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I simply nod.

Because I’m unable to deny the most amazing man I’ve ever met anything he wants.

Maybe I’m already way past falling.

Twenty-Six

Alex

Blaine Olsen isthe sexiest man I have ever seen.

He’s got muscles on top of muscles. The way his biceps flex as he pushes his jeans down, taking his boxers with them, makes me want to get down on my knees and worship him. His thick cut thighs and strong calves are covered in a dusting of hair, and the light from the moon creates the most exquisite shadows in the grooves of his abdomen.

It’s like every single time I see him naked, my mind short-circuits.

And his cock?

Fuck, my mouth goes dry at the sight.

I want to explore every inch of his body with my lips, my tongue, my hands. I want to lose myself in him, and only come up for a gasp of air so I can dive right back in.

“You’re unreal,” I confess.

Blaine’s lips twitch, morphing into a sexy grin. His fingers wrap around his hard length, giving it a slow, sensual pull.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes, Alex.”

I glance down at my jeans, where the visible outline of my own erection is straining against the denim, and a small wet patch is beginning to form from where I’m leaking. I make quick work of shedding the rest of my clothing, leaving them in a pool by my feet.

Blaine’s eyes trail the length of my body. His stare warms every inch of my skin, making me feel like I’m on fire, and when his gaze stops on my cock, it gives an excited twitch.

I lick my lips with the tip of my tongue, watching his hand continue to tease what I so desperately want. I take a step forward, stopping in front of him, and drop down to my knees.

My hands run up over the curve of his calves, my thumbs kneading the strong muscle before moving up to ghost over the delicate skin on the back of his knee. The hitch of his breath causes my cock to give another excited twitch, but I continue to ignore it.

Because delayed gratification can be a magical thing.

My hands make their way up higher, moving around to touch the front of his thighs, gliding over the smooth skin covering defined muscles, watching as they flex and tense when my thumbs meet his groin. I dig my fingers into the side of his glutes, gently brushing my thumbs over the sensitive skin of his tight sac.

“That’s not enough, Alex, I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t touch my cock soon.” He growls, his fists are clenched at his side, like it’s taking every ounce of strength to stop him from grabbing me.

I lean in, flicking the tip of my tongue teasingly over the slit on the angry, plump head, lapping up the small, pearly drop of pre-come from the tip. A satisfied hum rumbles in my chest from the heady taste, and when I look up at Blaine, his nostrils are flaring and his jaw is clenched. His eyes are filled with so much heat, like I’ve just poured gasoline on the inferno that’s currently burning wildly inside of him.

Wrapping a hand around the thick base of his cock, I take the swollen head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and massaging the sensitive glans.

“Fuck, Alex. Your mouth is heaven,” Blaine moans.

So is your dick, I mentally reply.

I respond by humming, relishing as the vibrations cause another moan to escape Blaine’s lips.

Stretching my lips wide around him, I take him as deep as I can before pulling off with a wet pop. I do it over and over again while gently cupping his heavy sac.

Blaine’s fingers grip my hair tight, and I relax my jaw as his hips begin to thrust, allowing him to fuck my mouth, not caring about the saliva starting to seep from the corners of my mouth or the water leaking from my eyes.

“Fuck!” He yells.

He pulls out and pinches the head of his cock with his fingers. “Your mouth is too good, but I want to be inside of you when I come. Get on the bed.”

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