I sit up, and press a kiss to his lips this time. “Now, I need to get a certain feline her dinner, or there will be hell to pay.”
He chuckles and we roll out of bed. Bentley loans me some of his clothes since mine are covered in spunk. They’re a bit big on me but they work, and I’m way too excited about the idea of wearing his things. They’re soft, and comfortable, and they smell like him, which makes my cock twitch.
Everything is so relaxed as we mosey around the kitchen, him making us dinner and me going across the hall to grab a can of food for Marble and using one of Bentley’s bowls to dump it in. She trots over right away and scarfs it down, then licks her chops and meows at me.
We settle on the sofa, eating the meal Bentley made, and turn onSupernaturalagain, sitting as close as humanly possible to each other. When our dishes are empty and our stomachs are full, we hold hands and snuggle up together, draping the blanket Bentley made over us.
When the episode ends and I go to start another one, Bentley squeezes my hand, and I look at him. “Stay,” he says, and my heart pitter patters in my chest, because I’d love nothing more.
“Okay,” I say with a huge grin on my face. “As long as you don’t mind Marble staying, too, and probably sleeping on your bed again.”
“If she doesn’t stay, you don’t either,” he says, and I chuckle.
Bentley
Waking up with Alex’s warm, naked body tucked against me feels like a dream. Especially in light of everything that’s happened in the past few days. I was heartsick when he told me about his date, and jerking off to thoughts of him was the only thing I could do to cope, it seemed. I never dreamed he’d come home early from his date and barge in to find me fisting my cock with his name on my lips, and I was so damn mortified I’d have ignored him for an eternity if he hadn’t shown up at my work and barged in on my session with Gloria. Thank God she was the one in there, because I doubt any other client would have responded so positively.
Fuck, having him here, now, I’m so glad he did what he did, because I could have missed out on all of this by being too fucking scared to face him.
My gaze falls to the corner of my bedroom where I moved Tux–the giant penguin Alex left on Stacy’s doorstep the day we met–and I can’t help smiling to myself, thinking of how we got where we are. I won’t lie and say Stacy cheating on me didn’t hurt, because it did. But the hurt is drowned out by how grateful I feel to have discovered things I might not have otherwise. If she hadn’t done it, if Alex hadn’t come to pick her up that day and found me instead, we wouldn’t be here now. And if discovering my attraction to men, and having Alex both as my friend, and then my lover, are the only good things that come from my relationship with her, well then I think I did pretty well.
I look over at the picture of Gram on my nightstand and can practically hear her telling me, “It’s about damn time.” I wasn’t really thinking about turning her picture around when I fell into bed and Alex climbed on top of me, but somehow I don’t think she minds. I know how happy she’d be to know I’ve found someone like Alex. I sure do wish shecould meet him, though the idea of the two of them in the same room is as frightening as it is heartwarming. I think they would be really good friends, and probably get up to some rather questionable activities, encouraging each other and egging each other on. I can picture her taunting him and him trying to get back at her and it not working out in his favor. The thought has me laughing, and I comb my fingers through his dark hair, making him stir.
“I like waking up with you next to me,” he murmurs, and presses a kiss to my pec.
“I like waking up next to you, too,” I tell him. He grins and his cheeks flush as I scoop up Marble from her place on top of me once again, and set her down on the floor, before I roll us over so that I’m on top of Alex.
He gasps, and then groans, thrusting up into me and making my already hard cock jerk. I’m already leaking obscenely, and I’m pretty sure the sheets will need to be changed because of it. I press kisses to his naked skin, his neck, and jaw, before making my way down his chest and abs. His dick is leaking and he groans when I pass it by and suck marks onto his obliques, before moving down to his thighs.
“Fuck,” he breathes, when I suck and lick on that spot between his pelvis and his thigh. He bucks up and I move closer to his ass, pressing kisses, biting, and nibbling, and making him squirm.
“Fuck, you’re being mean,” he whines, and I grin at him, then move to his cock and press kisses to it, inhaling his honey and vanilla scent and feeling his dick twitch against me as he whimpers. I nuzzle it with my nose, then brush my nose against it gently, starting at his balls and moving up his shaft. “Holy fuck,” he moans, his hands fisted in the sheets.
“I would very much like to try blowing you, if you’re okay with that,” I tell him, and he nods.
“God, yes. Please. I want that incredible mouth around me so bad.”
I flush and grin, then lower my head once more and slide my tongue along his balls, before I suck one of them into my mouth. I’ve never tasted any man’s balls before, but I find myself moaning around his as I suck. He mewls and thrusts upward again, and I move to his other ball, repeating the motion, before I trail my tongue along his shaft ever so slowly. When I reach the tip I lick his precum into my mouth. I’m not crazy about the taste but my desire to please him and to have his gorgeous cock in my mouth overrides my dislike of the salty essence, and honestly it’s much more tolerable than swallowing a mouthful of spunk.
When he looks at me the way he does, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark, nipples hard, his body trembling underneath me, I know there’s no turning away.
“You don’t have to if–” he starts, his words labored, but cuts himself off with the world’s sexiest noise that’s somewhere between a gasp and a wail when I take him in my mouth and moan around his head. I suckle on the head for a bit, and then swirl my tongue around it, the taste of him exploding on my tongue and making me ache for more as my dick jerks, and he lets out more desperate, needy noises.
Fuck, I’ve never gotten so turned on and felt so much satisfaction from going down on someone before. He grips my hair as I bob up and down on his shaft, taking him a bit deeper.
“Oh fuck, baby.” I take him a bit deeper still, but my gag reflex kicks in so I move back up, gripping his shaft in my hand and stroking him while I suck on his dick, coming almost all the way off and sliding my tongue inside his slit as I move my hand along the base of his shaft. He undulates his hips, whimpering and writhing, shoving his dick further in and moaning. My eyes start towater as I gag on his length again, and I’m getting even harder at the knowledge that he can’t help himself, thrusting into my mouth and making me choke on him. For whatever reason, gagging myself on his dick isn’t nearly as erotic as him shoving himself down my throat as he grips my hair hard enough that a bolt of exquisite pleasure races to my balls. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna come,” he warns me, releasing his grip on me. I pop all the way off and continue to stroke him hard and fast with my hand, staring into those gorgeous blue eyes even as tears slide down my face.
“Come, darling,” I tell him. “I wanna wear your spunk so bad.”
His eyes flare and he lets out a wail as he throws his head back and his dick pulses in my grip, his release coating my neck and chest. I reach down and jack myself as he lies, sated and looking so fucking beautiful. All it takes is a few strokes before my release shoots out to cover his cock and balls. I watch, a groan leaving me as it slides down his balls and onto his ass and thighs, some even getting in his crack. I pant, thoughts of getting my mouth on that ass making my dick twitch despite having just come.
Alex doesn’t waste any time slicking his fingers up with my release and sucking them into his mouth. And as much as I don’t want to swallow cum, watching him feast on my spunk like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted is incredibly hot.
He gathers every last drop and swallows it down before he looks at me and fucking whimpers, beckoning me to him. I lean forward and he licks his own spunk from my body, swallowing it down and making me shiver with the noises he’s making and the feel of his warm, wet tongue on my sensitive skin.
“Fuck, darling, you’re doing things to me,” I rasp. Hestares up at me, his chest rising and falling, running his fingers through my hair.
“You’re so damn pretty, baby,” he says, so much sincerity in his voice that another shiver races through me, and then he pulls me down for a kiss.
