Page 49 of The Photograph

“I’ve never touched a girl.”

“I was so confused. I didn’t like touching their …” He gestures down to his crotch. “or their breasts or …” He trails off with a shudder. “I felt like a weirdo, a creep even. Like I was violating them. That doesn’t even make sense. But then I got interested in half-naked pictures of men, and I started exploring. And recently Grindr, obviously.”

Tilting his head, he stops, eyes roaming my face as my teeth grind. The thought of all this sweetness with some other man … with that guy at Jake’s … I just can’t … but Jesus, that’s so hypocritical. The number of hookups I’ve had from that app would probably shock me, never mind Alex.

He tries to sit up. “This is stupid. I’m a fool to think that a guy like you, gorgeous and successful, would really be interested in someone like me. How could I be so naïve?”

“Alex, will you stop, okay?” I grab his hand and press it into my cock. “Thisis what you do to me. I’m beyond turned on here.”

He closes his eyes for a second. “I feel like an idiot,” he whispers.

“Don’t.” My voice is a rough croak. “This is amazing. Don’t spoil it.”

His eyes wander over my face and my head, and he bites his lip, chest deflating as he props himself on one elbow beside me and reaches for a curl on my forehead.

“You’re all rumpled.”

I grin at him. “Are you saying I’ve got bed hair?”

He smiles. “A bit. It’s like I’ve had my hands in it.”

Lifting my head up from the arm of the couch, I place my lips against his, trying to coax him back over me and it doesn’t take much. He follows me when I lie back down, shifting over me and tangling his tongue with mine, and my fingers drift down his chest to the button on his jeans.

“You want to do this?” I’m not going to take him down a path he’s not ready for, or maybe worse, one he’ll regret later.

“Oh God, I do,” he says.

Okay then. My hand slides over his cock as he pushes his hips forward. He’s rock hard through the denim, and big. Damn, this is sonice.

“This is amazing,” I whisper, and he props himself up with his hands on either side of my head, watching as I start tounbutton him. As I fiddle with the buttons and pop them out of the soft material, his length brushes my knuckles and I stroke up his erection with the back of my finger. His eyes close and red climbs up into his cheeks. Easing down, he traps my hand between us and he’s hard and I’m hard and …Oh God… I grind up into him, his smile latching on to my mouth.

“It’s not lame?” he mumbles against my lips.

“Are you kidding? It’s so good,” I groan. My other hand snakes around to slide into his now loose pants and I grab his ass.

Tangling his tongue with mine, we kiss and kiss, long slow strokes of the tongue, hips pushing together, and I wiggle my hand free to grip his backside with both hands as I press up into him.

“God, Des, I want this off,” he says, balancing on one hand and pulling at my collar.

I grin up at him. “Yes, sir,” I say as he sits back on his heels between my legs and starts unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom as I start at the top. As it flaps loose, he leans over to kiss me and his fingers find my chest and slide over my pecs, nipples tightening.

“I admired this at the club and I … Oh my God, I wanted to put my hands all over you.”

Mouths latched together, I push up, shrugging to get the material off my shoulders as Alex shoves at it and I wriggle my wrists free, flinging it behind me. His hands trail down to the buttons on my jeans and he stills. My mouth curls up against his.

“Is there a reason you’re hesitating?”

This gets me another shy smile, so I reach into his boxers and wind my fingers around the hot velvet length of him. He’s so weighty in my hand that I almost fumble, running my thumb over his smooth tip, and his eyelids droop as a fever climbs higher on his face. I love this messy heated version of Alex,the pink cheeks and the way his pupils take over the color of his eyes. What would sweaty and desperate Alex look like? My thumb circles his cock, and he widens his legs, pushing his pelvis forward into my touch.

“God. God.” The words huff out a shuddering breath. “So hot.”

I laugh, leaning up to kiss him. “Good.”

His hands fumble, now working on my buttons. Then he grabs my hand on his cock.

“Stop, stop,” he gasps, resting his forehead against mine. “I need to concentrate on you.”

Flicking through the buttons on my fly with shaking hands, he palms my erection, exploring my shape through the fabric.

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