Chapter Twenty-Four Euan #2
I lean him against the nearest wall and continue to kiss and bite my way down his chest, pausing to take first one nipple into my mouth, then the other.
Making them peak from heat rather than cold.
As I lower myself to my knees, I drag his slacks and briefs down his hips.
The belt has already been discarded somewhere—I think it landed near the couch—making it easy to strip this last bit of clothing from him.
Soon enough, he’s completely naked, his hard cock standing free, precum already beading at the tip.
Yesterday, I was so focused on his pretty pink hole—the way it engulfed the plug, then pulsed against my tongue—I hadn’t taken enough time to admire his cock. It’s nestled in a thatch of reddish-blond hair and slightly curved. Not small, but on the thinner side, an easy mouthful.
But that’ll wait until later. For now, I turn my attention to his inner thigh. Press a kiss against it, gentle at first, and then dig in my teeth.
Alex cries out and grips my hair harder, but he doesn’t try to pull me away. He lets me nibble and suck until a dark, purple mark mars his pale skin. Just for me to see.
That done, I straighten up and shuck my own jeans, grimacing at the rough slide of the damp denim against my skin, then discard them next to Alex’s.
He drinks me in, eyes lingering on places of interest—the tattoo on my chest, a surgery scar on my abdomen, and finally, on my cock, which eagerly twitches at his attention.
He wraps his hand around me, and I stiffen, all my attention suddenly zoning in on his warm hand, the gentle grip.
He strokes it once, curiously, as he re-familiarizes himself with a toy he hasn’t played with in a while.
His thumb circles the tip, spreading a bead of precum around until the head is slick.
As much as I’m enjoying his exploration, we’ve delayed our shower too long. I grab his shoulders and spin him around, pointing him toward the bathroom. The new position gives me a chance to admire his round, firm ass, and I smack it once to encourage him to walk.
He makes a startled sound and stumbles forward, then gives me a mock wounded look over his shoulder. I can’t tell if he liked the light smack or not. Maybe something we can experiment with later.
Once we’re in the bathroom, he turns on the shower. The spray hits the tile, mixing with the sound of the rain. While we wait for the water to heat up, I pull him in for another kiss. I simply can’t get enough of him.
A crash of thunder distracts us. Alex’s eyes widen as he looks around. There are no windows in the bathroom, so we can’t see anything, but it sounds like the storm is right on top of us. “I hope the power doesn’t go out,” he mutters.
The practical thought clears the haze of desire just enough for me to check the water’s temperature. It’s a little too hot, so I turn it down before ushering Alex into the shower. “Then we should hurry up. Don’t want to get caught showering in the dark.”
Alex pouts slightly, as if the storm is ruining his night. But as soon as I join him under the water, he seems to forget everything else as he runs his hands over my chest, following the water streams.
“Let’s wash your hair,” I say, grabbing the shampoo.
Startled, he looks up at me with his big blue eyes, like he didn’t expect this shower to actually include bathing. “Oh, um, I can do that.”
“I want to,” I murmur. “Close your eyes.”
He obeys and allows me to smooth the shampoo through his hair, working it up into a lather. Once I’m done, he steps directly under the water flow, rinsing it all out. Then he says, “Let me wash yours too.”
Since I’m a few inches taller than him, I bow my head to give him better access. His nimble fingers running over my scalp feel divine. It makes me want to stand there all night, under the warm spray, feeling so soft and cared for.
He finishes too quickly, and we both move on to the body wash.
I take my turn with him first, soaping him up, using it as an excuse to tweak his nipples.
He shudders under the touch, leaning into it.
I turn him around to face the wall so I can soap up his back.
He arches slightly, offering a perfect view of his round ass.
Of course I spend the most time there, massaging him, kneading the muscles, then pulling the cheeks apart for another view of his pink hole.
It flutters slightly, as if eager to have something inside it again.
I slip one tentative finger inside and Alex gasps. I pause, giving him time to adjust to me. He squeezes hard, as if he’s not sure about the intrusion. The toy yesterday had a smooth surface, covered with lube, making it easy to glide in and out.
Eventually, he relaxes, allowing me to ease inside of him just a little more. I reach around to his front, wrapping my other hand around his cock. Alex makes a half-strangled sound in his throat.
“Alright?” I murmur, watching him closely.
A few seconds pass before he nods shakily. Once I have that confirmation, I slowly begin to stroke and stretch him at the same time. He’s so damn tight, I’m not sure I’ll be able to fuck him tonight, even if I spend an hour preparing him.
But that’s fine. Everything else about our relationship has been rushed. I can take my time with this.
Alex’s breath is coming faster now. He’s loosened up enough for me to slip one more finger inside, and he groans at the stretch.
“Do you like that?” I murmur, pressing a kiss against his neck.
He twists his head, lips brushing my cheek as he says, “It’s not enough.”
Fuck, he’s making it so hard to hold back. “I’ll fill you up soon,” I promise, rubbing my throbbing cock along his cleft. “Once you’re open and ready to take all of me.”
“I want that,” he says, shifting his hips, trying to get my fingers deeper inside him. “I want to feel you all the way to my fucking throat.”
My cock twitches, the sensitive head rubbing against his smooth skin. “Soon. I want to take my time with you.”
“We don’t have time,” he complains. “You’re leaving on Saturday.”
The reminder sits heavy in my chest. I release his cock and slip my fingers out of him, ignoring his sounds of protest, and turn him to face me.
“We can do this every time I visit for the court hearings if you want to.” And now I’m hoping the annulment takes a long time to process.
That I’ll have many more opportunities like this in the future.
Alex licks his swollen lips nervously. “You say that now, but what if you forget about me as soon as you leave?”
I grin and cup his cheek. “We’re married, Alex. You’re not going to be easy to forget.”
He gazes up at me for a long moment, then demands, “Is that the hand you just had in my ass?”
A startled laugh bursts out of me as I pull away from him and dip my hand under the running water to clean it off.
While I do that, he pours soap into his own hands and begins washing me. He takes as much time and care as I did with him, though his touch is gentler. When he reaches the tattoo on my chest, he traces the mountain peak with one soapy finger. “I recognize this. Is it from something?”
“It’s the Lonely Mountain.”
His eyes crinkle as he grins at me. “Nerd.”
I arch an eyebrow and reply dryly, “If I recall, you’re the one with a Witch-king figure on his bookshelf.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t get him carved into my skin. Do you have any other tattoos?” he asks, nudging me to turn around and present him with my back. He gets an answer to his question soon enough. “Holy shit. Those must have hurt.”
“I got them over a few sessions,” I explain.
He traces the lines of each individual tattoo in the row of dice lining my spine, from the d20 at the top to the d4 near the bottom.
Laughing, he teases, “Does this count as a tramp stamp?” The tip of his finger is replaced with something thicker, silkier.
It only takes me a second to realize he’s rubbing his cockhead along the lines of the tattoo. “I kind of want to come on it.”
“Go ahead,” I offer lightly. “You already came on my face.”
He sputters. “That was—you—!”
Before he can find the words, everything goes dark.