Page 56 of Under His Heel

He must have been making noises. “Love your cries,” Tracht whispered in his ear. He used his fingers to tilt Alex’s head, and although there weren’t any tears on Alex’s face he kissed the corner of Alex’s eye anyway.

Had sex ever felt this good? Alex must have been doing it wrong all of his life. None of the girls he’d been with had ever made him feel like this, unmoored and adrift and unable to even think.

He was almost upset when his orgasm ripped through him, because that meant it was over. He wanted more of this. He needed more. He tried to linger on that feeling, tried desperately to memorize the intensity.

Alex didn’t black out, but he was left in a daze. Tracht was still hard, still sucking on his neck, still playing with his tongue, still cradling his cock. The warm water buoyed him, giving him a weightless feeling.

“I think it’s time to get out now,” Tracht said, but he wasn’t pushy about it. They took their time.

Alex toweled himself off first and then used another towel to carefully dry Tracht. He kissed his feet again, and up to Tracht’s knees. Tracht carefully ran his fingers through Alex’s damp hair and then pulled gently to draw Alex upward.

Before any of this, Alex had never thought he’d be sucking cock on such a regular basis. Had never considered the scent or the texture or the flavor of another man. Who cared about cocks other than his own? But Alex found himself eager to take Tracht into his mouth. To finally get to show off the piercing.

It had taken a little while to grow used to the feeling of this foreign object in his mouth, but now he rolled the barbelled portion of his tongue just under the head of Tracht’s cock and was gratified by the appreciative noises Tracht made.

“That’s very good,” Tracht murmured. “So, so good. Take a deep breath now, Alex.”

Alex took that breath and prepared himself. Tracht held Alex’s head in place and thrust hard, in so deep that Alex couldn’t breathe. His nose was pushed up right against Tracht’s pubic hair. His eyes started to water for lack of air, and just when he thought he would truly choke, Tracht pulled completely out.

Alex desperately sucked in air. When his breathing steadied, he looked up and saw Tracht smiling at him.

Alex opened his mouth again.

It didn’t take all that long. Tracht thrust deep another three instances and came hard as he pulled out on the third one. Bitter come splashed into Alex’s mouth, some of it dribbling out the sides. He licked his lips to get all of it.

“Oh, Alex.” Tracht’s knees shook. “Truly, I made the right choice that day.”

The compliment warmed Alex more than the bath had.

[Chapter 18]

Tracht had Alex dress him in a fancy suit instead of his usual uniform. He told Alex to get dressed too. “We’ll finish up a few things on the ship, and then we can go.”

“Go where?”

“Shopping,” Tracht said. “And, I think, a bit of grooming. I appreciate the longer hair on you, but it needs shaping.”

Whatever that meant. Alex had to admit his hair was getting longer than he normally wore it—buzzed short was a lot more convenient. He’d never seen the need to spend hours agonizing over his hair. He usually just got it done in whatever style Nick had. The more alike they looked, the easier it was to fool people that there was only one of them.

Just as they were wrapping up Tracht’s duties—he offloaded most of them on Espinosa, Alex noticed—Singh approached them.

“Captain!” She smiled broadly. “I have a present for you.”

Tracht’s eyebrows rose. “A present?”

“Well, maybe not as such. Charles got an invitation to a party at the Fotiou residence. Tomorrow evening. It promises to be quite the event.” She handed her tablet over to him, the invitation open on the screen. Name of host, date, time, and some vague reference to a special guest that everybody would probably love to see.

“Are you going?” Tracht asked her.

Singh nodded. “Charles thought it would be fun. We’ll take Nadia, of course. You should bring Alex, too.”

The back of Alex’s neck prickled. That sounded suspiciously like it would be anything but fun for him. “I’ll pass.”

Tracht and Singh both turned to look at him. Singh started giggling, and Tracht’s expression lost the languidness from the previous few hours.

“I suppose that decides it,” Tracht said, handing the tablet back to Singh. “Forward the details to me. I’ll admit to curiosity on the special guest too. Fotiou does throw good parties.”

Sh—shoot. For some reason Alex had thought that Tracht’s good mood would extend further than just a few hours. He’d saved Tracht’s life! That had to count for something, right?

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