Page 45 of What I've Tasted of Desire

“I’m gonna come,” he moaned in warning.

I reached my other hand underneath him and shoved my thumb into his ass as I swallowed him to the root again. His cried grew louder and louder as he bucked his hips, face-fucking me with his prick and then slamming himself down onto my thumb. I didn’t move, just kept my suction around him tight and let him use my mouth and hand at his own pace.

His movement became erratic, and he tightened his grip on the back of my head to fuck his release deep into my throat as he wailed. Alex came down my throat for a full 20 seconds, pump after pump of thick spunk coating my tonsils. I gargled around his tip, trying to keep as much of it in my mouth as I could without spilling and swallowed the rest. When Alex started to tremble and I was getting nothing more from his slit, I pulled my thumb out of his ass and slowly sucked my lips off the tip of his cock to keep his release from spilling out of my mouth.

It tasted so fucking good.I knew it. I knew it, knew it, knew it.

Once my mouth and hands were completely detached from him, Alex’s body went instantly limp on the mattress. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was returning to normal, but he had the biggest smile on his face that I’d ever seen him wear. He always looked so…uncomfortableafter he and Tom would have sex. And, every time I had seen it happen, Alex had finished himself off after Tom had gotten what he wanted.

Sometimes he didn’t even bother to do that…

I pushed what I had left of him in my mouth through my teeth with my tongue to keep the taste as long as possible. I got up off the bed, pulled the condom off, and tossed it in the bin before walking back over to the side of the bed.

I bent down, scooped one arm under his shoulders, and one under his knees, and lifted him off the bed.

He giggled softly and looped his arm around my neck. “Where are we going?”

“You said you wanted to take a bath with me,” I said softly before pressing my lips to his temple.

He let out a small gasp of surprise when I opened the bathroom door and the candle-lit tub came into view.

“How are your legs? Are you okay to stand for a second?”

He nodded, and I brushed my lips against his before slowly lowering his legs down til he had his feet under him. I held on to him until I was positive his shaky legs would hold him. I turned and quickly grabbed the two bottles of water on the counter, setting them by the tub before running my hand across the foamy water.

“It’s still hot.” I smiled at him and held out my hand to help him step over the side and lower himself down into the warm, soapy water. Once he was safely deposited into the tub, I climbed in and propped my back against the side and held my arms out for him. He scooted over to me, nuzzling his nose into the humid space between my neck and shoulder. Feeling his lips curl into a smile against my skin was possibly the best thing I’ve felt.

“Did you like that, Alex?”

Without hesitation, he began to nod. “Yes.”

I was happy he had his eyes closed and couldn’t see the shit-eating grin plastered on my face.

“Was there anything you did not like, or something you would prefer I didn’t do in our future lovemaking?”

He didn’t answer so quickly this time, keeping me on a razor-thin edge of momentary panic and self loathing.

“It was wonderful,” he purred, as if he was already half-asleep.

Told you…

I chuckled in relief. “It’s, uh, really cool to hear you say that. Thank you.”

He softly shook his head, brushing his silky hair against my skin. “No… thankyou.”

I reached over and grabbed a clean wash cloth off the shelf, careful not to disturb Alex’s position too much. I dunked the cloth into the warm water and, using my free hand, began moving it across his shoulders, arms and down the front and side of his chest—what I could reach of it, anyway. I moved the cloth down lower, beneath the waterline, and wiped all around his now flaccid crotch and then down between his legs.

His eyes peeled open for a split second, and he blushed as I slipped the cloth into his crack and gently,very gently,wiped his hole, cleaning any excess lube away.

Once I was done bathing him, I set the cloth aside and leaned back, allowing Alex to cuddle against me until the water went cold.

Chapter Eighteen

As the persistent beams of light peeking in at the edges of the drapes had finally expanded enough through the room to reach the edge of the bed, I reached behind my bag and grabbed my cell phone, careful not to shift too much and wake him.

I pulled the camera up and took a few pictures of Alex asleep with his head nuzzled in the crook of my arm. He was… gorgeous. Otherworldly. If I thought he was beautiful from a distance, I didn’t know that nothing could compare to the reality of him this close. His messy hair swept back off his forehead, every muscle in his body relaxed in peaceful slumber. I hadn't slept much throughout the night, as it had been far too exciting watching Alex sleep curled up around me. He was such a little snuggle-bug. I had managed to doze off here and there, but would wake if Alex moved or made a sound. Sometimes, he snored, but they were cute little bubble noises. It was hard to describe. He was justperfect.

I lightly brushed my fingers across the line of bruising I’d left down both sides of his neck from my teeth. It was purple with splotches of red and white peppered in like a deep space photograph of a galaxy. “You’re such a good boy, Alex,” I whispered.

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