Page 49 of Burning for Alexander
I stared at him for a beat, trying not to take it personally whenI realized he was talking about the stolen moments of time. Not the kiss.
“Give me a night and I’ll block it off. I’ll get someone to cover me, no matter what,” I said without thinking. While work definitely came first, I didn’t need to workeverynight. Or so I told myself.
Alex’s hair was wild from where I’d had my hands in it. “You mean it?”
I blew out a breath. “Yeah. Tell me when.”
Three nights later, I heard the crunch of gravel outside and hastily finished wiping down the counters. Not that I gave a shit what Alex Marian thought about my housekeeping skills. I simply liked a clean kitchen. Or so I insisted on telling myself.
When I opened the door, I couldn’t help but stare. The weather had gotten colder, and Alex stood there in a heather-green sweater and faded jeans. Somehow, the green brought out the reddish tones in his hair and made his lips look rosy.
“Get in here.” I yanked him in and immediately began kissing him, forgetting at first that we didn’t need to rush. By the time I remembered, Alex’s hands were on my ass, and I’d be damned if I was gonna do anything to stop him.
“Kiss lessons, check,” he said against my mouth. “Ready to level up, Professor.”
His hand moved to the front of my jeans, where my cock was already plenty leveled up. As soon as he pressed his palm against my length, I groaned into his mouth. “You’re picking up skills like a pro,” I teased.
“Fake it till you make it.”
Alex’s fingers moved along my length, testing the size and shape of my erection through the fabric until I was sure there was probably a wet spot on both my boxer briefs and my jeans.
“Hand jobs. Good place to start,” I said breathlessly. “Open my jeans. Take me out.”
He chuckled at my instructions. “Gee, thanks, Prof. Wouldn’t have been able to figure out the steps.”
“Five points off for mouthing the teacher.”
The word choice landed between us and set us both off laughing. Alex grinned at me. “I was hoping that would be bonus points, not deducted ones.”
“Mouthingoff,” I corrected. “I’m not working with a full set of brain cells right now.”
When Alex looked down at the fly of my jeans, I caught a whiff of his shampoo, that same sweet and tart combo that had drawn my attention early on. Cherries, maybe. I ran my fingers through his hair to get more of it.
As soon as his warm hand clasped my dick, I sucked in a breath. “Jesus.” I wasn’t going to last. This was going to be laughable. How long had it been for me? At least since before I’d moved here.
Alex’s free hand shoved my jeans and underwear down until I was bare enough for him to stare at me while he began stroking me. “Just like that,” I murmured.
Honestly, he wasn’t doing anything miraculous. It was simply the fact that it was him,hishand was warm and solid on my dick, that had me riding the edge.
Alex used his other hand to cup my balls, testing them in his palm before rolling and tugging them gently. “This okay?”
I gripped his jaw and pulled him in for a hard kiss. “Yes, dammit. Fuck.”
The little noise he made as I put my tongue in his mouth made my cock weep. His thumb swiped over the tip and spread the slick precum over the cap.
“Wanna taste it,” he said in a voice that sounded unsure.
“Baby, I’m about to blow right now just from your hand on me. If you?—”
He dropped to his knees and licked across the head of my cock. It took all of my self-control not to come in his face. “Fuck! Alex. Fuck. You don’t… oh fucking Christ. That… just like that.”
“This okay?” he asked, pulling back after licking and sucking experimentally. I could tell he was asking truly, but I also knew he was well aware of how good he was making me feel.
I nodded frantically. “Whatever you want to do is okay. Whatever feels good.”
One hand held on to my sac while the other held the base of my shaft. His mouth covered me again, and he took me deep enough to gag.
The sight of Alex Marian gagging on my cock was all it took. “Move,” I warned, nudging him off.
