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Hiseyes widen and he leaps from the bed. “Hell yes. Give me a sec.” He darts tothe bathroom and returns with rubbers and lube.
“Justhad those handy, huh?”
“Aguy can hope.” The bed rocks as he scrambles up it, tossing the condoms andlube on the pillow.
“Justso you know, you’re coming off a little eager.” I chuckle as I crawl up hisbody and settle on top of him.
“Imay have pictured this,” he confesses, leaning up to plunge his tongue in mymouth. It’s amazing how much I love to kiss him. In the past, I could prettymuch take or leave kissing. It was just a means to an end, a step to be takento lead to my dick in a woman’s mouth or buried inside her. But it’s differentwith him.
Thereare a few awkward seconds when I lube up my fingers. He’s right. I’ve done thiswith a couple of women, but I still feel like I don’t know what I’m doing. I’mused to being confident when it comes to sex. I know what to do to make a womancome until she’s hoarse from screaming, but now I feel like a fumblingteenager.
“Howmuch lube do we need?”
Hisgrin is wicked as he answers, “A buttload.”
“Realfunny.”
Agroan rumbles his chest when I work first one, then another finger into him.“Am I hurting you?”
“No,don’t stop.” I follow his gasped and panted directions, stretching him out andpreparing him for me.
“Rollover,” I murmur when he’s ready.
“Juststart slow,” he instructs, getting on all fours.
Ibarely have the head inside him before he’s pushing back against me, taking mein completely. “Fuck, Alex. You feel good.” The words tumble out of my mouth. It’sdifferent, hot and so damn tight it almost hurts. Slow measured strokes elicita low moan, and he slams back unexpectedly.
“Harder.”
Myfingers dig into his hips as I give him what he wants, slamming into him harderand faster. His hand works his cock while I fuck him like I’ll never haveanother chance. “Fuck yes, like that,” he grunts seconds before his fingersclench the sheet and he comes hard. My orgasm is only seconds behind.
Withoutpulling out of him, I lean to kiss his neck, and run my lips down his spine.“You okay?”
“Mmm…yeah…good,”he murmurs.
“Speechlessand fuck drunk…I like it,” I reply with a chuckle, smacking him on the assbefore pulling out and disposing of the condom.
WhenI return from the bathroom, he’s sprawled across the bed, snoring. And Ithought I could pass out fast. I toss the comforter over him and wander backout onto the balcony. The storm has passed and the air is clean and fresh.Stars glow overhead. It feels surreal. So much has happened in the last fewmonths I have trouble keeping my thoughts straight. Apparently, I can’t keepmyself straight either.
Inever expected to feel this way for a man. I sure as hell never thought I’dfuck a guy…and like it. Maybe that’s what has my stomach so tight. I liked itmore than I expected. I’m not gay. It isn’t who I am. Maybe I don’t know whothe fuck I am anymore. Maybe I’ve never known, really. I’m just Ian, a manwomen can’t resist. A man with no family and no idea where I come from. A manwho just fucked another man.
Icontemplate another glass of whiskey, but I’m sure that won’t exactly clear myhead or ease the confusion I feel. Sleep, that’s what I need. I’ll try to sortthrough my shit tomorrow.
Alexis lying on his side, still snoring when I climb in bed beside him, but a smallsmile lights on his lips when I wrap my arm around his stomach. One thing I’mnot confused about is that I care about him. All the other bullshit aside, Ireally care for him and I’m not going to let that go.
Amurmur of voices wakes me the next morning. Sunlight pours into the room andthe scent of soap and steam drifts from the bathroom. Alex must’ve just had ashower. Damn, how late did I sleep?
Heappears pushing a silver dining cart. “About time you woke up. I ordered roomservice.” His blond hair is damp and the curls cling to his neck. It makes methink of fisting those curls while he sucked me the night before. He’s wearingcargo shorts and a white t-shirt stretches across his chest, barely concealinghis lean muscled torso. I briefly consider stripping all those clothes off ofhim, but we have stuff to do today.
“Someof us didn’t instantly pass out after coming,” I taunt, scooting to the edge ofthe bed.
“Yeah,that’s going to happen.” He removes the covers to reveal platters of eggs,fruit, and pancakes. And bacon. A ton of bacon. “Do you still want to visityour grandmother today?”
“Yeah,”I reply, deciding on the spot. “She might know who my father is, at least.”
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Mygrandmother’s name is Rose Paulson and she seems glad to hear from me when Iphone, inviting us to come to her home.
