“Greedy,” Alek hisses, my fingers sliding under his shirt to caress a nipple. There’s no real admonishment behind the word though. His eyes are alight with smug pleasure as he peers down at me.
Despite having just come—my limbs languid and our bodies clothed again—my cock jerks in an attempt to rally itself once more. I can’t stop touching him, and I don’t want to. It’s not even about sex, it’s just this irrefutable need to touch and be touched in return. With every passing day I spend with my big guy, the intimacy is becoming something that goes beyond sex.
“You need my attention, baby?” Alek croons into my ear, and my entire body shudders.
“Yes,” I admit unabashedly, my fingers raking down his biceps, gentling as I reach those sexy-as-fuck forearms. Peering down to admire the ropey, veined limbs, my index finger travels along one such vein. I grin when Alek’s breath stutters, his eyes locking onto my movements.
He likes to be admired and with a body as sexy as his, hedeservesto be.
As long as I’m the one doing said admiring.
“You really have it hot for my forearms,” Alek teases.
My lips pull into a coy smirk. “Hmm, you’re not wrong.”
Being with Alek is unlike any partner I’ve ever been with. When we’re together, he doesn’t just take control. He demands it, and my brain turns to mush. He’s dominating in a way that isn’t about control, but an exchange of trust and power that often turns me into a whining, whimpering mess. Being under his command, all of that attention zeroed in on me like I’m the only thing that matters in his world, is fucking heady.
However, in the past month since I’ve been here, I’ve discovered that, as much as I enjoy his touches, I like to explore, too. With each passing day, Alek’s guard lowers a little more, often leaving me dizzywith awe. This man who initially refused to undress in my presence, who controlled where and how much my hands explored his body, now walks around the house half-naked. He lets my hands roam unimpeded, his body no longer tensing when I brush over a scar. Actually, he gets this dopey, aroused sort of blinky-eyed expression.
Also, in the time I’ve been here, Alek has let me explore this new part of my sexuality on my own terms. At my own pace. And I’m slowly starting to come to terms with what I suspect to be true.
“Al-Alek?”
When he gives me an inquisitive look, my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. My pulse begins to race, and I force myself to resist the urge to dismiss what I’m feeling. If there’s anybody I can be vulnerable with, it’s Alek.
His eyebrows furrow, those glacial blues crinkling in concern. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I think I’m attracted to menandwomen.”
Alek sort of just blinks up at me, not looking particularly surprised nor displeased. My racing pulse slows, and I begin to relax. His hands run a soothing path up and down my back. “You think?”
I smile shyly, surprise blooming in my chest when it clicks. Warmth spreads through me and my voice is steady when I speak again. “I know,” I correct myself. “I’m bisexual.”
Alek smiles, his eyes soft in a way I haven’t witnessed before. “Okay, then.”
Okay, then.
Because I never have to be anything other than myself with him, do I?
Thud, thud, thud.
There goes my heart, doing erratic cartwheels. With every unconditional acceptance and tender word sown, Alek is seeping into thebroken cracks of my armor, a balm for all the jagged, chipped pieces of me. With every praise whispered, he’s slowly helping me figure out how to put myself back together.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
He simply nods, seeming to understand all the things I’m not saying as I gently kiss the space where the soft skin of his neck meets his collarbone. He moans quietly, his hands squeezing my hips as I begin to suck. We stay like that for long minutes, the silence between us comfortable as I kiss around his neck.
“Ugh, seriously, guys?”
We jerk apart, our heads snapping toward the front door where Caleb now stands. He glares at us, a hand on each hip. Heat spreads across my cheeks, and I attempt to climb off Alek’s lap, but his hand clamps onto my hips with a bruising grip, pushing me back down as he narrows his eyes at Caleb.
“Ever heard of knocking?” Alek rumbles.
At this, Caleb manages to look a little chagrined. He rolls his eyes, waving a dismissive hand in the air as he approaches. With each step toward us, nerves flutter in my belly. This is the first time I’ve seen or spoken to him since he ran out of the office a few days ago as though the sight of me on Alek’s lap made his eyes burn.
He plops down on the opposite end of the couch, huffing as he gives us side-eye. “Relax, dude. We’re fine,” he grumbles at me.
Alek makes a pleased little hum, finally releasing me. I scramble off his lap, sinking onto the couch between them. The tension in my muscles eases as I glance back and forth, relaxing further into the cushions as Alek speaks to Caleb. They carry on a completely mundane conversation, as though it’s really no big deal I was just on his dad’s lap. With every passing minute, my heart swells with gratitude, and I begin to feel more like myself again.
