Page 40 of Totally Opposed

“I’d like us to be exclusive.”

“We weren’t already?” he replies with a frown stretching across his brow line that I don’t like at all.

“I was. I just didn’t know if you were. You never said, and I didn’t want to assume.”

Relief floods his expression, and he kisses me again. This time, soft and slow and only for a moment. “Exclusive sounds great.”

“So, we are a couple then, like…boyfriends?”

He smiles widely. “Hmm, I like that even better.”

“But maybe we should wait to go public with everyone else, like until the tour is over?”

“By then, we will know if the rumors are true, too.”

“Do you think they are?”

He shrugs. “Could be. But if we show him how amazing the cross promo can be and how much the crowds love both of our teams, he’ll have no reason to axe one of us, right?”

“I guess we should wait, then.”

“Whatever my boyfriend wants, my boyfriend gets,” he replies, kissing my cheek. His soft lips move to my jaw, then down my neck, and I melt into him.

“So…” he says between kisses. “Does my…boyfriend…want to…get naked now?”

“Your boyfriend wants to do all sorts of things.”

He turns me around to face the window, slides his hands down my arms, and then, holding my wrists, lifts them to place my palms against the window.

“Stay right there,” he says, and his fingers glide back up, over my shoulders and down the muscles of my back, tracing the curves so slowly, like he’s committing them to memory, then his hot mouth is in the crease of my neck and his fingers move around my waist and are unzipping my pants.

I rest my head back against him, moaning as he nuzzles and sucks at my neck, his bare chest pressed against my back, and my cock growing thicker by the second.

“Someone could see in,” I say when he drops my pants to the floor and the cool hotel room air hits my wet cock head, sending a shiver through me.

“The windows are mirrored,” he replies, kissing his way down my back. I can see him work his way to his knees in the reflection of the glass. He’s still wearing his pants, but his bareshoulders extend past my smaller frame, and I want so badly to touch him, but I also don’t want this to stop, so I stay where I am, watching him as his mouth and hands explore my body.

He glides his palms, rough and perfect, down my sides to my ankles, then sweeps them back up the backs of my legs until he grips my ass cheeks.

“Take one step back,” he says, kissing the dimple right at the base of my spine, and I shudder but do as he asks.

His breath is warm and tickles the sensitive skin of my lower back.

“I’ve wanted to take a bite out of this perfect ass for so long,” he says as his hands massage the cheeks, squeezing and clenching.

Before I can reply, he spreads me open and buries his face between my cheeks, his hot mouth pressing against my hole and sending a jolt of lightning through my body, right to my balls.

“Holy shit,” I call out, fingers pressed hard against the glass. The city below is a buzz with lights and action, but it’s all just a blur of colors to me. I don’t think I would even care if the windows were not mirrored because nothing would want to make me move from this spot right now. The building could be on fire, and I’d stand here, hands glued to the glass, with Alan on his knees behind me while it crumbled around us.

His tongue slides up over the sensitive skin and circles my entrance, teasing it between kisses.

“That’s so fucking good,” I moan, and he releases his grip on my ass cheeks, and they close around his face, the slight stubble of his day-old shave tickling the soft skin and holding him in place.

He grabs my hips and encourages me back another step closer to him, and when he groans, I worry for a second he can’t breathe, but then the tip of his tongue finds my opening and pushes its way inside. His hands move back to spread my cheeks,and I push against the glass, arching my back and pushing out my ass even more to give him better access. His tongue moves in and out, wet hot lips sucking and kissing, and then he slips in a thumb and my knees almost buckle beneath me.

“Oh god, fucking hell yeah,” I cry out, and he moves the thumb in and out, working in opposite time to his tongue so that I’m always filled by some part of him. My cock is leaking, begging to be touched, but I can’t take my hands off the glass. “I wish I could see you doing that,” I say, and he pulls back, the cold air hitting me, and I immediately regret saying anything.

He stands behind me and turns me to face him.

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