Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Henry

I DON'T DARE MOVE, even when Alex rises to his feet and closes the distance between us. He doesn't touch me, but he could, and that awareness thrums between us like electricity crackling in the air. Air I've forgotten to breathe in far too long.

I suck in a startled breath. It would be hard to miss the way Alex's eyes flicker to my parted lips. But he's straight, isn't he? This can't possibly be happening.

He steps even closer. The crackle is a lightning bolt spitting and sparking before it strikes. Alex raises his hands, lowers them, opens his mouth to speak but says nothing.

Then one single word escapes his lips: "Henry."

I leap forward without thinking, falling against his mouth. Alex catches me, hands going to my shoulders. Even as he clings to me, Alex kisses me back. This isn't some light, accidental brush this time, a mistake easily dismissed. His mouth presses hard against mine, and when I gasp for breath Alex tilts his head and goes in deeper. His mouth massages mine, his tongue glancing along my lips. It nearly takes me off my feet, so hungry, so passionate that it's like a hurricane tearing down the walls to leave me windswept and exposed.

We finally break, both flushed and panting. I cling to my damp towel while Alex clings to me.

"Yeah?" he says.

"Yeah," I agree. "Yeah."

I drop the towel and grasp the front of his shirt, tugging him to the couch only a couple steps away. I'm too scared to attempt the longer hike to the bedroom. What if the frenzy fades? What if the distance sobers him up, makes him change his mind? I don't know what's happening, but I definitely don't want it to stop.

I hit the couch hard and drag Alex down with me. One of my legs hangs off the furniture, giving Alex space to lay atop me. His weight presses me into the cushions, and I grab at his shirt, eager to pull him down and feel even more of him on me. The solidity of his body heavy against me is as strong an enticement as his mouth when it finds mine again. My hands sneak around his broad back, fingers curling in his shirt as he kisses me into the couch cushions with a hunger I wouldn't have dared to expect when I invited him over here. Because seriously, what's happening right now? I thought he might hate me for kissing him on Saturday, and here he is sucking the breath out of my lungs and licking into my mouth.

And he's hard.

He shifts, and suddenly I can feel it. I gasp — or I try, anyway. It's difficult with the voracious way he keeps his mouth against mine. He wants this. He really wants this.

His body's blunt proclamation inspires a surge of confidence within me. I push at him, flipping us over on the couch before he has time to react. Alex lands on his back and blinks up at me, and the flash of startlement in his dark eyes sends me scrambling.

I shimmy downward to his jeans before he can overthink this, then start undoing the clasps. I glance upward before I pull his pants down. He has one last chance to tell me he's straight and this is a huge mistake. But there's no hesitation in his face. He watches me with rapt attention, cheeks and eyes bright, and I don't delay any longer.

I pull his pants down enough to be out of the way before going for the boxer briefs beneath. Gray and functional. What else should I have expected? All that really matters is moving them aside to get at what's waiting for me inside them.

And … wow. I didn't realize Alex was bringing me lunch and dinner today. His cock looks like a mouthful, and I'm absolutely famished when I size up the length and thickness. I lick along him, incapable of holding back once I see him, and Alex groans somewhere above me. Good, that's good. He's into this, and he's not hiding it. If he's the type of guy who's going to beg me to never reveal what we did, fine, whatever, but at least I have him with me for now.

I drag my tongue along his shaft, taking my time. Maybe I should go faster, but the second I saw him, I knew I wanted to enjoy every inch of him. He's hot and heavy against my tongue. I reach his head and run my tongue around it, then close my lips to suck him. Alex drags down a ragged breath, shifting under me.

I take my biggest risk yet and peer up at him, looking up at him from under my eyelashes to meet his eyes.

"Your cock is incredible," I say.

Alex blinks at me, his throat working. Maybe he's surprised. Has no one ever told him that? Everyone he's ever slept with should have.

I dive onto him while he's floundering for words, and whatever response he might have mustered twists into a moan. I fill my mouth with him, and God, his cock is even better this way. It's nice looking at it and all, but it's much more fun playing with it, letting it slide deep into my mouth, feeling the weight and heat. I take him deep and squeeze my lips around him. My nose nearly brushes against wiry hairs, and when I inhale the air is warm and musky with him.

If I go on like this, I'm going to ruin these sweatpants without him ever touching me. I'm glad I threw on loose clothing after my shower, but even sweatpants are suddenly stifling. My cock is so hard it verges on painful, but I'm wholly focused on bobbing along Alex. My needs will come later. I'm not yet sure if that'll mean Alex's help or simply me and my own hand, but I'm in this either way.

I move my whole head to work up and down him, his cock tickling my throat as I go even deeper. I suck in my cheeks at the bottom, getting as close to him as I can, and Alex moans, his hips ticking toward me. The way he holds back only strengthens my desire to break him. I've already pushed him this far out of his comfort zone. What's a little moaning and face fucking on top of that?

I plunge down, hollow out my cheeks, swallow around him while I'm all but gagging on him. His groan deepens, the low, hot sound rumbling through me like a peel of distant thunder.

Come on. Give in to it, I urge him silently.

I do it again, and a few strangled words escape his mouth.

"Henry, careful."

As though I don't know exactly what I'm doing to him. As though I don't want precisely what he's warning me against.

I respond by groaning in pleasure with his whole cock in my mouth, letting him know exactly how careful I plan on being. Alex curses. Or maybe it's just a sharp inhale. It's a raw, glinting sword-edge of a sound, something that cuts through the heated air with its keenness.

Finally, I have him where I want him, tipping helplessly over the edge. I dip and swallow. I lick and suck and sink and do everything I can to push him.

And it works.

His hips push toward me. I gag on his cock as it intrudes even deeper. Only experience helps me push aside the instinct and simply enjoy the fullness. When I swallow, Alex grunts, a startled, cut off sound that announces his imminent destruction. Or mine, I suppose. Alex bursts in my mouth, a bright splash of saltiness before he's emptying down my throat. I stay where I am and take him, swallowing until he groans with overstimulation.

I drag myself off him with deliberate slowness, then sit back between his legs to wipe at my mouth. Alex lies flushed beneath me, regarding me with a mixture of awe and disbelief. I'm making a tent out of my sweats, but I ignore it, bracing instead for his reaction, for the moment when he sheepishly tells me he needs to go now that he's gotten off.

Instead, he sits up and yanks me to his mouth.

I'm so surprised I don't even kiss him back at first. Alex is cupping the side of my face, kissing me deeply despite what he just did to my mouth, and it takes my brain a solid couple of seconds before I realize he's not running away.

He pulls away, still cupping my face. "Stay there," he says.

I don't know what else to do, so I remain where I'm kneeling on the couch. Alex slips off the cushions, rearranges himself a bit, and then does something I never in my life would have expected — he moves me so I'm kneeling facing the back of the couch, then drops to his knees behind me as he drags down my sweatpants and loose, comfy boxers.

I gasp as cool air caresses my bare ass. It can't be. He's straight. Every once in a while a straight guy will let you suck his dick out of desperation, but he'd never…

Alex is. He's standing up on his knees behind me, his hands on my ass as he leans in to… to…

I don't believe it until I feel his tongue on me. Thank God I just got out of the shower, I guess. Or did this idea pop into Alex's head because of that? No, that can't be. Straight guys don't think like that.

I can't wonder about it any longer, because Alex is definitely doing it and he's definitely weirdly good at it. Like, way better than I'd assume some straight guy would be. He spreads me open so his tongue can lick around me, teasing the tight clench of muscle at my core. I was already hard from sucking him, but this is torment. I fold my arms on the back of the couch and rest my forehead against them, squeezing my eyes shut even though he's barely gotten started. It's going to be so embarrassing when this gets me off in no time at all, but it's so startling, and he's so damn good at it, that I don't know how long I can hold myself back.

Seriously, though, why is he so good at this?

Alex doesn't shyly lick at me. He dives in, running his tongue along me, using his lips too. He pokes, and the pressure wrings a moan out of me. His fingers dig into my ass in a way that'll probably leave pleasant red marks for at least a couple hours. I thought I treated his cock like a meal, but Alex is devouring my ass like it's a whole buffet.

His tongue prods at me, trying to get inside, and I let out a high, startled noise. From the way Alex's hands tighten on my ass, I'm guessing he likes it. My body rocks instinctively, but he holds me firm, demanding I give my full attention to his impressive efforts. I couldn't spare a shred of brain power for anything else even if he wasn't holding me decisively against his mouth. His tongue is licking with deadly precision, returning to all the spots that make me gasp and squirm, as though Alex is meticulously cataloging my reactions.

I grab for my cock, but more so I don't ruin the couch than because I actually need the extra stimulation. In fact, the second I touch myself I moan pitifully and tip very, very close toward losing control. My own hand has never felt so incredible, but then again, it's never had the help of Alex's tongue licking over my hole.

I match my strokes to his ministrations, and we fall into a weird rhythm without saying a word. His mouth is perfect. All I have to do is move my hand a little and follow along.

"Alex," I whine, "you're … you're so good at that. Oh my God."

Maybe speaking was a bad idea. Maybe hearing a man's voice will shake him out of this. But he surprises me again by responding with avid devotion. Alex's tongue squirms inside me. His lips close over me. He pushes and pushes, until the barest motion of my hand has me groaning into the couch cushions and exploding into my hand.

I hope I catch it all, but I'm not actually sure. My body is too busy crumbling into useless, quivering pieces. Even when Alex pulls away, I sink forward against the couch, head still buried against my arm, tremors sweeping from my shoulders all the way down to my curling toes. My sweats are tangled around my knees, but I don't bother fixing them. I don't do anything but breathe and wonder how the hell a straight guy rendered me completely useless this easily.

Alex's feet shuffling over the carpet drags me out of my stupor. I find him padding into the kitchen. He returns with paper towels, which he sheepishly offers to me.

"Not the best, but I wasn't sure where to find anything else," he says.

"Thank you."

I clean up my hand, hardly believing he's still here. He settles on the couch beside me, and I fix myself and try to sit normally. It's hard after what he did to me. I want to melt into the cushions.

The silence is torment. I'm not exactly steady, but I finally break it.

"How the hell do you know how to do that?"

Alex snorts a wry laugh. "Had a girlfriend who was super into it."

"Well, tell her thank you."

His mouth twists with mirth. He sneaks a sideways look at me, but he seems afraid of what he'll find. Is it because I'm a guy? Is he scared to look at me and realize he had sex with another man?

His eyes don't linger long, but the smile remains on his lips.

"Thanks for letting me come here," he says. "I didn't intend to, um, do all this."

"I promise I'm equally surprised."

His smile warms, like he enjoys having surprised me, but before I can bask in the expression, he jerks to his feet.

"I should probably get going," he says. "My parents. They'll be wondering where I am."

I could ask why his parents are so intrusive with their adult son, but now doesn't seem like the time. I nod instead, and Alex packs up his stuff. He pauses at the last moment, glancing down at me on the couch.

"Seriously," he says, "thanks."

For the work space? For the blowjob? I have no idea, but I nod anyway, then watch him slip out of my home like none of this ever happened.