Page 37 of The Lonely Hearts Guide

Good.

More of that.

Elliot wanted to know every sound Alexander had ever kept hidden. Every desire that had gone unspoken. He sucked and sucked, showing off his lack of a gag reflex. Through it all, their gazes were locked, neither man able to look away.

“Fuck, baby,” Alexander rasped. “You feel so good around me. That’s it. Keep going. That’s my good boy.”

Elliot nodded, whimpering at the praise and shelled his tongue to show his appreciation. Alexander’s cock seemed to never stop pouring pre-cum into Elliot’s mouth. Which was fine by Elliot. He wanted more of the flavor. More of his essence. When Alexander bent his knees and scooted further down the bed, it caused his cheeks to spread, gifting Elliot the sight of his hairless entrance.

Elliot opened his mouth and let a string of saliva drip down into his palm, then spread it around his fingertip. Reaching between Alexander’s cheeks, Elliot softly grazed his hole, making him cry out.

“Oh, God. Elliot. Baby, please.”

Elliot pulled his mouth away and licked his lips. “Yes, sir?”

Fire flashed in Alexander’s eyes. “You don’t have to call me that,” he attempted to claim, but Elliot could tell how much the title turned him on, because his cock twitched the moment Elliot said it.

“I know. I want to, though.” He tapped Alexander’s entrance like he was knocking on a door. When Alexander gave a nod of approval, Elliot slowly pushed his finger inside until he reached the first knuckle. “You’re very tight. Have you ever been . . .”

“Fucked?” Alexander breathed, his pupils blown wide. “No. Never. Not yet, at least.” He placed his hand on top of Elliot’s and slowly pushed the finger deeper inside. “I want to, though. Jesus, Elliot, I want that so much.”

Elliot kissed his thigh. “I’ve never enjoyed bottoming, sir.” Another pearl of pre-cum seeped out, and Elliot quickly collected it with his tongue. His heart raced as Alexander slowly pulled Elliot’s hand back, then pushed him inside again. Soon enough, his hips joined in, fucking himself on Elliot’s finger. “He never allowed me to top. Would you?”

Alexander’s eyes rolled back in his head, his back arching with pleasure. “God, yes! Elliot, I’m going to come soon. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.” Elliot wrapped his lips around the shaft and worked him faster. “Baby, can I come in your mouth?”

Elliot moaned his approval. Wanting to drive the fact home, he shelled his tongue, working faster and faster, sliding his finger rapidly in and out of Alexander’s hole. The moment he struck gold, striking his prostate with force, Alexander erupted, shooting jet after jet into Elliot’s mouth. He left it there, letting it collect and fill Elliot’s mouth until Alexander’s cock was suspended in semen. With their eyes locked, Elliot pulled away and swallowed.

“Holy shit,” Alexander said, looking dazed.

“Was it okay?”

Alexander’s chest rose and fell heavily as he arched an eyebrow. “Are you kidding me? That was the best orgasm of my life. I came in less than five minutes. Truthfully, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

A smile split Elliot’s face. “You mean it?” To answer, Alexander opened his arms, inviting Elliot back to him. Elliot crawled forward until he was straddling his lap, then rested his head on Alexander’s chest.

“After that, I’m never letting you go.” Alexander’s fingers threaded through Elliot’s hair, scratching lightly at the back of his scalp. “I think I might have to keep you forever.”

Tears filled Elliot’s eyes, and he didn’t want Alexander to see them. He didn’t want him to think he was sad, because he wasn’t. Elliot was overcome with happiness. Waves of pinks danced in the corners of his eyes. As he sniffled, Alexander rubbed his hand up and down Elliot’s back soothingly.

“I want that, too,” Elliot whispered. “All I want is to be yours, but I don’t wish to belong to you, if that makes sense. I don’t . . . I don’t ever want to have to feel like someone’s accessory again. To be treated like a thing. He hurt me so badly, Alexander.” He looked up at Alexander with hopeful pinks and melancholy blues dancing in his eyes. “If I give you my heart, will you promise not to hurt it?”

“You have my word.” To prove it, Alexander sealed the pact with a kiss, his tongue slipping into Elliot’s mouth, rolling like the waves around them, sending the boat rocking back and forth.

Elliot broke the kiss and nodded. Reaching down, he touched his tummy. “And what about her?”

Alexander placed his hand on top of Elliot’s and squeezed before letting go and stroking the baby bump. “Would you want to raise her with me? I know she’s yours, but I’d love to be part of her journey, if you’ll allow it.”

Elliot tilted his head forward, pressing their foreheads together. Brushing their noses against each other, he asked, “What if I want her to be yours too? Would you want to be a father? You don’t have to, but—”

Alexander slammed his eyes shut, and a single teardrop slipped out, then dripped down his cheek. “Yes. Yeah, I want that.” When he opened his eyes, they were filled with so much hope and appreciation, if he was an automaton, the pink lights in his eyes would have been blinding. “You’re sure about this?”

Elliot quickly nodded. “I know we’re still getting to know each other, but we’re on the right track, aren’t we?”

Alexander leaned down and placed a kiss on Elliot’s bump. “We’re on the only track worth traveling.” He brought his lips to Elliot’s and gave him the same gentle kiss he just gave the baby bump. “And it’s just getting started.” As Alexander went in for another kiss, Professor Plum squeaked in his cage, running around his wheel at an alarming rate. Seeming to be going haywire.

“Damn,” Alexander grumbled, standing up from their bed and walking to the cage. As Alexander reached into the unlatched cage, Elliot stared at his butt, his own cock leaking beneath the blanket. “Crisis averted. I forgot to charge him last night.” He leaned even closer to the cage, his cheeks parting, his pink entrance completely exposed. Yes, Elliot thought. Yes, he believed he would like to top Alexander. He watched as Alexander picked up the cage and set it on the floor next to the wall outlet, and plugged the charger in. Through it all, Elliot’s eyes never left his backside. His cheeks were plump. Quite plump, indeed. Elliot licked his lips. When Alexander cleared his throat, Elliot looked up to see him smiling over his shoulder.

“You’re staring, sweetheart.”

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