Page 38 of Better Late Than Never

“You came prepared,” I said.

His blush was adorable, and he shrugged. “Going clubbing, you never know…” He ran his hands down my back to my ass, and just before he kissed me, he purred, “Only one guy in that place interested me, though.”

“Funny,” I murmured against his lips. “I had the same problem.”

“Is that right?” He kneaded my ass, pulling me in tight against his hard dick. “Looked like you were enjoying some of the other guys.”

“So did you.”

“Mmm, I don’t mind dancing and getting felt up.” He turned me a little so I was leaning against the bed, and then he was going at my neck again. “But the whole time, I just wanted to take you back to the hotel and…” He trailed off into a moan.

Jesus Christ. Last night was suddenly a million times hotter, knowing Alex had been stealing glances at me. That while he’d been dancing and touching other men, he’d wanted to have his hands and body and talented mouth all over me.

And that was exactly what I wanted right now.

I tugged at his shirt. He got the message, stepped back, and peeled it off. I seized the opportunity and did the same, and then he was in my arms again, hot skin against hot skin as he kissed me like his life depended on it. The slide of his palms up my back was even more of a turn-on than him fondling me through my shorts; once he had unencumbered access to my dick, I was going to lose my damn mind.

I couldn’t wait.

I started undoing his belt, and he sucked in a sharp breath. For a split second, I thought I’d misread the situation and I was going too fast.

But before I could back off, he was fumbling with my belt, too. We undid them, and while we were at it, took off our shoes since we’d both completely neglected to do that in the foyer. Finally, everything came off, and when we came back together this time…

Oh fuck yes. Especially when he nudged me back and lowered me onto the mattress. I parted my thighs, and he settled between them, still standing beside the bed but bending down to kiss me as our cocks—with nothing at all between them now—rubbed together.

He kissed my neck. My collarbone. Then he teased my nipple with his lips and tongue and even his teeth.

I arched off the mattress just like I had the wall. “Fuck, Alex…”

He laughed, his breath rushing across my skin and giving me goose bumps. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Oh, you have.”

“Just wait.”

“I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life to—holy shit!” I pushed myself up on my elbow and stared down as he ran his tongue around the head of my cock again.

He looked up through his lashes. “You were saying?”

“I…” Was I? I shook my head. “Nothing important.”

He grinned, and then that amazing mouth was around my cock. I kept myself propped up so I could watch. I could barely breathe. This was hardly the first time someone had given me head, but it was the first time in over four years, and it was definitely the first time someone had done it thiswell. Thisenthusiastically. God, this man sucked dick like it was his favorite thing in the entire world, and the whole damn room spun around me as he licked his way from head to base and back again. He didn’t neglect my balls, either—he teased them with featherlight fingertips and sometimes even his tongue, and I was surprised I could stillbreathe.

“I love what you’re doing,” I slurred. “It’s… oh, Jesus. But…”

He lifted his head, some alarm in his eyes. “What?”

I exhaled. “If you keep doing it, I’m gonna come.”

Relief took over his expression. “Well. We can’t have that yet, can we?” He pushed himself all the way up, dusted a kiss across my lips, and nodded toward the pillows. “Lie back over there.”

I shifted around, and he joined me, settling beside me and draping an arm over me as he met my lips in a long, sexy kiss. Having him like this was almost better than having his mouth on my cock; the latter would’ve made me come, but this was just… perfect. Tracing my hands all over him. Basking in the heat of his body against mine. Kissing someone who actually liked kissing and didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do something else.

Ever since I’d caught that first inkling that I was bisexual, I’d wondered if I would ever really know until I had sex with a man. But I’d been so turned on just fantasizing about Alex that I’d been pretty sure that ship had sailed.

If theredidhappen to be a lingering thread of doubt somewhere in my consciousness, though, it vanished. I loved everything about this. I loved the broadness of his body, the coarseness of his stubble, the low sounds he made—everything that said I was getting intimate with a man had me dizzy with hunger and heat.

That fact that it wasthisman?

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