first place was a terrible decision on both sides.
But then how we split was even worse. Maybe Alec needed to change.
Maybe I did, too. But we could have done it together.
Been there for one another. Came out of it as a unit, as friends and partners and lovers.
We didn’t get the chance because I was a stupid child.
Soon, I’d have to shower, dress, and leave.
I’d often be back in Denver for work, and we’d likely see each other.
But was that it? Did we put a period at the end of our relationship?
He had said fine but was more than a few bourbons deep, and then said nothing concrete or serious.
What did that mean? Did his feelings change after our multiple rounds of mind-breaking sex?
“When is your flight again? Might have to eat fast,” Alec said, shoveling food into his mouth.
“What did you mean last night by nothing concrete or serious?”
He didn’t look up from his eggs. “I don’t know, man. I was pretty tipsy. And you’re a hell of a salesman. I think I just said that so you’d shut up.”
“Alec, seriously.”
He looked at me. “I guess I meant friends with benefits? Because, if last night says anything, we can’t work together without fucking each other’s brains out.”
“Is that still how you feel?”
Alec looked down to take another bite and spoke with a full mouth. “I don’t know. I don’t want to go back to not speaking to you. But…”
“But what?” He wouldn’t answer or look at me. “Alec?”
“I don’t know, Mason.”
“Well, I know. I want to be in a relationship with you. Call it whatever you want—boyfriend, partner, lover—I don’t care.
I just want to be yours.” He looked at me.
“If it’s no, it’s no. If you just want to be fuck buddies while CompCom spins up, I’ll take it.
But I want something more. I meant it when I said I’m in love with you, Alec. Always have been. Always will be.”
He sighed and slumped. With a sad smile, he said, “I love you, too. More than I ever loved anyone. But I can’t… do that again.”
“Do what?”
“Have my heart broken.” He snorted. “No one has ever had as much power over me as you do. And you’re right. I want nothing more than to make it real between us. But it wouldn’t work.”
“Why wouldn’t it?” I was getting frustrated, and my voice rose.
“You live so far away!” he said. “Your life is there. Mine is here. I spent my time floating, and these roots are here to stay.”
“We can be long distance! I’ll be out here like once a week. And you can get your ass on a plane every once in a while, too.”
“Would you be okay with that?”
“Would you?”
“I…” His face broke, and he chuckled to himself.
“You know, no matter how good things are for me, I always felt like something was missing, even before with Viv.” He looked away.
“Then I met you, and everything was so good. Better than anything ever. Like I found the missing piece.” He ran a hand through his hair to steady his shaking voice, still avoiding my eye.
“Everything is going great for me now, but it’s back to normal.
Something’s missing.” He met my gaze. “It took seeing you again—well, no, it took reading your name in an email a month ago, to realize it’s you.
You’re what’s missing. And I’m fucking terrified that you always will be. ”
I put my hand on his. He laced our fingers together. I said, “You’re my missing piece, too. Let’s make each other whole.”
He laughed with glassy eyes, about to leak. “Yeah? Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“There’s so many variables. It won’t be easy…” He stared at me until a tear fell, and he smiled. “But a little ambiguity in life is good for the soul, right?” He chuckled at himself.
I kept the joy rising in me to a minimum. “Look at you, embracing the unknown.”
“Are you ready for that? If we tried, we’d have to take it slow. See if we even work as an out, public couple. But I also think,” he squeezed my hand, “we’d need to give it everything we have. One hundred percent effort.”
“One hundred percent, everything we got, effort.” I took his face in my hands and wiped away the tear. “I’m madly in love with you, Alec, from the depths of my soul. And always will be,” I said before kissing him. Closed lips with a firm press. I didn’t let him go when I was done.
“Are we fucking insane to give this a shot?”
“Yes. But when has that stopped anyone ever?”
He laughed and wrapped me in his arms. We kissed again. Our tongues met. He tasted like bacon and coffee. When we parted, he smirked. His eyes glinted like they did before I started calling him sir.
“You know what? You still have that shitty mattress?”
“Uhm, yeah?”
“Maybe I’ll find a flight and come back with you. We can take some days off and get you a proper king-size mattress for when I come out there. Then spend the rest of the time breaking it in.”
I laughed and threw my arms around him.
“I’d love nothing better,” I said before kissing him again.