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“Isthat a no?”
“Hellno it’s not. Hurry the fuck up so we can get dinner over with.”
Aftera surf and turf dinner and a few too many drinks, we make our way back to ourhotel. Ian went all out on our trip, booking a large suite. Glass doors openonto a balcony overlooking the ocean. It’s a gorgeous sight during the day, butno less impressive on a night like this when the ocean is roiling and lightningstreaks the sky. Warm hands land on my hips from behind as I lean on therailing, caught up in nature’s show.
Herests his chin on my shoulder, his hair still damp from his shower. “I’m goingto call my grandmother tomorrow. If she wants to see me, will you come with?”
“Ofcourse I will.” I’m glad to hear he’s decided to go.
“Onlythree more days and we have to return to normal life.”
Normallife. Does he mean the routine of work or something else? I turn to face him.“Do you know what you want when it comes to us, Ian?”
Hesighs. “Yes, but I don’t know if I can have it.”
Hisdark eyes glow a moment when the lightning flashes, and I see the anxietyetched in his face. My hand rests against his chest, the little hairs ticklingmy palm. “I don’t understand.”
“I’venever been in a relationship, let alone a same sex relationship. I’m bound toscrew this up and…” His hand closes around my wrist. “You’re too important tome. If it doesn’t work out, if I hurt you, we won’t have this anymore.”
“Itis possible to stay friends after a breakup,” I reply. “Not all relationshipsare the same. I understand you’re still figuring out what you want. That youaren’t going to stop wanting women too. We can figure out what works for us. Noother men, though.”
Ateasing smile lifts his lips. “Would you be jealous?”
“Murderous.”
“Metoo,” he sighs. “Which is another reason this isn’t fair to you. The sex…”
“Hasbeen pretty damn good so far,” I interrupt.
“Wehaven’t fucked. And I don’t know if that’s something I’ll ever want to do.”
Thewind picks up, whipping his long hair around his face and a crack of thunderrumbles overhead. I take his hand and lead him inside where we take a seat onthe king-sized bed. “You’re assuming all gay relationships include anal sexwhen that’s just not true. There are plenty of other ways for us to get off.Besides, you like anal sex with women. Do you think having it with me would beall that different?”
“Iknow you topped with Cooper, Alex. God knows he crowed about it enough.”
“Doesn’tmean I don’t enjoy being fucked.” I plant a long firm kiss on his lips. “Wedon’t have to figure it all out at once and you’ll never have to do anythingyou don’t want to.”
Doubtshadows his features. “Even if I never want you to fuck me?”
“Evenif you never want me to fuck you, we’ll be fine. I’m not too concerned aboutthat, though.” I reach between his legs and grip him through his boxers. “Becausethe day will come when you’ll want me to, and I’m going to blow your fuckingmind. Right now, I’ll settle for blowing you.”
Ian
Fuckme running, I’ve never had a blow job like this. Alex kneels between my legswhile I sit on the edge of the bed, his mouth doing things to me I can’t evendescribe. I’m trying to get control of myself. I haven’t had to fight comingthis quick since I was fifteen. It’s no use, less than a minute after he wrapshis lips around my cock, I’m gasping his name in warning. A warning he ignores,and the squeeze of his throat when he swallows sends another bolt of pleasure throughme.
Fuck.That was embarrassing. And fantastic.
Hewears a self-satisfied little smirk as he gets to his feet, then falls onto thebed beside me. My eyes are drawn to the bulge under his lounge pants. His handfalls on mine when I grab his waistband to pull them down. “Nothing you don’twant to do,” he reminds me.
Idon’t know if I want to return the favor, but after that, I want to try. “Nounderwear, Alexander? How indecent,” I tease.
“Ihaven’t begun to show my indecency, Killian.”
Growlingat the use of my name, I bend and lick around the head of his cock. I’ve neverbeen disgusted by the thought of sex between men, just never had the desiremyself. But the groan that leaves his lips is erotic as fuck. I want to makehim do it again, make him squirm and gasp and moan like he did me.
He’shard as stone beneath my tongue and when I take him in my mouth, his hips lungeoff the bed. I know that feeling, the torture of trying to hold back and notslam into your partner’s mouth. Gaining confidence, I give him what he wants,pulling him deep and sucking harder. He groans when I fondle his balls, but thegasp that escapes when I run a fingertip between his ass cheeks makes me hardagain.
Ihave no intention of bending over for him, but I have a sudden urge to fuckhim. I want him under me, begging me not to stop. I know he’s close when I feelhim grow even thicker beneath my tongue and I pull back, peeking up at himwhile my finger strokes his hole. “You want me to fuck you?”
