Chapter four
FOUR
Henry was sitting on the double bed, propped against the headboard. He was still wearing the t-shirt and boots he had been wearing outside. A man Finley didn’t recognize was sitting on the bed with his knees spread and jeans open. Alex was on the floor on his knees, between the stranger’s thighs.
Alex had his jeans and sneakers on, but his shirt was off.
Finley watched Alex’s back muscles work as Alex enthusiastically worked his mouth up and down the stranger’s cock.
The stranger had his palm on top of Alex’s head.
Henry’s eyes flicked up and met Finley’s.
A bolt of panic shot through Finley. Before he could flee, Henry spoke.
“Line’s forming,” Henry said blandly.
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” Finley began.
Alex pulled off the stranger and turned to see who was at the door.
His lips were wet and red and his cheeks were flushed.
The word HOLE in capital letters was written in black marker across his right cheekbone, with an arrow pointing to his mouth.
Finley’s breath evaporated from his lungs.
All thought and sense left his mind, and he forgot what he had been about to say.
Alex didn’t say anything, but he turned back to his task between the stranger’s legs.
Finley was rooted to the floor. His impulse to apologize and run wasn’t enough to propel his feet.
Instead, he watched the back of Alex’s head bob up and down in the stranger’s lap.
He watched the long lines of Alex’s back move and the way his waist looked above the leather belt around his jeans.
Alex made needy, whimpering sounds as he sped up.
It sounded like he was jerking off, but Finley could see both of his hands squeezing and massaging the man’s thighs.
He didn’t seem to be grinding on anything either.
Did he really love sucking cock that much?
The man on the bed pulled Alex off by his hair.
Alex grabbed the man’s cock and jerked him.
The man made a growl in his throat followed by a gasp.
From his spot in the doorway, Finley couldn’t see Alex’s face, but he guessed the man was painting Alex’s face with his come.
Alex moaned just as long and loud as the man did, although Finley still saw no indication that Alex had any release.
Henry tossed a hand towel in the direction of the man sitting at the foot of the bed.
The man took it and carefully cleaned Alex’s face before standing up and closing his jeans.
Alex sat back on his heels and watched as the man gave Henry a wave and patted Alex on the back of his neck.
The man squeezed through the space between Finley and the doorframe and clapped Finley on the shoulder as he passed.
Finley continued to stand in the doorway.
“You going to stand there, or are you coming in?” Henry asked from his spot on the bed.
Finley looked around the room for the first time.
A three-tiered bookshelf sat in the corner, loaded with paperbacks.
There was a crushed pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the bedside table next to a wallet and a phone.
A laptop leaned against the wall, plugged into an outlet.
Three boldly colored art pieces hung on the wall.
A closet door was closed and a plastic clothes basket sat by the door.
Alex, who had sat back on his heels, turned to look at Finley. The black marker on his face had smeared but was still legible. Finley swayed on his feet. He felt lightheaded. He was hard. Alex looked like he wanted to. Finley wet his lips.
“Do you want to?” Finley’s voice was hesitant. Alex’s lips turned up in a small smile. He nodded.
“Yeah, uh,” Finley cleared his throat. “Okay.” Finley stepped into the room and pulled the door behind him. He left it ajar, the way it had been before he stepped into the doorway. If Alex and Henry wanted the door open, who was he to close it?
Finley closed the gap to the bed and Alex leaned out of the way for Finley to sit on the bed.
He looked down at Alex, who was still back on his heels.
Seeing the HOLE in black marker this close made Finley’s heart race.
He’d never done anything like this before.
It was so hot he worried he’d come the moment Alex put his mouth on him.
He tried to take a slow breath and calm his body. He reached for his belt.
“You can come on his face, he likes that,” Henry instructed from behind him. Finley nodded his understanding as he opened his jeans. He lifted his hips and pushed his jeans and boxers down enough to pull out his erection.
Finley sat back on the bed with his cock out. Alex watched until Finley had settled back in his seat. Then, Alex lifted himself back onto his knees. He spread his hands open on Finley’s exposed thighs and squeezed. He opened his mouth and sunk down on Finley’s cock in one motion.
“Oh fuck,” Finley breathed.
“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Henry commented from behind him. That’s exactly what Finley had been thinking. Alex was a pretty, wanton mess, and Finley couldn’t look away.
Alex established a punishing rhythm and Finley gripped on to the back of his neck and shoulders to hold himself upright.
He wondered if anyone was in the doorway watching, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Alex.
Alex made little whimpering sounds as he bobbed his head.
Finley slid one of his hands from the back of Alex’s head to run his thumb over the writing on Alex’s face.
From above, Finley could see a view of Alex’s chest. A sheen of sweat glistened on his neck and chest and Finley wanted to touch more than his face.
Henry hadn’t given him any rules about touching.
He dropped his hand from Alex’s face and reached lower.
He ran his fingers down, over Alex’s clavicles and over his chest. He gently ran the pad of his finger around one of Alex’s nipples.
Alex looked up at Finley. His mouth was stretched wide around the wet cock in his mouth.
His eyebrows were drawn together. Finley’s felt tightness deep in his cock and he looked at the ceiling and tried to clear his mind.
Alex had just put his mouth on him. He hoped he could last at least a minute or two.
He glanced back down at Alex, who was still looking up at him, blue eyes shining.
Finley gently pulled on Alex’s nipple, and Alex closed his eyes and moaned loudly around Finley’s cock.
“You’ve got another one,” Henry said, drolly.
Finley looked up to see another man leaning against the door frame.
He was watching. He was tall and thick with a short blonde beard and tattoos from his hands to the sleeve of his shirt.
Finley had never been watched during sex, never done anything with a man watching.
But Finley was wound too tight for his arousal to dissipate.
Alex dropped one of his hands from Finley’s thigh and rubbed his cock through his jeans.
“Don’t you dare,” Henry warned, voice stern.
Alex made a frustrated noise and flexed his hand.
He looked up at Finley again. He worked his mouth over Finley with such desperation Finley couldn’t hold himself off any longer.
He yanked Alex’s head back just in time to shoot across the lettering on Alex’s face.
Alex groaned as the fluid marked him and he pressed his open palm against his jeans again.
“Clean him up before you go,” Henry directed.
He tossed a clean hand towel to Finley. Finley carefully wiped Alex’s face, smearing his come through the ink.
Alex sat back on his heels again while Finley worked, and he gazed at Finley without comment.
He looked sweet. Obedient. Finley worried to himself that this experience had awakened something in him that he would have to unpack later.
After Finley finished cleaning Alex’s face, he dropped the towel onto the floor with the others that had accumulated there. Four, so far.
“How many towels do you have?” Finley asked. Henry laughed and Alex smiled with him.
“A dozen, but we’ve never used them all in one night. S’usually around six to eight before we get bored,” Henry replied.
Finley wasn’t sure how to casually remove himself from his spot on the bed and make room for the next person. He looked Alex in the eyes, who was politely waiting.
“Thanks, you’re incredible,” Finley settled on saying. Alex smiled brightly. Finley stood and went to the doorway. He fist bumped the guy waiting his turn. He went back outside to the fire.