Allured, p.8
Allured, page 8
“Focus on the road, Ez.” Drawing out the words, I take my time putting my mouth back onto his cock and I can feel the desperate twitches of it under my fingers. Listen, I’ve got big hands and a tight—ass grasp, but I can barely get my fingers to touch around the width of him. Even though I can’t see much in the dim light of the car, I’m already salivating for more.
“Aleksander if you keep teasing me—”
“What, you’ll pull over and spank me?”
“Tempting but no, I would prefer that we have some privacy for that.”
“I’m literally sucking your cock in a car, on a public road, angel.”
“That’s why I said some.” The growl in Ezekiel’s voice is encouragement enough to get back to business, but I can’t resist making him beg for more. “How about instead of sassing me, you put that bratty mouth to better use?”
Ah, there it is, the bossy tone I’m coming to love leaves his lips.
“Yes, Sir.” My last word is more of a murmur as I wrap my lips around his engorged head, sinking onto him so that his cock hits the back of my throat.
A hiss leaves Ezekiel’s lips at the same time I feel a warm hand tangle in the long waves of my hair.
“This is all incredibly unfair.” He complains and it makes me chuckle around him. I can feel the vibrations from my chuckle affect him as he grows impossibly harder between my lips.
Pausing my inhaling of his cock, I stroke him firmly so that I can look up and meet his gaze, a few strands of my hair blocking the view of him.
“You’re the one that’s getting deep—throated and it’s unfair for you?” Bright blue eyes sneak a look down at me. Ezekiel’s free hand moves to gently remove the wayward pieces of hair from my face.
“Well yes. I would like to touch you too.” Ezekiel responds, tucking my locks behind my ear. The amount of annoyance in his expression makes me snort.
“Oh trust me, angel, you’ll get what you want in just about…” Looking over my shoulder to spot a street sign, I assess how close we are to my place. “Four minutes.”
“But, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna keep sucking you off.” I wink at him.
“Be my guest.” Ezekiel grips my hair, pushes me down, and thrusts his hips up within a second. The size of him leaves me gagging. A guy that can put me in my place with his cock? I might be in love already.
The way Ezekiel shifts from lovingly petting my hair to pulling it in a fierce grip leaves me feeling a little lightheaded by the time we finally make it to my place.
There’s a covered carport attached on either side of my duplex, and I can feel Ez pull into my spot from the welcoming bump and incline of my driveway.
Putting the car into park, he not—so—gently lifts me off his cock and tugs until I’m arching my neck to look up at him.
The look in his eyes would be alarming if it wasn’t so damn hot. He’s obviously had his limit with my teasing, but there’s also a small curve to his lips that tells me he’s enjoying it.
“You are an insufferable little cock tease.”
With the scold, he seals his lips on mine in a fierce kiss.
“And I want more,” he adds, pulling away only to lift me by my hair so I’m sitting upright in the passenger seat once again.
If we leave this car, I’m afraid it might burst this horny bubble that we’re in, and I’m not ready for that. I know there are things I need to tell him if this is going to go anywhere and fuck, do I want it to go somewhere. But I also know that people have left me for less.
“C’mere,” I mutter softly, outstretching my left arm towards him as I quickly pull the lever to push my seat back with my right.
“Won’t we be going inside?” he asks, darting a look toward my entry door.
“We will, I—” Clearing my throat helps me hide the sudden crack in my voice. “—please don’t leave.” Never leave.
“Alek…” I don’t give him a chance to reply. I hook my arm under his shoulder and around his back and haul him into my lap.
“Jesus Christ.” Ezekiel exhales, bracing his arms on my chest and settling into his new position. His legs are spread open, knees on either side of my hips as he settles his ass onto my knees. And of course, his cock is still out and now rests on the zipper of my pants.
“You throw me around like I’m weightless,” he comments.
The shot to my ego has me puffing my chest out with pride.
“Thought some messing around in the car might be fun.” I run my hands up his thighs, my palms applying pressure as I inch closer to his hips. My eyes continue to follow the path to his still—hard cock. Raising an eyebrow, I meet Ezekiel’s eyes once again and nod downward. “Looks like he’s up for it.”
“It seems unjust that I’ve been exposed this entire time while I haven’t even gotten a glance at you.” Fuck. He’s pouting for my cock.
Gripping his wrists, I drag them down from where his hands rest against my chest, slowly moving them down my torso. I work hard for my body and I want Ezekiel to feel every inch of it. The man is squirming in my lap by the time our hands reach my lower abdomen.
“Expose me then, angel.” I buck my hips.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EZEKIEL
A sense of belonging.
My hands tremble but my eyes never waver from Alek’s as I begin to unbutton his jeans. While this is all new in so many ways, I only feel safe and cherished in Alek’s embrace. I would never trust or want anyone else to bring me onto this journey of discovery.
“That’s it, angel.” The man below me praises. Slotting into the fabric of his boxers, I still at the first touch of my hand on his cock. It’s so incredibly warm and feels foreign despite being accustomed to my own.
Alek takes notice of my pause and places a hand on my forearm. “Ez, if this isn’t comfortable for you—”
“Alek, if you keep me from your cock I will be sorely upset,” I interject. “It is just both dissimilar and familiar, the feeling of it. May I continue?” There is a bit of bite in my tone that I was unable to leave out. I may be new but I do not want him thinking I am delicate.
“You may.” With a surprised look on his face, he removes his hand from my forearm. Permission granted, I delve into his boxers, grip his length, but struggle a bit to free him.
“Must your pants be so incredibly tight?” I grunt.
“You like it,” Alek replies.
I absolutely do.
After a moment of crafty movement, I’m staring down at both of our cocks, side by side, just barely illuminated in the soft glow of the lights inside my car.
“Hmm...” I hum.
“Hmm?” Alek asks.
“I have never considered the nuances a penis can have.”
My statement draws a small laugh from Alek.
“I never thought I’d be getting hard while hearing the word nuance.” Alek reaches for my free hand and moves it from resting on his hip toward my arousal. “Here, feel mine and feel yours.”
I do as he asks, each of my hands now wrapped around our cocks. I experiment with him, twisting slightly in an upward motion that I enjoy. My eyes are trained on his face, watching for his expressions as I continue to work both of us.
“Fuck,” he pants and I feel my breath quickening to meet his excitement.
“And here I thought you were giving off shy little librarian vibes,” Alek admits, his eyes drawn to the meeting of our bodies with reverence in his eyes. While I am drowning in the sensations, I feel no urgency to finish. More than anything, I am relishing just being here with Alek.
“I never—” A groan leaves me as I continue to pump my hands. “I never understood the idea of being shy about your needs.”
“Noted.” There is a glimmer in those wicked eyes as he shifts underneath me so that my length now lays on his. A shiver races up my spine when I feel the heated skin of his cock directly on mine for the first time.
“Alek.” I breathe.
“I’m not shy either, Ez.” Suddenly, Alek’s hand wraps around mine, our flushed cocks in the middle of our combined grips. He begins moving his hand up and down, faster than before and no longer teasing.
No, Alek is a man on a mission to completely shatter me.
The impossibly tight grip he has on us, the exposed, tan skin of his abdomen, and the needy harsh noises spilling from him have me nearly seeing stars.
“Baby—” I shudder. “I need more.” I am shaking at this point.
Alek takes his free hand and clasps under my jaw. Roughly, he angles my face so that our colliding cocks are directly below me and in my eyeline.
“Spit.” It’s not a question or suggestion. It’s a direct order.
And I follow it.
My saliva lands with a wet plop, directly onto both of our tips. Alek maneuvers our hands up and then back down, spreading the wetness and easing the friction between us. My spit is cool and slipping between our hot skin as he continues to work us.
“More,” he demands, pulling on my jaw once again. I barely manage to let the saliva drop before Alek moves my face toward his for a clashing of our lips.
Tongues and teeth meet in the rush of our kiss, spurred on by the deep moans emanating from both of us and the slick heat between our cocks.
“Fuck my hand and rub against my cock, angel.” Alek takes a quick moment to guide me, his own hips thrusting forward into the embrace of our hands.
I am overwhelmed in the best way as I slide my length between our hands and feel the ridges of Alek’s cock against mine. My heart beats as if I’ve been running a marathon. My clothes feel all too tight at once, and I know I am reaching my peak.
“Alek, baby, I’m going to come,” I moan into his lips, and Alek takes advantage and bites down on my bottom lip forcefully.
“Fuck, do it, Ez. Mark me with it.” Alek’s own breathing is ragged and his words are spoken rapidly.
The moment I run my thumb over both of our slits while Alek pumps us, I feel both of us begin pulsating madly in our shared grip. There is nothing I want, or have ever wanted, more than to come with this whirlwind of a man beneath me.
“Fuck, fuck!” Alek practically screams and his hips shudder against mine as I feel hot ropes of his release begin to coat our hands and exposed skin.
“Alek!” I scream and follow behind him. Feeling the warmth our combined release sets off fireworks in my mind and body.
Never in my life have I felt so completely satiated after an orgasm. I’m a mess of a man as I slump down onto Alek, bury my face into his neck, and breathe in his inviting scent.
Alek detangles our hands, wipes them on the fabric of his henley before he pulls me even closer. His strong arms wrap around my back and he embraces me firmly to his chest. For what feels like a lifetime, we sit, breathe deeply, and hold each other tightly. My eyelids are beginning to flutter closed when I hear Alek’s voice near my ear.
“We gotta get cleaned up, angel.”
“I’m too tired,” I fuss. Truth be told, I am up much later than my typical bedtime.
Alek laughs but keeps ahold of me while he reaches between us and carefully puts us back into place, zipping up our pants as well.
“Can’t have anyone else seeing what’s mine,” he jokes but I delight in the possibility that his man wants me as his.
Opening the car door, Alek keeps a firm grip below my ass with one hand and encourages me to keep my arms wrapped around his neck as he easily steps out of the car. I am not a slight man and the fact that Alek can carry me with minimal effort has me hardening against his abdomen once again.
“Easy soldier. Let’s get inside.” Alek kisses a sensitive spot behind my ear.
I’m sure we make quite the sight; a grown man carrying another very sleepy grown man who clings to him like a baby monkey to its mother.
“I’m going to need to borrow clothes,” I grumble as we cross the threshold to his apartment. Alek has yet to set me down until we walk down a hallway and into a bedroom. I take quick notice of my surroundings. An inviting and fluffy bedspread decorates the large bed in the middle of the room. Cool, gray colors surround us and minimal, but tasteful, furniture decorates his bedroom.
“I’ll get you clothes, Ez.” Alek sets me down onto the bed softly, the stickiness of our combined releases making itself evident when we separate.
Carefully, I take off my sweater and trousers as Alek opens up a drawer and looks around for clothing.
“I think I’ve got a shirt that will fit alright,” he begins, turning around with a black t—shirt and exercise shorts in hand.
“Oh fuck, you need to be naked next time and we need a fuckton more light,” he remarks, his eyes hungrily taking me in. My body is certainly leaner than his but I stay lightly muscled with my running.
As much as I would love to make next time happen right now, I am tired and still coming down from the high of my intense orgasm.
“Alek.” I warn.
“I know, I know. We need some sleep.” He groans with obvious protest in his words as he begins to undress himself as well. Walking over to me, he grabs my discarded clothing before making his way out of the room. “Be right back.”
I take the time to weigh my options to get dressed or not. The comfort of the bedding beneath me and the fact that my skin would be pressing and touching against Alek’s in our sleep makes it no contest. I’m sleeping in my boxers and putting on his clothes in the morning.
It’s been months since I’ve shared a bed with anyone. At first it was difficult to get used to the feeling of sleeping alone when I had always had someone with me for over ten years.
“I’ve got some water.” Alek returns, my thoughts on the past immediately escaping my mind when I see him walk in, tanned muscles all on display with only tight boxers covering his middle.
“Thank you,” I yawn as he passes me a cool glass.
We settle in quickly, with a sense of comfort like this is all part of our everyday routine. Fluffing pillows, moving blankets, and finally settling in. My phone and glasses are perched on the nightstand like they belong there.
Once we’re in bed, I face Alek with my hand under my cheek, and he mirrors my position on the other side of the bed.
“Why does this feel so normal?” I ask, unable to keep my thoughts to myself.
“I don’t know,” he responds. Moving closer to me, Alek wraps a long arm around my waist and I shuffle slightly to meet him in the middle of the bed.
“But I’d have you in my bed every night if I could.” His eyes are closed, there’s a sweet expression on his face, and his words are spoken almost as if he’d been dreaming.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ALEK
What’s the tea?
Ez can’t cook for shit. I learned that this morning after we had woken up in each other’s arms. There was a relaxed smile on his face when I blinked open my eyes from a long night of peaceful sleep. Handsome and awake as ever, Ezekiel was sprawled out looking like he always belonged in my bed. We took our time detangling from each other, passionate kisses and heavy touching made it almost impossible for us to leave the bed. It was only the combined noises from our growling stomachs that put a pause to the makeout session.
We spent the morning making pancakes and bacon side—by—side. Ez insisted on helping out in the kitchen. And my angel burned the fuck out of our bacon and set off the fire alarm. That’s how he ended up sitting on my shoulders, reaching for the alarm so we could turn the damn thing off. We took so long trying to turn off the alarm that my pancakes also burned.
By the end of our disastrous breakfast, we sat giggling with each other at my small dining table with our burned food still smoking between us as we tried to look for any edible pieces. Despite the chaos, it was still the best morning I’ve had in a long time, even with the nagging thoughts trying to invade my mind.
For the sake of having a good morning, I had internalized the anxiety that had been in the back of my mind since Ez told me he and Knight were cousins. I have to confront Knight later today and possibly ruin something with Ez before it even has the chance to begin. This morning might have been the last time I would get to see my angel like this and I was going to treasure our time.
“You’re interrupting my morning tea.” Knight sits back in one of the dark leather chairs in his study, a small cup of tea halfway lifted to his lips.
I texted Knight and sped over here right after saying goodbye to Ez. He had some work to take care of for the upcoming school week and I had errands to run before the show but we agreed to call later tonight. Kissing him goodbye felt especially bittersweet knowing I needed to have a tough encounter afterwards.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was morning tea time. Did I just fucking miss the Queen of England?” I finish entering the room and cross my arms once I’m in front of him.
“You smell like you’ve eaten a pack of cigarettes.” Knight’s mustache shifts upward as he grimaces. He sets his cup of tea down on a coaster and turns to give me his full attention.
“Yeah, well you can thank your cousin for almost setting my house on fire this morning.”
Knight’s eyes narrow and his brow lowers in a look that screams equal parts protective and pensive. After a moment, he offers nothing more than a small “humph.”
“Humph, really? That’s all you’ve got to say?”
Letting out a long sigh, Knight leans back against his chair and steeples his hands in front of his torso. He looks at me the way a parent might look at a misbehaving child.
“I should have realized this would have been within the realm of possibility,” the man admits. “I assume you hit it off at the gala last weekend?” he asks, but I know he already knows the answer.
