“God, yes,” he gasps. My hand on his throat tightens as my other hand comes around to rest on his abdomen again and I use slow languid thrusts, feeling his hole clamp down around me, bringing me pleasure so exquisite I can’t help but draw it out. He doesn’t seem to mind, either, now that I’m inside him. His eyes are closed and he rests his head against my shoulder as I fuck him, every inch of his warm body pressed to mine.
“So fucking good, darling,” I rumble as my dick spears him and he shakes. “Your cunt is so tight, baby. So good.”
I work myself slow for a time before I feel the need to speed up, and start to piston myself faster, gradually picking up the pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the small room alongside Alex’s whimpers and my harsh pants.
“Touch yourself, darling,” I tell him as I move. “You’re gonna make me come so hard, baby. Can’t get enough of this pussy.”
He starts to stroke his aching erection and we’re both howling our releases seconds later, his hole clamping down on my cock as I shoot inside him, and then we’re panting as we rest against the wall, my arms still around him and my dick still inside him.
“God, I needed that,” he says, and I hum, pressing kisses to his sweat slick skin before I slowly pull out and watch as my jizz slides down his thighs. “Fuck, that’s sexy. You want it?”
He nods, and I slide my fingers through the sticky mess, getting as much of it as I can before I bring them to his lips.He laps up every last bit, moaning around my fingers, a blissed out look on his face as he swallows down my seed. Christ, I love watching him go feral for my spunk.
“Mmm, you taste good,” he says. If I didn’t know better I’d say he was drunk off my cock.
“You should get dressed,” I tell him, handing him his shirt. He’s still a little dazed but manages to get it on, then blinks at me as I start to pull his pants up after fixing my own.
“Thanks, babe,” he says, a dopey grin on his face. I chuckle as I tuck him back into his underwear and fasten his pants.
“I loved coming inside you,” I tell him, gripping his chin and pressing a kiss to his lips. “That was incredible. Thank you.” I give him another kiss and he chases my lips, whimpering when I pull away, making me chuckle.
“You have to get back to work, darling,” I remind him. He pouts and it makes me laugh. I press one last kiss to his lips. “Go on, now. I’ll stay for a bit longer before I head home.”
That makes him smile and he slaps my ass before he turns and heads back out to the bar.
Alex
“Okay, so that was a touchdown or a slam dunk?” I ask my brother as he and I, along with Pierre and Bentley, sit in the stands at a Boston Red Sox game at Fenway Park. I’ve never been a baseball person, and apparently neither has Bentley, but when Gloria gifted him with four tickets to a game I suggested we take Tommy and Pierre, because my brother is a long-time fan of the sport, whereas the three of us have never watched a game. We knew the batter hit the ball really far, and then everyone was up out of their seats cheering,so we did it too. Now we’re yanking Tommy’s chain by asking him questions that we know will drive him crazy, even though we already know the answers, or at least that the questions are ridiculous.
“Home run, you bird brain,” he groans, and Pierre, Bentley and I all chuckle. I take a loud sip of my drink and Pierre lets out a belch that you would never think him capable of given his small size, making Bentley and I laugh as Tommy tries not to smirk.
“I have to pee,” Pierre announces. “Be right back.” He’s dressed in white skinny jeans and a cropped Red Sox jersey that I’m pretty sure Tommy bought him, along with a Red Sox cap, and I’m noticing how many guys are staring at him as he makes his way up the stairs to the restroom.
“Pierre’s catching a lot of eyes,” I tell Tommy.
“Pierre always catches a lot of eyes,” he retorts. His phone buzzes and he pulls it out, smiling as he reads the text.
“Who is it?” I ask, nudging his arm. I’m hoping it’s Cyrus. Tommy has been pretty tight lipped about the older man since the dinner at Mom and Dad’s, but I know my brother doesn’t smile at text messages from just anyone.
As soon as the question is out of my mouth Tommy is scowling at me. I just laugh, then turn to my other side and press a kiss to Bentley’s cheek because I can. He blushes and I grin, then stuff a handful of overpriced popcorn into my mouth.
“When is it halftime?” I ask, and Tommy scrubs a hand down his face, whispering something in Spanish that sounds likeLord, give me patience.
Bentley and I laugh, and Tommy looks at us. “You guys are asking bullshit questions on purpose aren’t you?”
We laugh more.
“Assholes,” he says, but there’s a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
“I’m sorry, baby brother, we couldn’t help it,” I chuckle. “Tormenting you is really the only reason I’m here.”
“Great,” he mutters, just as Pierre returns to his seat.
“I’m here for the food,” Bentley says, taking another bite out of his footlong hotdog.
“I’m here for the gorgeous men in tight pants,” Pierre says, waving his hand in front of his face, and Tommy shakes his head, making us all laugh.
Chapter Twenty-Three
