Page 82 of The Photograph

“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.

31

DES

The intercom buzzes and I glance over at Alex, dark head bent over his phone on the couch. He’s been quiet this week: going to work, cooking, then collapsing in front of the TV to watch murder mysteries with me. Crime has become our thing, and I’ve never had a thing with a guy before.

“Hello?” I say to our doorman.

“Someone is here to see you, Desmond,” he says. I can never believe how formal Darius likes to be. “A Mr. Sachs. He says his son Alex Sachs is staying with you?”

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