Page 46 of What I've Tasted of Desire

Alex would shift in his sleep, occasionally turning over on his other side. No matter which way he faced, his body would search out mine. With his hands, with his back. When I had woken up a little after 2, he had swung his leg over mine, his head resting on my chest. That one was my favorite. It was like he was holding on to me with everything he had. The feeling of his warm slow breaths coming out of his nostrils and dancing across my bare skin was enough to make the definitive decision that I never wanted to sleep without him again.

I carefully removed my arm from underneath him and scooted over. I was thrilled I was able to get up without disturbing him, but hated losing the feeling of his skin against mine.

It was nearing 7 AM, and Alex would need to be up soon. The security company was coming earlier than originally expected, and that meant our ‘honeymoon’ would be cut short. We needed to be back at Westing House by 9, and I wanted to take Alex to breakfast. It felt like a mortal sin to disturb Alex’s peaceful dreams and not at least have a hot cup of coffee waiting for him. I swiped his room key off the nightstand and quietly made my way to the adjoining door.

There had been several wet spots on my sheets after our lovemaking, so we decided to sleep in Alex’s bed. I would have rolled around in our mess for a week if given the chance, but I didn’t think Alex was into it.

I dressed quickly, hurried down the block to Starbucks, and ordered two hot coffees with cream. One venti for Alex, and a grande for me. It was 7:18 when I got back to the hotel and buzzed into Alex’s room. When I opened the door, a burst of happiness shot through me as I walked in and saw him sitting up in bed, hair mussed and face bleary-eyed. He must have just woken up a few moments prior.

“You’re awake!” Not being able to contain my excitement, I held the coffee cups higher in the air and did a little happy dance.

“Good morning.” Alex laughed and pulled the covers up a little tighter around his waist.

He stretched out his arm and I walked his coffee across the room to him before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Alex took a sip of his coffee. “You know, you are really cute when you sleep,” I ventured.

He peered over his cup at me. “I’ve b-been told I snore.”

“You do,” I replied with a nod.

Man, do I love seeing Alex blush.

We fell into a moment of silence as we sipped our coffees and Alex shamelessly stared at me.

I took another small sip and said, “Don’t look at me like that when you don't have any clothes on, or you will have to suffer the consequences.”

Alex snorted. “The consequences?”

“Yes,” I confirmed, looking over at him. “If you keep looking at me like that, I will be forced to ravish you again.”

Without breaking eye contact, Alex asked, “Can I suck your cock? I didn’t get to last night.”

I had told Alex I preferred direct communication, and that was about as direct as you could get. Was he already comfortable enough with me to stop playing coy?

The last thing I wanted to do was keep him waiting, so I jumped off the bed, nearly tipping over my coffee cup as I set it down too quickly. I peeled out of my shirt and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them and my underwear down at the same time. Once I was bare, I stood at the side of the bed facing him, my already half-hard cock beginning to jet out in front of me.

Alex buried his face in his hands and laughed.

“What?”

“You should be a qu-quick change artist!”

I shrugged, “I mean, maybe… but you still want to suck my dick, right?”

Alex laughed again, “Yes! I d-do. Bring it over here…”

I walked around to Alex’s side of the bed, and he scooted to the edge, the blankets sliding off his lap and revealing his morning wood standing proud towards his bellybutton.

So fuckin’ sexy… and he wants to suck your dick!

“How do you want me?” I asked.

Alex let his legs hang off the bed and spread them open for me to step in between. Alex reached his hand out and wrapped his fingers around my base. “You’re so thick,” he said before I watched the tip of his pink tongue dart out of his mouth to wet his lips. That little unconscious move alone was enough to have my balls drawing up.

“Don- don’t feel like you have to take it all, or anything. Whatever you want to do will feel amazing,” I told him as I reached down and brushed his cheek with my fingers.

Alex leaned forward and closed his lips over my tip as he tightened his grip around my shaft. The wet heat of Alex’s mouth was momentarily overwhelming, and I leaned my head back, closing my eyes. I wasn’t going to be able to stand watching my cock disappear into his mouth.

My fingers instinctively found their new favorite home, twisted up into Alex’s hair, as he hollowed out his cheeks and took me further into his mouth before pulling back, adjusting to the size and the weight of it on his tongue. I opened my eyes and looked down in time to see his cock twitch between his legs as he sucked as much of me into his mouth as he could fit, which was about half.

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