Page 30 of The Lonely Hearts Guide

Alexander leaned down and kissed Elliot’s shoulder, his hand finding Elliot’s baby bump and slowly rubbing it in circles. “You’ll want to stay on your side so you don’t put pressure on her.”

Elliot sucked in a quick breath. The endearment had never been directed at him before. He’d seen it in the films Jared made him watch and read it in the romance novels he borrowed from Jared. Hearing it directed at him—from Alexander, of all people—sent waves of emotion crashing through him. Hope and love and a sense of home. He fought back his tears, resting his cheek against his arm, looking away from Alexander. As he struggled with all his new feelings, he didn’t want to look weak in front of the man.

Alexander’s hands pressed firmly against Elliot’s shoulders, spreading sunscreen across them, his thumbs kneading into Elliot’s flesh.

“Does that feel okay?”

“So good,” Elliot whimpered. A pair of moist lips pressed against his temple, and Elliot reached up, holding Alexander’s face against his.

“Sweet boy,” Alexander praised. “You’re so responsive.”

“Can’t help it.” Elliot closed his eyes and nodded. “You feel too good.”

“I’m going to make you feel even better. Just rest, okay? I’ve got you.” He massaged Elliot’s back, working the sunscreen into his skin.

Elliot purred like a kitten as Alexander’s hands worked their way down his sides. Along the way, Alexander tickled him, making Elliot squeal and wriggle beneath him. The more he moved, the more contact he made with Alexander, and by the time the man reached Elliot’s lower back, Alexander’s clothed erection was pressing firmly against the cheek.

“Sorry,” Alexander whispered into Elliot’s ear. “I didn’t mean to get . . . you know. I can stop now if you want.”

Elliot looked over his shoulder and smiled, shaking his head. “Keep going. I don’t mind.”

Alexander brushed the hair away from Elliot’s eyes. “You’re sure? Because it’s going to be pressed against—”

“Alexander,” Elliot interrupted, though not unkindly. “I’m aware, and I would very much like for you to continue.” To prove his point, Elliot arched his back, making direct contact. “See? The world hasn’t ended. It’s only an erection; it’s not as if you’re attempting to penetrate me on the pool deck.” Alexander’s eyes bulged. “Oh, dear. I said that far louder than I should have, didn’t I?”

A man cleared his throat beside them, and Elliot turned to face him. He looked like a kind man. At the man’s side, his bountiful beau was lying beside him, and both men were wearing Speedos that left nothing to the imagination.

“You can talk dirty as loud as you want, kid,” the older gentleman said, glancing down at his own noticeable erection. “We’re all in this together.” For reasons Elliot didn’t understand, the man lifted a fist in solidarity. “Get your freak on, gents.”

When Elliot looked up at Alexander, his cheeks were a rosy shade of red. He always seemed so in control, and Elliot liked to see this side of him. A bundle of nerves. A little live wire, sparking with worry. Elliot arched his back again, and he could feel Alexander’s hardness wedged between his cheeks.

“Alexander Davenport,” Elliot cooed. “You dirty scoundrel.”

Alexander chuckled, and with an acknowledging nod toward the erect gentlemen to their left, he turned his focus back to Elliot. “I’ve gone as low as I can go on your back. I need to scoot down to get your legs.” With an undeniable look of lust in his eyes, Alexander rolled his hips, grinding his erection against Elliot’s backside, making him whimper.More. Elliot wanted so much more. Once Alexander moved lower, he focused on the task at hand, rubbing up and down Elliot’s legs. He went all the way to Elliot’s ankles, then took each foot into his hand and gently massaged them. Elliot couldn’t remember ever feeling as peaceful as he did at that moment.

Alexander motioned for Elliot to roll over, and when he did, his own erection was fully visible, leaking through his pink Speedo.

“Jesus Christ,” Alexander breathed.

“Does it please you?” he asked, feeling a bit self-conscious. “I know some men like their beaus to be small. I apologize if it’s too much.”

Alexander quickly shook his head. “It’s beautiful.”

Elliot swallowed before whispering, “Would you like to see it? I can show it to you tonight.”

“You don’t have to,” Alexander quickly objected. “We can go at whatever speed you want.”

Elliot nodded. “I think I want you to see it. To see all of me. I believe I’d like to see yours, too.”

“It’s not as big as yours,” he said, staring down at Elliot’s erection. “I mean, I’m not tiny or anything, but that thing is . . .” He licked his lips, seemingly unable to look away. “Jesus. I’m scared I’ll disappoint you now.” When Elliot looked down at Alexander’s bulge through his swimming trunks, the outline of Alexander’s erection took Elliot’s breath away.

Elliot brought his hand toward Alexander’s groin, eyes locked on his prize. “May I touch it?” he whispered. “Through your swimwear, I mean. The other men aren’t paying attention. I’ll be quick about it.” He nibbled his lip, wanting to feel Alexander’s weight in his palm.

Alexander exhaled a shaky breath. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “You can.”

Elliot cupped Alexander’s bulge, his eyes flashing pink light, flickering faster than they ever had before. He let out a guttural growl—a sound he didn’t even know he was capable of making—and tightened his grip, slowly stroking up, then down.

Alexander cleared his throat. “Is this okay?”

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