Part 4 (1/2)
”Good G.o.d, you're incredible at this.” Dylan was panting. ”Suck harder. Use your tongue.”
Oh, yes, Master. Alex did as he'd been told but decided to improvise besides. He lifted his free hand to cup Dylan's nuts and began to roll them gently, feeling the sac draw up high and firm at his touch.
”f.u.c.k! You devil!”
Alex chuckled to himself and kept right on doing what he did best. He used his tongue to stroke, his teeth to sc.r.a.pe ever so lightly, and worked his fingers around those hardened b.a.l.l.s. Dylan continued to slide in and out, swearing a blue streak as Alex worked his magic.
You might be able to transport us through some kind of hocus-pocus kind of gateway ... but I've got the keys to you now, baby.
Dylan's fingers tightened and loosened in concert with Alex's sucking. Alex urged him on, letting his cheeks bulge around Dylan's c.o.c.k. ”You have no idea how s.e.xy you look,” Dylan said hoa.r.s.ely. ”No, wait. You probably do.”
Mm-hmm. Alex exhaled around Dylan's c.o.c.k, then tickled his b.a.l.l.s and gave them a rough squeeze. It's been a good show. Let's see about the big fireworks. I want this to end with a Fourth of July kind of bang.
He sc.r.a.ped his teeth harder over Dylan's staff, then bit ever so lightly. The t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es in his hand pulled into a hard knot, and Dylan began to huff like a freight train. ”d.a.m.n it. Want to f.u.c.k you. Get my c.o.c.k into that tight little a.s.s.”
There's always later. And believe me, I plan on there being a later. Like I said, you can take another break. Alex let go of Dylan's b.a.l.l.s and reached behind them to tickle the little strip of sensitive flesh there, before sliding one finger into his mouth to moisten it, teasing Dylan's c.o.c.k with that extra bit of sensation.
”f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k!”
Exactly. Using his dampened finger, Alex traced his way back down the line of Dylan's sac andperineum, then up into the crevice of his a.s.s cheeks.
”You do that and I'm not gonna ...”
Alex did. His slick finger pressed up against the hard wrinkled skin of Dylan's hole, pressed hard, and sank in.
”Oh, h.e.l.l!” Dylan gripped Alex's hair roughly enough to hurt as his c.o.c.k jumped and his legs twitched.
He froze for a brief moment, then let out a long, guttural cry and began pumping into Alex's mouth as the condom filled with thick spurts of creamy come, weighing heavily on Alex's tongue. Alex's own c.o.c.k gave a sharp buck, and he came along with Dylan, once again soaking the front of his own pants.
He couldn't have cared less.
Giving Dylan's c.o.c.k one last, lingering lick that swirled down around the tip, savoring the berry taste of the condom, Alex drew off and sat back. Dylan's fingers slid out of his hair, those big hands coming to rest on his thighs. The man was sweating profusely and looked sh.e.l.l-shocked, as if he didn't have two working brain cells left to rub against one another.
Alex rested his chin on one well-shaped knee. ”So,” he murmured. ”Was it good for you?”
”You're a demon,” Dylan managed to rasp. ”Why the h.e.l.l didn't you come in with someone? Any man who knows how to use his mouth like that ... G.o.d.” He removed the used condom with shaking fingers, tied a knot in the end, and hurled it neatly into a trash can by the bed. ”Don't think I'm not going to get inside your a.s.s,” he warned. ”Just give me a few minutes.”
Alex lowered his eyelids to half-mast. ”Thought we were still technically on the clock.”
”Not anymore. As if I'm going to go back to pulling drinks when I've got a hot armful like you with me?
I can afford a sick night.”
”Liar, liar, pants on fire.” Alex drew his nails lightly down the corded length of Dylan's thigh. ”You're not sick at all.”
Dylan flashed him a wavering grin. ”You never heard of lovesick?” He rolled away from Alex before Alex, startled, could form a reply, and stood. That taut, toned a.s.s of Dylan's flexed temptingly as he walked toward a wall phone Alex hadn't noticed before.
As Alex watched, his lover's fingers danced over the keypad. Dylan swore once when he had to stop and redial, but he managed to get the right number on the second try. ”Silas? Hi. It's Dylan, from the Motor Pool bar. Can you have someone cover for me the rest of the night?” Pause. ”d.a.m.n. Busted.
Yeah, I did meet someone.” Pause. ”No, it's not just anyone. He's one of the Brothers.” Longer pause.
”Take it easy. I know what I'm doing. Don't worry about Liam. I'll treat my guy right.” Pause. ”Great, thanks.”
Alex leaned against the bed as Dylan hung up, and then turned around to face him. ”It always comes back to Liam,” he drawled. ”That man is a mystery to me, but if he gets you off the hook for the night, I'll have to kiss him when I see him next.”
”Better not. I want all your kisses.” ”Then you'll have to earn them, won't you? Mmm.” Alex sighed happily as Dylan reached down and pulled him up for a hard lip-lock, tasting the man's natural flavor again even in the all-too-brief encounter.
”Now we have all night. Whatever shall we do with our time?”
”No one operates on an empty belly,” Dylan informed him. ”Let me get dressed, and I'll take you to one of Amour Magique's restaurants. We need more than popcorn and pretzels to fuel us up for tonight.”
”Oh, and waste all that good-quality f.u.c.king time?” Alex batted his eyes once more. ”I thought you wanted to put your c.o.c.k in me.”
Dylan's grin was sharp. ”All in due course.. Right now, I'll find you a change of pants while I dress.
d.a.m.n, I never knew anyone who could come just from sucking before. You're fantastic.”
”And it just goes up from here.”
”I may not survive.”
”Maybe not, but you'll go with a smile on your face.”
”Food first, you insatiable kitten. Then we come back here and f.u.c.k. I promise.” Dylan held out his hand. ”Once more with feeling. Are you ready, willing, and able?”
Alex considered for a moment, then reached up to take the warm, strong fingers in his own. ”Lead on,”
he purred. ”I can't wait to see what you have in mind.”
Chapter Four.
Alex was about to put on the clothes Dylan had offered when he was struck by a bright idea. ”Room service,” he blurted.
Dylan paused. ”Say what, now?”
”Food brought to the room. You know, so we don't have to go anywhere.” Alex cast the loaner clothes aside. ”I'd rather stay right here as long as we can. The lighting is just to die for, there's plenty of condoms and lube and, oh, yes, this great big bed.” He shrugged the s.h.i.+rt he still wore off his shoulders and let it float gracefully into a puddle on the floor. ”And all the things we could do on this bed. Even while waiting for room service to show up.”
Dylan had paused with his hand on the doork.n.o.b but now turned to watch Alex. The expression in his eyes was hot as he gazed at Alex's naked torso. Alex preened, knowing that he presented a tempting picture: rippling with lean muscle and smooth as a man's chin right after a shave, crowned by his two lovely flat nipples. ”You make a good argument. But what if I told you Amour Magique doesn't have room service?”
”Then I'd just have to have you for dinner. Mmm, big strong man with a side of s.e.x. Best entree I can think of.” The tall bartender grinned. ”So, would it spoil your fun if I told you theydo have room service?”
”Depends. Can I eat my meal off of you?” Alex moved his hands to his zipper and drew it down. ”I can imagine all sorts of things to do with food, if you're bound and determined that we eat.”
”There is a meal called the 'Full-Body Special ...'” Dylan ran his tongue across his lips. ”b.l.o.w. .j.o.b of my life aside, do you think you're worth the cash for that kind ofVIP treatment?”
”Baby, I'm worth my weight in platinum.” Alex slipped out of his shoes and dropped his cargo pants, good and sticky in the front. He'd gone commando. Now his c.o.c.k was revealed in all its glory, thick and uncut, a respectable size even when he wasn't hard. He posed for Dylan. ”Don't you think so?”