“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, shifting onto his knees. His cock was heavy between his legs, and he palmed it, casually adjusting himself even as his brow furrowed in concern.
I swallowed, remembering his taste, the musky heat of him and the way he moaned. “I… I’ve never done that before,” I admitted. “Have you?”
Alec huffed out a laugh and rubbed his cheek, blinking his eyes open and clearing the sleep from them. “You need to be a little more specific.”
“Hooking up with a guy. Is that what we did?” My voice was uncertain even to my own ears.
He patted the sofa where he’d been lying, and I sank down onto it. The warmth of the leather was a shock compared to the coolness of the air in the room.
“I’d call it hooking up,” he finally said with a hint of that wicked smirk in place, the one that made me all hot under the collar. “And to answer your question, yes, I have hooked up with a guy before. I’m bisexual.”
Alec flicked his gaze down and eyed my dick like it was a lollypop. He palmed his cock and gave his hardening length a slow pump. The sight drove me wild. Precum leaked from my slit as I imagined him in my mouth again. Or better yet, him going down on me. What would it feel like to sink into that sexy mouth? That perfect body?
“Are you really a bottom?” I asked without conscious thought. I gripped myself and stroked, matching Alec’s lazy pumps.
He groaned and tightened his fist, jacking himself harder for a moment before letting go completely. He turned around, facing away from me. He spread his legs and braced himself on the armrest, arching his back in a clear invitation.
I swallowed hard. His hole was pink and tight, and a seam ran from it down his heavy balls. Aside from Cara in the throes of an orgasm, her legs spread and her pretty pussy taking Alec’s cock, this was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. I watched enraptured as Alec took his cock in hand again and pumped slowly.
“Yeah,” he rasped. “I want your monster inside me. I want you to tear me open and make me feel you for days.”
Fuck me.
“I….” I squeezed the base of my cock, the throb growing more urgent. My balls drew up tight, and I groaned when Alec squeezed his hole tighter, his hamstrings and ass tensing up.
I was distracted by his dick.
I was dickstracted.
“Show me,” I breathed, my hand moving faster over my cock. Tingles rushed over my body, and my hips jacked up without any conscious thought from me—like I was a marionette and he was controlling all the strings.
Alec groaned and dropped his head low, tilting his hips higher. “Spit on my hole,” he begged.
I did. My saliva landed, wetting him slowly and dripping down to his sac. My mark on him was so hot.
He let go of his cock and reached between his legs. His fingers circled his hole, spreading my spit, and I growled. Possession flared inside me, and I clenched my jaw tight to stop the word on the tip of my tongue—ours.
Mine and Cara’s.
He pressed his middle finger against his hole and sank inside himself to his first knuckle in one go. I shivered, watching as his sphincter contracted tight, squeezing him. Jesus Christ, I wanted my dick in there.
I froze.
My breath caught in my throat and my muscles seized. I wanted him. Any question, any doubt I had about whatever my sexuality was, didn’t matter. All I knew was that Alec turned me on. It didn’t matter what label I attached to myself. I was attracted to Alec. I wanted him. I wanted sex with him as much as I wanted sex with Cara.
The differences between his body and Cara’s turned me on—his hard angles to her soft curves, his rough stubble and coarse hair to her smooth skin. It was her shyness and his confidence that drew me to them. But so were the precious seconds where they showed what was underneath—Alec’s uncertain moments, the ones where he seemed to shrink into himself and let his vulnerability show and the ones where Cara shone with that spunk she only showed her closest friends.
He was sexy and uninhibited. She was gorgeous and inexperienced. But they both knew what they wanted, and they reached out and went for it. That took a kind of bravery that was inspiring. I had no idea if Alec was out, but if he wasn’t, he’d placed a level of trust in me that was humbling. So had Cara. Alec and I being her first, and at the same time? Yeah, inspiring.
Alec added a second finger, and I exhaled heavily on a moan. My cock was hard enough to hammer nails, and my pulse was beating a staccato rhythm in my veins.
He rested his face against the armrest and gripped his cock tight, spearing his ass with his other fingers. I was captivated by the tight clasp of his hole around them. His needy moan ramped up the desire pulsing through me. My balls drew up tight, and another spurt of precum leaked from my tip, lubing my hand.
“Spit on me again,” Alec gasped.
I leaned in close and let my saliva drip onto his hole and watched as it slid down around his fingers. Alec whimpered and shoved them deeper. His hole was stretched around him, pink and smooth as he scissored his fingers.
I nuzzled his ass cheek, that meaty muscle taut under my lips. Alec let out a strangled groan and bucked his hips back, pressing against me harder. The noises he was making were obscene and hotter than hell. I licked his cheek, then bit him and sucked a mark onto his skin. Alec shouted, the sound muffled by the couch.
