Page 60 of Burning for Alexander
“Hm. Like this?” I asked, pulling up my shirt slowly, swaying my hips languidly, and turning in a circle.
When my back was to him, I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and blew out a breath to let the waistband of my jeans fall lower on my hips.
“Mm.” His voice took on a delicious grumble. “That’ll do just fine.”
I pressed my hand to the center of my chest and continued spinning, dragging my fingers down my stomach slow enough to make my nipples harden. Kincaid’s eyes were riveted.
Instead of opening my jeans, I tucked my fingertips inside and closed my eyes, feeling the gentle tease of my own fingers against the head of my aching cock.
“That’s cruel,” Kincaid said, a smile clear in his voice.
“It’s not cruel. It’s tinder.”
“Light the match, Firebug.”
I flicked open my jeans and drew down the zipper slowly, using my other hand to pull the fabric open so he could see the guilty wet spot on the cotton of my shorts.
“Oh fuck yes,” he breathed. “Show me more, Marian.”
I put my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and wiggledmy hips, lowering the jeans down to mid-thigh so he could see how hard I already was.
My stomach dipped and looped with nerves. I’d never done any of this with another person. I hadn’t even gotten naked around other guys for things like sports or sleepovers or whatever. My dads were militant about teaching us that our bodies were our own growing up, and somehow, that translated into my being an intensely private person when it came to modesty.
But I was discovering that putting that hungry look on Judd Kincaid’s face was worth any discomfort.
I turned around again and bent forward a little, shaking my ass again as I pushed my jeans down to the floor. Suddenly, warm hands were on my hips.
“Just like that. Stay bent over and let me look at you.”
Oxygen sawed in and out of my lungs, and my cock continued leaking. Judd moved one of his hands to draw soft fingertips down my spine and into the top of my crack, pushing the elastic band of my underwear down a little. “Look at you,” he breathed. “So fucking sexy. You have no idea how much I want to get inside you right now.”
He moved closer until his erection pressed against my ass, slipping immediately into the cleft between my ass cheeks and thrusting gently up and down.
I let out a noise.
Judd leaned over me until his hot breath seared the back of my neck. “You want my cock, Firebug?” The words were low, but they were strong enough to make my skin prickle and my balls tighten.
I turned my face toward his and felt his stubble scrape my ear and cheek. “Please.”
His hand came up to clasp my face and hold it where he wanted it while his lips devoured mine. We kissed long enough for him to maneuver me until I was sprawled back on his bedunderneath him in nothing but my underwear while he was still fully clothed.
He rutted against me, his jeans-covered bulge making my toes curl as it rode up and down my shaft. I snuck my fingers into the back of his pants and felt the warm skin of his ass.
It took me forever to realize I could take his clothes off as easily as I’d done my own. Quickly, I grabbed his shirt and tore it off him. Then I reached between us and unfastened his jeans. He shimmied them off without pulling his mouth from mine and then reached for the band of my boxer briefs.
“You okay with this, Alex?” he murmured against my lips.
“Yes.” No sense in wasting words. I wanted him so much I ached with it. And it wasn’t just an orgasm or quick release I wanted. It was the entire experience. Hands on bare skin. Lips trailing from one spot to the next. Murmured encouragement or reassurance.
The full attention of this sexy man for as long as I could get it.
He tugged my underwear off and tossed it aside before pulling his own off. And then we were both fully naked, his larger body lying on top of mine. As soon as his bare cock pressed against mine, I let out a deep groan and arched up into it.
“Fuck, that feels amazing.”
He quickly moved down until his lips were on one of my nipples, licking and sucking while his thumb fiddled with the other. After he was satisfied, he moved down to my stomach, running his stubbled chin down my hip to the crevice between my groin and hip.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured. “I want to taste that fucking cock.”
