Chapter 30

30

ALEX

W hen I open my eyes up, my leg is thrown over Des's and I'm hard, pressing right into his hip. Goddammit. I start to roll away, but his hand comes up and he moves, rolling with me until I'm on my back and he's looking down at me.

"Morning," he says.

And Des all sleep-rumpled might actually kill me. He looks so young and vulnerable. The sound of my heart thumping in my ears is like an insistent drumbeat.

"This is a weird way to wake up," I say, smiling.

"Weird good, I'm hoping."

He leans down and presses a chaste kiss to my lips, but God as he shifts … he's hard, too . I bite my lip, and before I can stop myself my hips move against his and my willpower goes up in smoke. Groaning, I close my eyes, my hand invading his hair as I arch up into him. Our kisses last night and curling around each other weren't enough.

Des's eyes go a bit hazy as I push my erection into his torso, and he moves over me, lining us up and thrusting. Fuck. Fuck.

His eyes roam over my face. "Shower," he says.

But God, I don't want to stop. I lift my head off the pillow and capture his lips then grab his ass, pressing against him.

He laughs, propping himself on his elbows on either side of my head.

"My, my. Impatient this morning."

I arch up groaning. Slow has flown right out of the window. "I think I must have been dreaming about this all night."

He shifts so fast to standing that I gape at him, then tip my head back and growl at the ceiling.

And he leans over me and presses a kiss to my lips. "Last one in the shower's a sloth."

"A what?"

"It's what I always used to say to my sisters when I was getting them ready for school. Mom never got up."

He dances away. "In the shower, sexy man. Soaping you up is my new favorite pastime." And he disappears into the bathroom.

When I follow him in, he's lost his boxers and his hand is in the water testing the temperature. He steps into the spray, blond hair turning dark with the streams running down the muscles in his ass and his legs. And my cock hardens more.

Shucking off the sleep shorts Des gave me last night, I step in after him and he turns around as I lean into him. It reminds me of that day under the awning: how hesitant I was but how the whole thing sent fire through my blood. So long ago . Sounds fade out as his pulse thrums in his neck, his lips sweet and bitten like plums. Drops of water cling to his smooth skin but I just want him leaning and breathing, I want to sink into the ache that's always there when I'm with him. I will never get enough. I want to be with him all the time, lose myself in the feeling I get when he's dancing around the apartment, watch the way he loses his train of thought when I look at his mouth.

He doesn't speak either. But his body is speaking. His ribs rise against mine, his breath whispering over my neck and bringing goosebumps up on my shoulders and chest.

His hand wraps around me, and an ache starts where he's touching me and travels over the surface of my skin like a shield. And I reach out and do the same. The weight of him is solid in my hand, silky velvet and thick, and I glance up and catch his eyes. Air seeps out from between his teeth as he bites his lower lip.

"I still can't believe …" I say.

"Believe what?"

"Seeing your hand on me like this." My breath whooshes out. "I've imagined showers a lot."

The echo of a smile twitches over his lips. My fingers travel over his tip, and his eyes tighten, a muscle moving in his jaw. Spray from the shower clings to every strand of his hair, wet lashes blinking. I explore the ridge where his foreskin connects with my finger, and his eyes flutter and close. The veins in his neck stand out as he arches farther into me, and I slide my hand down and back up, running my thumb across all the slipperiness. My throat is thick, ass tight, and I'm locked up, hoping beyond hope I don't disgrace myself. Fuuucckkk.

He hisses through his teeth.

"Nice?"

He chokes out something between a groan and a laugh. "I don't think nice covers it exactly."

I feather my fingers down him and he gasps. "Alex, fuck."

So far, so good .

"I want to make this the best experience of your life," he says, blue eyes suddenly fixed on mine, and my heart does a strange little drumbeat in my chest.

"It already is," I whisper.

As I hold him in my hand, I stroke down the underside of his cock with my fingers and his hips shift forward, catching my rhythm. His thumb rubs the tip of my erection, and I shiver. This will be two seconds and done if he does any more of that, so I move my pelvis away. "Let me do this for you first," I say.

"Oh, fuck," he gurgles. "I might not survive."

He steps into me, mouth latching on to my neck. "God, Alex, you're so sexy I just can't … Let me touch you," he whispers.

But I won't last. I can't remember what I was dreaming about last night, but I'm too amped up. Making a snap decision, I go down on my knees and Des's eyes go wide. "Alex, I don't know that I—" he starts, but my tongue snakes out and I rub the tip of it over the bundle of nerves I was playing with earlier.

Des's hips snap forward as he groans. So I take the whole end of him into my mouth and wander my tongue all over him. I have no idea what I'm doing here, but he tastes salty and smooth, like a tart whisky, and, God, so good. I could do this forever.

His hands invade my hair as he arches into me. "Fuuuccckkk."

I pull off, and he blinks down at me, water running down his face.

"I've never done this before. I might be shit at it," I say.

"Don't tell me I'm your first," he groans. "I'll get too turned on. And there's no such thing as a bad blowjob. People talk a lot of bullshit about technique and doing this or that. If I'm in your mouth, it's always going to be amazing."

And I take him back in again, playing with his tip again and the skin that surrounds it with my tongue. He starts moving, pushing farther between my lips, so I give an experimental suck and a shudder ripples down his body as his hand invades my hair. Well done, Alex .

Stuttering forward, his cock hits the back of my throat and I almost choke, eyes watering.

"Sorry, sorry," he hisses. "Jesus."

And how carefully he's treating me and how turned on he is emboldens me. Maybe I can do this. What would I like? I wrap my hand around his base, thumb stroking the soft skin of his balls, and he makes another shocked, gurgling sound. Fuck, it's so easy to tell what works for him.

He groans. "I'm going to last like five seconds here, Alex."

And I nod and nod, sucking harder, letting him move in my mouth, and he's hesitant at first, I can tell. And that's a good thing. I really don't want to mess this up.

His face creases like he's in pain, fingers tightening and releasing in my hair. And God, watching him lost somewhere else while I do this is unreal. I'm so hard I reach down and touch myself, dragging my hand down my length, once, twice.

"Oh!" Des says.

"No."

"No, no, no."

"Too soon."

"Too …"

He shakes his head as he tries to pull back, but I lock my hand around the back of his thighs and hold him in position.

And he starts to shake, coming apart under my hands and my mouth, and salt and musk explode over my tongue as I swallow. I gaze up at his flushed face and cratered expression and I'm ridiculously, monumentally proud.