Page 51 of The Photograph

He leans forward into a kiss as I trail my hands down his taut abs, reaching under his waistband again. He’s like fire in my hand, and I skirt downward finding the soft skin farther back. I want to explore every inch of this. A loud groan rocks out of him, and my eyes shoot up to find his eyes have closed, his throat moving as he swallows. God, I want to see him naked.Now.My other hand scrabbles at the material on his hip, and I have to let go of his cock to move his boxers down and off, but I’m rewarded with my first glimpse of him.He’s mouthwatering.And boy do I want to put my mouth on him, but I know instinctively that it’s too early for that.

He looks shy. “I can’t believe I’m naked. With another guy.” A shiver dances across his shoulders. “I want to cover myself up.”

“Don’t you dare. Let me enjoy this. Look at you, Alex.” I beckon him closer. “Come here.”

He straddles my thighs again, leaning forward, and my eyes roam all over him as his lips part.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Eyes fluttering closed, he lowers himself almost gingerly on top of me, and something about his caution lights me up. I’m as hard as a rock and everything he’s doing is ramping it up: hot, fascinating. My hand slides up his chest around the back of his neck, pulling him down, and he relaxes into me. Being naked like this with his cock pressing into mine …?Dear God.Rubbing myself against his length, I slide my hand down his back to his ass, and I feel it under my hand when he tenses, pushing his pelvis forward. We’re trapped together, rubbing, restless,eager.

His mouth is sloppy on my face, missing my lips at first and trailing down my chin, coming back to bite my lips.Yes. Fuck. Yes.When his hips really start to move, I reach down, wrapping my fingers around him and causing him to do a full-body shudder when he thrusts. He stops and rests his forehead against mine, and in the distance the air conditioner kicks higher with a whoosh.

“Please, Des,please.”

He sounds broken, propping himself up on one hand, his head bent and looking down, his other hand trailing down my chest to my erection.

“I want you to come all over me,” I say, watching as the head of his cock disappears and reappears between my fingers. “God, look at that,” I say, sliding my thumb over his slit.

But his hand is on me now, and I lose all sense of reasoning. All I can do is twist up into his touch like he’s struck a match. We’re moving fast now. Red builds in Alex’s face, sweat seepingdown his temple, a sheen of damp on his chest. His sweat is all over me, mixing with the heat of mine. This quiet, shy guy, unleashed, suddenly. An Alex I’ve never seen before: wanting, driving.

“You look … I’m so … I’m close, close. Fuck.” I choke it out between gritted teeth as I slide my hand from his backside to his balls, stroking as he arches on a gasp.

“Yes, Des. I’m … oh, oh, oh.”

Screwing up his face, he starts to shake and my own orgasm climbs up my shaft. I shift my hips faster as his cum lands on my abs and my chest.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he says and jerks as his release rolls through him.

His fingers tighten on me, thumb rubbing, and now I’m gone. My ass and legs lock up, tingles start in my toes, and then I’m there, tipping over the edge on a long groan.

When I open my eyes, his flushed face is staring at me eyes wide. He collapses down on me, nuzzling into my neck.

“Dear God,” he mumbles, lips moving on my skin. “Des.”

Laughing up at the ceiling, I squeeze his ass. I want to tell him I love him, but that would be crazy, right? I’m floored by how different it is having sex with someone I feel this way about. While I think I loved George, God did I hold back. He was so careless with my feelings.

I kiss Alex’s temple. “That was so hot.”

“Really?”

I pinch his butt at the surprise in his voice, and he lifts his head and gazes at me. So I raise an eyebrow at him. “You couldn’t tell?”

His flushed face goes a little pinker. “Well …”

Honestly, I want to dance down the streets and swing from the lampposts.

“You’re staying over, right?”

His eyes go even wider.

Squeezing his ass again, I lean up to feather my lips across his. “I want to curl around you all night.”

This gets me a sigh and he closes his eyes. “I want that too, believe me. But I need to go home. My parents …”

“Can’t you come up with an excuse? Say you’re crashing with a friend in town?”

“Let me find a cloth.” He gestures down our bodies, and I nod as he levers off me. Stretching out, I close my eyes, wriggling: I’m like a well-worked piece of leather, soft and pliable.

Next thing I know, something damp is moving gently over my stomach and I blink up at Alex. There’s no sign of what we just did on his torso. I pout. “I wanted to clean myself off you,” I say, and he laughs.

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