Page 61 of Burning for Alexander
And then he did. His hot, wet mouth swallowed my tip, his tongue dragging underneath it where something fucking amazing was.
“Oh god, fuck,” I cried, reaching for the back of his head just to hold on to something. “Judd, fuck. Please more.”
He smiled around my cock and began to lick and circle my shaft with his tongue before bobbing down over my entire cock. I felt it hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t even gag.
I curled up, bending my knees and clenching my abs until I was practically hugging his entire head just to keep him there. My dick was rock-hard, and my balls were under his chin until he moved down to pull them into his hot mouth one at a time.
I stared at the sight of my cock, wet with Judd Kincaid’s saliva, while his messy hair was between my thighs.
I am going to die a happy man.
Gone were the thoughts from earlier about wanting to slow things down, drag them out. Now all I wanted was the orgasm my body was screaming toward.
His large hand wrapped around my wet cock and jacked me. I fell back onto the bed with a groan and closed my eyes. The image of him was branded on the back of my eyelids.
I heard a wet, slurping sound, and then his mouth was back on my cock, and his fingertip circled my hole.
My body tensed, so he pulled off. “No?”
“Yes. Please, just… I’m not used to it. But I want…” I was too embarrassed to say the rest.
“You want my fingers inside you, Alex?”
I nodded, cheeks fully on fire.
Instead of using spit, he moved to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube.
And then he tamped down the fire and started with kindling again.
Like a motherfucking pyromaniac who wanted to watch me burn.
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KINCAID
IndexEcho:I can’t imagine you ever not being in my life.
DrunkenPoet:Then don’t.
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I wasn’tproud of inserting myself into Alex’s date night with Will fucking Wascomb. But I also wasn’t sorry for it.
With Alex Marian naked and gasping beneath me, I was exactly where I wanted to be. Where I needed to be. He was so fucking responsive, so eager, that I cringed every time I considered him giving this to anyone but me.
“Hands to yourself,” I growled when he reached for his cock.
His chest heaved up and down with labored breaths as he tried his best to stave off his orgasm.
“You’re doing amazing,” I murmured before taking his cock back in my mouth. I moved my lube-slick fingers to his hole and teased him a minute before pressing my middle finger in a littlebit. He squeezed around me instinctively, so I doubled down on his cock to distract him.
Saliva rolled down his sac to his ass, making everything wet and sloppy. He smelled so fucking good, and now he was covered in my spit, my touch, my scent.
I slid my finger deeper. His high-pitched cry of pleasure made my own cock even harder than it was. It was taking all my self-control not to lunge up, slick myself, and thrust into his tight little virgin hole. I wanted him with a desperation I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt. This moment was hot as fuck, and his reactions were ramping me up until my skin was hot and flushed and my balls were heavy.
Just a little bit more of a reach inside him and…
“Ah! There! Oh, fuck, oh fuck!”
