Chapter Nineteen Alex #2
Probably because I’m behaving strangely.
“Here, let me get you a key. Before I forget again.” I walk toward the junk drawer in my kitchen, every step careful as I try not to agitate the toy inside me too much.
When I get there, I grab the counter and take three deep breaths in and three deep breaths out, trying to calm the fire racing through me.
I open the drawer, but it’s hard to focus on the contents, everything blurring in front of me.
“Did Theresa say something to you?”
I still and carefully look over my shoulder. “What?”
“You’re acting weird,” Euan replies. His eyes are pinned to the couch, as if he can rewatch the whole meeting between Theresa and me if he stares hard enough. “I wondered if she said something that … made you regret what we did.”
“No!” I turn around, bumping the drawer closed with my hip. The toy shifts again, pressing more insistently, and a harsh shudder wracks through my whole body.
Euan faces me in time to watch the full effect. His eyes trail down to the tented front of my pants where a persistent damp spot has started to spread.
My hands twitch to cover myself up, but I force them to remain at my sides. There was never going to be any hiding this from him.
He arches a curious eyebrow without saying anything and I realize that he might not know this is all for him.
“I bought something at the shop,” I explain, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. “To prep myself.”
“Really?” His voice is as deep and husky as it was in my fantasy. He prowls forward until he’s standing right in front me, his height blocking out the kitchen light, casting a dark, intimate shadow over me. “And how are you preparing yourself?”
I swallow roughly, not sure how to reply. Oh, you know, shoving a toy inside me while imagining it’s your fingers.
He places one hand on the counter beside me. It should make me feel blocked in, but he’s left the other side open for my escape.
I don’t move.
His other hand settles on the middle of my back. A long moment passes as he waits for me to tell him to stop. I can’t quite bring myself to voice all the dirty thoughts I’ve had about him, so I say nothing, because I absolutely do not want him to stop.
He caresses his hand down my spine, igniting a whole-body shiver through me. My hole reflexively clenches around the toy and I shudder again.
Euan hums in interest as his hand continues its slow exploration. Finally, his fingertips trace down the cleft of my ass until he finds the prize. He taps it once—hard—and I tremble in his embrace.
“Is this what you were doing while I was gone?” he whispers near my ear, his breath hot against my flushed skin. “Playing with your hole all by yourself.”
A strangled moan escapes my throat.
“Now that I’m here, can I play with you too?”
I nod eagerly, my cheek rubbing against his beard.
“Do you want to keep playing with the toy? Or would you rather have my fingers inside you?”
I lick my lips nervously. His fingers would feel better, of course, but …
“Come on, Alex,” he coaxes. “Tell me what you really want.”
“Tongue,” I blurt out. Then I hide my face against his chest. God, I can’t believe I said that! It wasn’t even on the list!
His large hand rubs my back in soothing circles. “You want my tongue inside you?” He shifts his hips, pressing his own arousal against my thigh, letting me know how much the idea excites him.
Words are beyond me right now, so I nod again.
Euan’s deft fingers unbutton my pants, and he slides them down until they’re pooling at my ankles. It’s clear he means to continue right here in the kitchen. I should probably stop him, take him to the bedroom, but any amount of distance seems too far.
He slips both hands underneath me and hefts me onto the counter. The laminate is cold against my bare ass, shocking some sense back into me.
Which quickly fades away when he smoothly kicks my pants aside and lowers himself to his knees. He’s at the perfect height to see my straining cock, dripping with precum, and my asshole twitching around the black base of the toy.
“I certainly didn’t expect to come home to such a beautiful sight,” he murmurs.
There’s that word again: ‘home.’ Like he belongs here. Belongs with me.
Euan hooks two fingers around the plug’s flared base and gently eases it out. Then he dips his head so all I see is his dark hair. Even though I know it’s coming, I’m not quite prepared for the sensation of him licking my entrance. The toy is still inside, and he slips his wet tongue alongside it.
Sensations overwhelm me and I close my eyes so all I have to focus on is Euan. I slump back against the counter, inadvertently sliding my ass closer to his face. From his hungry growl, it’s exactly where he wants me.
He thrusts the toy in and out slowly, all the while licking around my puckered rim. It’s not enough, not what I want.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I demand, “Mouth.”
He chuckles at my greediness, the sound vibrating through me. Then he finally pulls the toy completely out. There’s a moment of emptiness—my hole clenching around nothing—and then his mouth descends on me.
Fuck, if I was overwhelmed before, it’s nothing compared to the feel of his long, hot tongue thrusting deeper inside of me.
My hand tightens in his hair, though I’m not sure if I want to hold him down there forever or pull him away so I can catch my breath.
The helpless, eager moans escaping me are only making me more lightheaded.
My cock throbs in protest at being neglected. With my other hand, I grab it and try to time my strokes to Euan’s tongue pulsing inside me. Between Euan’s clever tongue and everything else we’ve done today, leading to this point, it doesn’t take long for me to find the edge again.
“Coming,” I pant in warning.
Euan’s tongue pulls out of me. A sudden emptiness fills me, but my hand hasn’t quite caught up with my shocked brain, continuing to pump my cock once, twice, until I’m spurting cum all over Euan’s face. He closes his eyes and parts his lips right before the splatter.
I slump against the counter and stare down at him, stunned.
He slowly licks my cum from his lips.
“Shit!” I exclaim, realizing what I’ve done. “Sorry, I’m so sorry.”
He chuckles, but his eyes remain closed. “Can you grab me a washcloth?”
I keep apologizing reflexively as I scramble off the counter, wet a washcloth, and start cleaning my cum off his face. The hardest part to clean is his beard, which takes more time and attention. He patiently waits for me to finish, on his knees the whole time.
“All clean,” I say, my voice strained from embarrassment rather than arousal this time.
He opens his eyes and gazes up at me, a lazy smile on his lips.
I stare back at him, stunned to see him so happy, so at peace, after he just rocked my fucking world.
It doesn’t take long for the awkwardness to settle back in. For me to realize I’m standing in my kitchen, pantsless, while Euan is still hard and unsatisfied. “Here, I should—” I reach for him, though I’m not sure yet what to do.
He waves me off and stands up on his own. “I think that’s enough for one night. I’m going to take a shower.”
“But you didn’t …”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my curls. “Tonight, I wanted to focus on you.” Then he leaves, probably to take care of himself in private.
As I watch his departing back, I think: But I wanted to touch you too.