Page 62 of Burning for Alexander
The salty tang of his release flooded my mouth as I continued stroking his gland and swallowing his cum.
When I pulled off him, I glanced down to where his hole was still stretched around my thick finger. As I pulled out slowly and watched it contract, I imagined my cum leaking out of it, too.
I quickly lurched up and reached for my cock, swiping some of the lube on it so I could stroke it quickly over the sight of Alex’s spent cock and his balls still dripping from my attention. Within moments, my release was streaked across his stomach and cock, adding to the mess.
My entire body shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Why was everything magnified with this guy?
I reached down and swirled my fingers through the cum on his lower belly. “Don’t do this with him.”
The words were out before I could stop them.
Alex sat up and reached for my face, pulling me in for a long, searching kiss. When he finally pulled back and met my eyes, he said, “I don’t think it’s possible to dothatwith him.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but it seemed like he was agreeing, so I left it alone.
“C’mon. I’ll wash you off.”
I stepped off the bed and pulled him up, keeping my hand around his until I had the shower on. I pulled him close while the water warmed up. “Good lesson or bad lesson?” I asked between more kisses.
“Mm. Incredible lesson. You’re the kind of professor who makes a guy consider changing majors just to get more time with him.”
I laughed and pulled him into the shower behind me before moving him under the warmth of the spray and wrapping my arms around him from behind. We stood together like that, with the water rushing around and between us, until I finally remembered I didn’t have unlimited hot water.
“I’ve never done this,” Alex admitted as I reached for the soap and began to wash him off. “Gotta say, I’m a fan. Ten out of ten, would naked co-shower again.”
“There’s a survey in your texts. If you don’t mind filling it out, you can earn a discount off your next one,” I said, moving him toward the wall and kicking his feet apart.
I soaped up the sweet cleft between his ass cheeks, taking my time and fingering his hole a little more. The quick intake of his breath was plenty of a reward, but seeing his cock fill again gave me all kinds of ideas.
“Ahh, youth,” I teased, moving my soapy hand around to his front and plastering myself to his back while I stroked him.
“Okay, fine,” he gasped. “Fifteen out of ten, but that’s my final answer.”
It didn’t take long to get another orgasm out of him, and by the time the water ran cold, he was already shaking from exhaustion.
I dried him off and nudged him into my bed to warm up under the covers. “Let me grab something for you to drink.”
When I came back with a couple of bottles of Gatorade, he was half-asleep under my duvet. “Hope you didn’t want me to leave because that’s not humanly possible,” he murmured.
“It’s okay. You’re welcome to doze as much as you need. But drink some of this first.”
It was silly, really, but part of me wanted to take care of him. And seeing Alex in my bed made me feel all kinds of things. He looked good there. And I could imagine sliding in beside him and wrapping myself around him for the night.
“You’re staring,” he said, the edge of his lips quirking up. “Is it the clown hair?”
I nodded and grinned. “It’s giving 1980s hair band.”
He reached up and patted it down, which did nothing to change the fact that it was sticking up everywhere in adorable flips and dips.
I shook my head. “Lost cause, I’m afraid. You’ll have to slink out of here before sunrise just to keep from being chased out of town.”
Instead of laughing or flipping me off, he dropped his smile and sat up. “Okay, but for real. Can we…nottell people about this?”
I was taken aback by the question. Not because I wanted to tell anyone I was sleeping with one of the restaurant owners on my inspection docket but because I hadn’t expectedhimto be the one asking for secrecy.
“Uh, there a reason, or…?” I asked.
I moved closer and sat down before threading my fingers in his messy hair. The faint scent of my own shampoo wafting off Alexander Marian did things to me. Caveman things.
