7. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Leif
The morning sun shines through the large windows, basking Aliko in its bright, golden rays. He’s sleeping soundly beside me, looking completely at ease.
I hadn’t realized how tense he always is until I saw him last night, relaxed and letting go.
When he’s behind a drum set, he’s confident, but there’s something in his shoulders that tells me he’s stressed or worried about something.
Last night, though, after our drinks, and more so after the sex, he was completely at ease.
Aliko is so unashamedly himself, yet usually it feels cautious. Like he wants to be himself, but he’s worried that it’s wrong or that he’s not doing things right.
I guess that makes sense if he isn’t used to being human.
I didn’t get much of his story, and I wasn’t lying when I said I don’t read the articles.
Of course, I’ve heard things over the last few weeks about him and the others, but I never fully pay attention.
People talk. They always have a lot to say, and most of it isn’t true.
I never really thought about what it would be like to grow up in the ocean.
It’s not like growing up in another state or another country.
It’s like an entirely different world. For some reason, that hadn’t crossed my mind about him before.
I’d just assumed he was like all the other monsters in that aspect, but he’s very, very different.
I should have known. Because, of course, Aliko is different.
It’s why I’m so drawn to him. Why I… like him so much.
Last night didn’t help that at all… my crush is only getting worse.
Knowing what I know about him now, having that realization and understanding that Aliko is truly new to this world, he doesn’t have to explain to me that he doesn’t understand things anymore.
We won’t have to have those awkward little moments where he’s unsure and I’m trying to figure out why.
Now that I know, I want to make him comfortable.
I want him to be confident in his choices in this world, on the land.
He was amazed by my piercings. In awe of my tattoos.
He’d never had sex before. None of that stopped him, though.
None of that made him scared. I saw it in his eyes.
He wanted me. He wanted everything that we did and more.
Aliko may be hesitant, but he is eager to experience life up here—the things he doesn’t have in the ocean.
He doesn’t know much about this world, but he wants to learn.
And there’s something about how na?ve and sweet he is, mixed with his badass rock star persona, that doesn’t quite make sense.
But it fills me with so much fucking excitement, anyway.
Aliko wants to understand this world, and I’m going to make sure he knows he’s doing a good job… that he’s doing all the right things.
Because to him… he’s not. He’s disobeying his family.
Going against everything they stand for.
And maybe that’s why he feels more comfortable as a human.
Maybe it’s easier to pretend that way. I just hope he knows that I’ll accept him any way he chooses to be.
That just feels a little too deep to announce right now.
I don’t want him thinking I’m obsessed. I don’t want to risk my job by making him uncomfortable.
Because I need this job—and not only that, but I want it.
I love what I do, and I shouldn’t risk it over sex.
But last night… he was really hard to resist. And if we can both be adults about this, then there won’t be a problem.
There’s no reason we can’t hook up and still do our jobs, functioning the way we should. If he wants to do it again, that is.
My bladder doesn’t care that I don’t want to get out of this warm, comfortable bed with Aliko, no thanks to all the alcohol we drank last night.
I carefully throw the blankets off and get up to use the bathroom.
When I return, Aliko is sitting on the edge, rubbing his eyes.
Of course, looking hot as hell, completely naked under the morning sun.
“I thought you’d left,” he says, gaze flicking up to me.
I gesture to my clothes on the floor. “Everything is still there.”
He looks down and smiles. “Didn’t think of that.” His gaze returns to me. “Come here.”
I walk toward him and stop a few inches away. His hand gently slides from my thigh up to my hip before he leans in and kisses the spot above my cock—making it twitch.
“This okay?” he asks, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He does it again, his other hand coming up to hold me tight.
My head falls back on my shoulders, and I let him do his thing.
I let him explore me with his mouth. Kisses across my stomach, along my ribs.
He flicks his tongue against my nipple rings.
It takes seconds before my dick is hard.
He runs his cheek across it, then nuzzles his nose above it, in the hair, like some wild animal.
“Can I taste you?” he asks as his hands run along my skin like he just can’t stop touching me.
“Yes,” I answer again.
I hadn’t anticipated another round before we parted ways this morning, but I guess I’m lucky.
I can’t remember what’s on the schedule for the day, other than the same stuff we need to do to set up for the show tonight, but I always report at the same time.
My alarm hasn’t gone off yet, so we have some time to fool around.
How much is a mystery, though. Will my alarm go off in thirty minutes or thirty seconds?
Aliko opens his mouth and takes me in, running his tongue along the underside, pressing against each barbell. He’s really interested in my piercings and I don’t hate it.
He goes slow, licking and testing how deep he can take me. It’s not the best blow job I’ve ever gotten, but something about him taking his time, learning, is hot as hell. This doesn’t feel like it’s about getting off, it feels more intimate than that and I don’t know why.
Aliko is using me to learn about sex, and I didn’t think that was a kink of mine, but you learn something new every day.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I hear the nerves in his tone and run my hand gently over his head.
“It’s perfect.”
He smiles like I just gave him the best compliment, before he takes me into his mouth again, this time sucking a little harder.
I moan, sliding my hands around the back of his head and shifting my feet to steady myself. He must take that as a hint to go deeper, even though it wasn’t my intention. He does and gags, then pulls off.
“Sorry,” he says, wiping his mouth of drool.
“Don’t be sorry. That felt good.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. But if it’s too much, you can stop.”
“It’s not. I’m just not used to it. But I like it.”
Nothing in those blue eyes of his tells me he’s lying.
“Then keep going,” I say.
And he does.
He pushes himself more, taking me deeper each time he bobs his head. He takes a break and licks me, then sucks on the head for a bit. It all feels amazing. So fucking good. I don’t want him to stop. But then my alarm goes off.
“Shit,” I mutter. It’s on the end table on the other side of the bed. “Let me turn that off.”
He releases me, and I move around to the other side of the bed to get my phone and silence the alarm. I have an hour before I need to be downstairs to meet the crew.
“Do we need to stop?” he asks.
I look at him over my shoulder.
“Not at all.” I put my phone down and crawl onto the bed to lay on my back.
Aliko crawls over and settles between my legs.
He goes back to exploring my cock, going even deeper than before.
When I hit the back of his throat, I groan as he gags again.
He pulls off, kissing down my length to flick his tongue at the ring on my sac.
Then he goes even lower, licking and kissing… until he stops.
“This okay?” he says so quietly, his voice shaking.
I meet his gaze and run my hand over his head in a soothing gesture.
“Unless I tell you to stop, assume it’s okay.”
Something in his eyes changes then. Darkens slightly. A little bit of confidence.
He slides his hands under my knees and lifts my legs, then goes back to what he was doing. Slowly making his way down my balls, to lick at the spot between them and my hole. I groan loudly, loving the sensation. He takes the hint and moves lower, flicking his tongue over my hole tentatively.
“More,” I moan.
With a growl, he goes back in, licking firmly.
With each stroke of his tongue, he grows more confident until he’s eating me like his life depends on it.
Pleasure rolls through me, and I wonder if I could come like this, with just him licking and teasing my hole.
Had I not come last night, maybe. But we can explore the hands-free stuff another day—when we have more time.
I didn’t tell him that I usually bottom, because it doesn’t matter. Sex feels different with everyone, and sometimes you enjoy things you didn’t think you would enjoy before.
I’ve been told I top from the bottom because I like to be in control and telling the other person what I want, but I’m a slut for having my hole filled. We’ll get to all that, though. I’m confident this won’t be a one-time occurrence.
Aliko moans, humping the bed as his fingers dig into my thighs. Precum spills from my cock, dripping down and pooling at the base.
“Are you close?” I ask.
He hums a sound that tells me yes, so I grab my dick and stroke.
“Keep going,” I say. “Eat me like it’s your favorite thing to do, Aliko.”
His nails dig into my skin so harshly there will be marks, but he listens. He laps at my hole with his warm tongue, sliding the tip inside. His movements are faster, and his moans get louder and more erratic with each movement.
“Fuck, Aliko—I’m coming.”
My dick erupts, cum splattering on my stomach. It’s a miracle there’s any left in there after last night.
My orgasm hits hard and fast; subsiding after a few long and pleasurable seconds. I look down at Aliko. His face is glistening with saliva, and there’s a slightly drunken look in his eye.
“That was good morning sex,” I say with a chuckle.
He laughs too, then lifts himself to look down at the mess he made.
“I’m sure the staff are used to it,” I say. “And don’t they all sign NDAs?”
We hold each other’s gaze for a long moment until he starts to laugh.
“It’s not the first time I’ve left cum all over a bed,” he says.
“Oh?” I say, intrigued by what that means.
“I like to jerk off.” He admits it as if it were any other thing to say. Like it’s a normal conversational topic.
I’m amazed at how easy this feels. How normal and natural we are right now. I’ve known the guy only a few weeks, and though I’ve been attracted to him from the very first second I saw him, I didn’t think this would actually happen. Now, here we are.
“Do you have to go?” he asks.
“Unfortunately. I need to meet the crew.”
“Can’t use hanging out with one of the band members as an excuse?” He smiles playfully.
“Nah, I don’t need them thinking anything weird.”
I get up to go to the bathroom and clean myself off. When I get back to the room, Aliko is dressed in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.
“Fuck, are you trying to keep me here?” He frowns. “You look hot in sweatpants.”
His face lights up. “I just put on something comfortable.”
I grab my clothes, then walk to him. “Well, for future reference, grey sweatpants are slutty pants for men.”
“Really?” he breathes out.
I grasp his chin and kiss him gently. When I pull back, he still looks confused.
“It’s adorable how much you don’t know.” His face falls, but I lean in to kiss him again. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. You’re new here. You’re doing amazing so far. I’d never know if I didn’t know… But it is cute.”
His face lights up again, and I swear, I’ll never get tired of seeing that look on Aliko Anson’s face.