Page 37 of Bad to the Bone
A moan snuck from Alex’s mouth when Ricky Lee massaged his insteps with strong fingers. “Feels good,” he murmured.
“I’m guessing you don’t do a lot of dancing, and now you’ve been twice in less than a month.” He ran his palms under the hem of Alex’s pants legs and up his calves as far as he could reach, squeezing as he went.
Alex stirred on the bedding, little zings of awareness racing up his nerves from everywhere Ricky Lee touched him. None of it was overtly sexual, but after the hours of what amounted to foreplay in the dance club, both his mind and body were exquisitely sensitized.
“Take them off,” he gasped when Ricky Lee withdrew his hands and retraced the same path over the cloth of his slacks. The touch was even more powerful now that Alex knew what it would feel like without the fabric muting it. “Please.”
Ricky Lee slid his hands up Alex’s thighs to his belt. “You don’t know how often I imagined this after the reunion.” The buckle and zipper yielded easily, and Alex raised his hips to encourage Ricky Lee to slip them off. They landed on the floor, but to Alex’s dismay, Ricky Lee didn’t take the boxers with them.
“When we were running the past few mornings, this hair fascinated me. I wanted to lay you down on the ground and do this.” Ricky Lee ruffled the short golden hair on Alex’s legs, then bent to nip at it and catch it in his mouth. When he tugged a few strands gently with his teeth, Alex moaned. “I loved your legs even back in high school. I used to get hard watching you run. Then I’d go home and jerk off, imagining it was you touching me.”
“Fuck, don’t say things like that unless you touch me yourself,” Alex demanded, arching his hips.
Ricky Lee moved up the bed and hooked his hands under the waistband of Alex’s boxers, but he didn’t pull them down. Leaning forward, he buried his face in Alex’s crotch and sucked at the damp patch Alex had leaked through the fabric.
Alex’s hands fisted around the silk of his tie, and he fought not to howl at the warm, wet suction. But it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. “I want to touch you too.”
“Now you know how I felt.” Ricky Lee slid up again, dragging his cock over Alex’s throbbing erection. There was something deliciously decadent about Ricky Lee undressing him, touching him, while still fully clothed in his evening suit. Alex rocked beneath him, desperate for more contact, but Ricky Lee kept going until he was straddling Alex’s waist. He parted the panels of Alex’s dress shirt and teased his fingers through the light mat of hair. “You didn’t have as much of this in high school. I used to compare our chests. Yours was so much broader than mine.”
“Not anymore.” Alex bit his lip when Ricky Lee circled his nipples.
“Stop that.” Ricky Lee flicked a finger over Alex’s lips and dropped a far too light kiss on them. “I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”
“Then put your mouth there—oh hell yes.” Alex groaned when Ricky Lee lapped at each nub before taking one between his teeth, rubbing his thumb over the other. Ricky Lee’s long, silken hair feathered over Alex’s ribs like a thousand caressing fingertips. Heat filled Alex’s chest and coiled in his belly. “Want you.”
“I’m right here.” Ricky Lee slid down Alex’s body again, achingly slowly, nuzzling a random trail over his torso. His erection ground over Alex’s but didn’t linger, and Alex was about to rasp out a protest when Ricky Lee grasped Alex’s boxers and jerked them down his legs. Alex’s cock slapped against Ricky Lee’s sternum, wringing a gasp from him and a short chuckle from Ricky Lee.
“Eager much?” Ricky Lee curled a palm around it and stroked lightly.
“Damn it, Ricky Lee, suck me!”
Instead of a smart answer, Alex was treated to the heaven of Ricky Lee closing his mouth over him and taking him deep, then gliding up wetly until the head almost slipped free and delving down again. Alex was too far gone to last. When Ricky Lee hollowed his cheeks and swallowed around him, Alex’s orgasm crashed over him, leaving him limp and shaking in Ricky Lee’s arms.
Ricky Lee let him go only long enough to slip open the knots binding his hands before taking him back into an embrace and kissing him deeply. Alex tried to work a hand between them to free the hard cock still prodding his stomach, but Ricky Lee caught it and brought it to his mouth, running his lips over the wrist. “We have the rest of the night for that.”
Alex let himself float on the pleasant lassitude of the moment. “We have the rest of the weekend.”
