Twenty-Six
Alex
Blaine Olsen is the sexiest man I have ever seen.
He’s got muscles on top of muscles. The way his biceps flex as he pushes his jeans down, taking his boxers with them, makes me want to get down on my knees and worship him.
His thick cut thighs and strong calves are covered in a dusting of hair, and the light from the moon creates the most exquisite shadows in the grooves of his abdomen.
It’s like every single time I see him naked, my mind short-circuits.
And his cock?
Fuck, my mouth goes dry at the sight.
I want to explore every inch of his body with my lips, my tongue, my hands. I want to lose myself in him, and only come up for a gasp of air so I can dive right back in.
“You’re unreal,” I confess.
Blaine’s lips twitch, morphing into a sexy grin. His fingers wrap around his hard length, giving it a slow, sensual pull.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes, Alex.”
I glance down at my jeans, where the visible outline of my own erection is straining against the denim, and a small wet patch is beginning to form from where I’m leaking. I make quick work of shedding the rest of my clothing, leaving them in a pool by my feet.
Blaine’s eyes trail the length of my body. His stare warms every inch of my skin, making me feel like I’m on fire, and when his gaze stops on my cock, it gives an excited twitch.
I lick my lips with the tip of my tongue, watching his hand continue to tease what I so desperately want. I take a step forward, stopping in front of him, and drop down to my knees.
My hands run up over the curve of his calves, my thumbs kneading the strong muscle before moving up to ghost over the delicate skin on the back of his knee. The hitch of his breath causes my cock to give another excited twitch, but I continue to ignore it.
Because delayed gratification can be a magical thing.
My hands make their way up higher, moving around to touch the front of his thighs, gliding over the smooth skin covering defined muscles, watching as they flex and tense when my thumbs meet his groin.
I dig my fingers into the side of his glutes, gently brushing my thumbs over the sensitive skin of his tight sac.
“That’s not enough, Alex, I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t touch my cock soon.” He growls, his fists are clenched at his side, like it’s taking every ounce of strength to stop him from grabbing me.
I lean in, flicking the tip of my tongue teasingly over the slit on the angry, plump head, lapping up the small, pearly drop of pre-come from the tip.
A satisfied hum rumbles in my chest from the heady taste, and when I look up at Blaine, his nostrils are flaring and his jaw is clenched.
His eyes are filled with so much heat, like I’ve just poured gasoline on the inferno that’s currently burning wildly inside of him.
Wrapping a hand around the thick base of his cock, I take the swollen head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and massaging the sensitive glans.
“Fuck, Alex. Your mouth is heaven,” Blaine moans.
So is your dick , I mentally reply.
I respond by humming, relishing as the vibrations cause another moan to escape Blaine’s lips.
Stretching my lips wide around him, I take him as deep as I can before pulling off with a wet pop. I do it over and over again while gently cupping his heavy sac.
Blaine’s fingers grip my hair tight, and I relax my jaw as his hips begin to thrust, allowing him to fuck my mouth, not caring about the saliva starting to seep from the corners of my mouth or the water leaking from my eyes.
“Fuck!” He yells.
He pulls out and pinches the head of his cock with his fingers. “Your mouth is too good, but I want to be inside of you when I come. Get on the bed.”
With a satisfied grin, I do as instructed and settle on my stomach, pushing my ass up teasingly in the air and giving it a little wiggle.
I wince slightly when his hand connects with my ass, hard enough to leave a mark, and then gives my cheeks a firm squeeze before spreading them apart.
“Your hole is one of my favorite places to be,” he admits, and the next thing I know, his tongue is tracing the puckered skin.
“Blaine,” I whine, pushing my hips up to try and get closer.
Thwack.
Another crack of his palm meets my flesh.
“Stop rushing me. I wanna take my time so I can enjoy the taste of you,” he demands.
I grind my achingly hard length against the sheets, seeking relief.
My eyes roll to the back of my head from the rough sensation of his stubble against my skin and the sheets against the underside of my cock—combined with Blaine’s wicked tongue spearing inside my hole, I’m on the edge of oblivion.
His grumbling voice sends vibrations up my spine while murmurs a mix of fucking delicious, my favorite, this is mine, you are mine.
And I am his. Completely and wholly.
Gripping onto the bed sheets, my body trembles at his heavenly assault.
“Please, Blaine,” I moan. “I need you.”
With his fingers still buried deep inside me, he moves up my body and flicks his tongue over my ear lobe, tugging it between his teeth as his cock grinds against my crease.
“You want me to fuck you?”
I give a shaky nod. “Please.”
“You want me to fuck you so hard you can barely sit tomorrow?”
I nod again, whimpering.
“My fucking pleasure,” he growls.
He removes his fingers, and I let out a cry at the loss.
My entire body quivers with need. I’m so desperate for release, but at the same time, I want this heightened sensation to last forever.
The crinkling sound of foil ripping followed by the click of the lube bottle cap opening filter through the blood pounding in my ears.
He applies the lube to my hole and then yanks my hips up, pulling me onto my hands and knees.
I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning too loudly when the thick head of his cock is met with resistance from the tight ring of muscle.
Blaine smooths his hands up my spine as he pushes in inch by slow inch, pulling out before pushing back in again, making me feel everything as he eases into me.
When he’s deep inside to the root, his balls pressing up against my taint, he leans over me, his hot breath panting in my ear causes me to shiver. It feels amazing.
“I love being inside of you, how you take every inch of me so perfectly. It’s like you were made for me.”
I angle my head up to face him, taking his lips in a desperate kiss. Our tongues tangle in aggressive strokes as he begins to piston his hips, his cock hitting my prostate with perfect precision, causing my toes to curl up tight. I can feel every inch of him pulsing inside of me.
The room fills with the sound of his balls slapping against me with every thrust and our ragged breaths between ravenous kisses.
There is nothing, and no one, that could diminish the sizzling chemistry between us.
Blaine moves to take my cock in his hand, stroking me. Sweat trickles down my neck, and my orgasm sizzles at the base of my spine. “I’m gonna come.” I moan.
Blaine presses his lips against the shell of my ear, his tickling breath only adding fuel to the fire when he whispers, “Come for me, baby.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
My balls draw up, and with a strangled moan, I spill into his hand and onto his sheets. My muscles ripple around his solid flesh.
“Fuck! Alex!” Blaine roars.
His thrusts become unsteady, and another wave hits me when he comes.
I’m gasping for breath, and my heart is beating like a crazed drummer in my chest. Blaine falls next to me; one strong leg lays heavy across mine.
I open my eyes to take in this gorgeous man, his chest rising and falling in quick concession, his arm covering his eyes.
His lips part as he, too, tries to retrieve as much oxygen as possible.
How is this man real? He’s fucking perfect.
“Alex?”
I look up at him.
He takes my face between his palms. His eyes are filled with something that looks a lot like love before he says with a bashful grin, “You should get two minutes for tripping, ‘cause I’ve fallen for you.”
And my heart melts because only Blaine could confess his feelings with a cheesy line.
This perfect man, with the kindest heart. And I think I may have fallen too.