And he didn’t trust himself, not after the kiss.
“Quit being a coward,” Christian muttered and knocked.
As he waited, he became increasingly conscious of the tube of lube in his pocket. Presumptuous? Maybe. Maybe not.
The door opened. Mila stood there, wearing a thin white nightgown. “Hey,” Mila said with a smile.
Christian returned it and kissed her on the cheek.
She locked the door, took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
Christian’s heart pounded somewhere in the region of his throat. He couldn’t remember ever being so nervous about sex.
Alexander was sitting on the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxers. Dark blue eyes met his, unreadable. Alexander’s scruffy face was completely impassive. Only the bulge in his boxers gave him away—he wasn’t as disinterested as he appeared.
Christian felt Mila’s hands undress him, her lips kissing his neck as she did it. Alexander’s gaze followed Mila’s hands, watching her unbutton his shirt.
His fingers a bit unsteady, Christian unzipped his jeans and pushed them down with his underwear.
He felt himself blush as Alexander’s gaze traveled over his naked body. It was ridiculous: he had a great body, and it wasn’t like Alexander hadn’t seen him naked before. Yet Christian couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. Alexander was mostly straight, after all. Did he like what he was seeing?
“Come on,” Mila said, pushing him to the bed.
Christian sat on bed. Uncomfortable, he watched as Mila climbed into Alexander’s lap and kissed him. He watched as Alexander’s big hands removed her nightgown. Christian fidgeted, hating his uncharacteristic shyness and awkwardness. It wasn’t like him at all.
Annoyed with himself, Christian moved closer and slid a hand down Mila’s smooth back, until his hand bumped into Alexander’s. He stroked Alexander’s knuckles with his fingers, felt them flex, and looked up. Alexander was watching him as he kissed Mila.
Christian wet his lips and Alexander’s eyes fixed on them. Christian felt a thrill shoot through him. He stroked Alexander’s fingers, looking at him through his eyelashes.
Alexander stopped kissing Mila back, his eyes glued to Christian. They were glazed over and a bit unfocused. Christian’s own eyes likely looked no better at that moment.
Probably realizing Alexander was no longer kissing her back, Mila turned her head to Christian and pulled him close for a kiss. He let her, feeling Alexander grip his fingers almost painfully.
When Mila finally broke the kiss, Christian found Alexander’s face only inches away.
They stared at each other.
The next thing he knew, they were kissing furiously, all tongue and teeth, hands in each other’s hair, and god, it felt so good, and scary, but addictive. Christian moaned into Alexander’s mouth and sucked on his tongue, pulling him closer, tighter, until he was on his back and Alexander was on top of him, his heavy body pinning him down. So good. Gasping, Christian hooked his leg around Alexander’s hip and ground their erections together. Alexander groaned against his mouth and kissed him harder.
Christian whimpered when they had to stop kissing to draw some much-needed air into their lungs.
“Oh, wow.”
He flinched at Mila’s voice. Right. She was there too.
Christian opened his eyes and looked into Alexander’s, inches away from his own. Alexander’s pupils were completely blown, and he was breathing as harshly as him. Their bodies were entwined so tightly there wasn’t a hair’s breadth between them. But Christian still wanted closer. More. Tighter.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, looking Alexander in the eye.
Alexander’s nostrils flared. “I’ve never fucked a guy.”
Good. Christian nearly said. “Do you want to?” It seemed like a stupid question, considering that Alexander’s erection was pressed against his thigh, but he knew it might be a big deal for Alexander: he was mostly straight, after all.
Alexander’s eyes roamed over his face before he suddenly kissed Christian again.
“Yes,” he said, abandoning Christian’s swollen lips only to continue with his neck instead, trailing hot, urgent kisses down his throat and sucking hickeys into his skin.
Christian panted, barely able to think. “There’s lube in my jacket.”
Alexander didn’t move, still trailing his lips all over his neck, thumbs rubbing Christian’s nipples, his belly.
“Alec,” he tried again. “Lube.”
“Yes.” Alexander lifted his head and gave him a short, hard kiss.
Except the short kiss turned into a very long one and Christian ended up with his legs wrapped around Alexander’s waist, their stomachs and erections pressed tightly against each other. They kissed like that; wet, open-mouthed kisses, tongues sliding in and out, for endless minutes. Christian pulled back with a groan, panting for air. “We’ll never manage to fuck if we keep kissing. Come on. Lube. And a condom.”
“Here,” came a quiet voice.
Christian turned his head and looked at Mila. She was lying on her side, watching them. Her pretty face was flushed. She pushed the lube and a condom to him.
Christian told Alexander reluctantly, “Get off me. I need to prep. I can’t do it with you on top.”
Alexander took the lube from him. “I’ll do it.”
“You sure you know how? It’s been a while for me, and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch if you don’t do it properly.”
Alexander gave him a look. “Women have anal sex too, you know.”
Right.
Alexander rolled off him.
His eyes swept over Christian’s naked body, almost like a physical touch. “Spread your legs,” he said, voice low and hoarse.
Christian did, and then Alexander was nudging his thighs apart and touching his hole with his long, slick fingers, massaging it. Christian bit his bottom lip, unsure if he should thrust up or down, and settled for writhing a bit frantically. He had to keep his teeth locked together to keep from begging for more. He was very sensitive down there. Too sensitive.
Slowly, one finger slid into him. It burned, just a little, and Christian clenched down around it, trying to intensify the burn. It felt good, and he wanted more. “Come on, I’m not made of china. I can take it.”
Alexander’s face was tense, his jaw clenched tightly. “No. When we start, I won’t be gentle.”
Christian shivered, closing his eyes. Within a couple of minutes, Alexander was fingering him hard and deep. He worked a second finger in beside the first, and this time there was some real pain as the muscle stretched to accommodate the intrusion, but it only added to the sensation, made everything feel sharper and better. Christian bucked his hips back into Alexander’s hand and his cock got harder at the press and pull on his insides, blunt fingers catching on the edge of his hole with each thrust of Alexander’s hand. He could feel the pressure building in his balls as the fingers fucked into him, but it wasn’t enough. He still felt hollow, empty.
“Another one?” Alexander said, voice incredibly low.
“Yeah,” Christian gasped out, on the verge of begging.
Alexander added a third finger, and Christian couldn’t form words anymore. It was just sensory input – cool sheets under him, Alexander’s body heat against him, the scent of sweat and pre-come. The ridiculous way his ass felt, stuffed full of three thick fingers, hole already stretched and sore, and Alexander’s fingers had nothing on the width of his cock. Christian’s muscles clenched around the fingers, and Alexander’s breath caught.
“All right, that’s it,” Alexander ground out.
The fingers slid out slowly, leaving Christian feeling empty and cold.
The sound of a condom wrapper opening turned him on in ways he couldn’t describe.
Drawing a deep breath, Christian forced his eyes open. Alexander was there, flushed, tousled and aroused, eyes dark and wild—his composure gone—and then Christian felt the press of Alexander’s cock agains
t his slick, aching hole. Alexander slid his hands under Christian, lifting his hips.
The slow slide of Alexander’s cock into him had Christian give up thinking and he could only moan, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. He threw his head back, his hands fisted in the bedcovers so hard his fingers felt numb. He heard Alexander draw a shaky breath.
“Jesus,” Alexander said, his voice wavering.
Another thrust, striking at his prostate, and Christian’s eyes rolled back in his head. God. “Yeah, there.”
Untangling his hands from the covers, Christian wrapped his arms around Alexander’s back, bringing him closer, and their mouths met in another deep, hungry kiss. The sensation of his own cock trapped between their bodies, slick with sweat and pre-come, made him whimper.
Alexander quickened the pace, and Christian dug his nails into Alexander’s back as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth opened in the shape of an O. God, he felt perfect inside him, long and thick, stretching him to that fine line between pain and pleasure, every thrust driving Christian insane. He was moaning and begging for more and couldn’t stop, and Alexander was no better, grunting and groaning on top of him as they moved together.
Before long, Alexander’s self-control slipped completely, and he began to thrust with all of his strength.
“Oh god,” Christian gasped as Alexander threw his head back, the pace nothing less than frantic. Animalistic. The bed was creaking under them, and the smell of sex filled the air. Christian knew his grip on Alexander was hard enough to bruise, but he couldn’t let go, couldn’t get close enough. He scrabbled at Alexander’s shoulders and grunted, twisting his legs around Alexander’s midsection. His hole was oversensitive and aching, and he just wanted more, more of Alexander, at this perfect angle, quick and brutal, slamming into him, filling him up so good and so much—
Alexander pulled back to look down at him. Their dazed eyes met. A final thrust, hard and high, and a muscle along the side of Alexander’s face twitched, his eyes going wide and unseeing. His stomach pushed against Christian’s cock, hard, and Christian arched back as he came with a cry, his hands holding onto Alexander’s shoulders so hard it was probably painful. He was saying something, but he had no idea of what he was saying. Alexander wasn’t any better, panting out what sounded like “fuck” and possibly “God.” The tremors coursed through Christian’s body, and Alexander, slumped on top of him, was shaking as well.
“That was—I…” Christian managed, his voice unsteady.
Alexander grunted into his throat, breathing hard, his body heavy, and hot, and perfect. So fucking perfect.
Christian wasn’t sure what made him turn his head, but something did.
His dazed gaze fell on Mila.
She was staring at them with a very odd expression on her face.
But then she smiled, and Christian thought he had probably just imagined it.
“He’s very good, isn’t he?” she said with a sly grin.
Christian laughed breathlessly. “Yeah. Pretty good.”
Alexander pulled out and rolled off Christian to lie beside him. He removed the condom, tied it, and tossed it into the trash can next to the bed. “Pretty good? Should I be offended?”
Christian turned his head and smiled at him, still giddy from pleasure. He had to literally bite his tongue to keep himself from saying something ridiculous like “It was the best sex of my life” or “Please fuck me again and never get out of me.”
“Pretty good is pretty good, isn’t it?” he said instead and blew him a kiss.
Alexander stared at him for a moment before suddenly gripping his throat, leaning in and fitting their mouths together.
Christian turned to him fully and closed his eyes, enjoying the delicious little shivers of pleasure coursing through him as they kissed slowly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed the simple act of kissing this much.
A soft female body pressed against his back, and Christian tensed and opened his eyes.
“You had your fun, guys,” Mila said lightly. “Now it’s my turn.”
Alexander stopped kissing him, and Christian squashed the surge of annoyance. It was ridiculous. Mila was right: they were supposed to be having a threesome, and so far they had neglected her.
“That’s totally his fault,” Christian said, turning to her and putting on a smile.
She smiled back and kissed him.
Christian closed his eyes and tried to get lost in the kiss, yet he felt nothing but a sense of obligation. Alexander’s firm body pressed against his back, and a big hand stroked his stomach, heavy and perfect, and that made him gasp in pleasure. Alexander nibbled on his earlobe.
Yeah, Christian decided, feeling his cock start hardening again.
This would work.
Chapter 9
Christian yawned and rubbed his eyes.
It was pretty late; he should be going. He had Rutledge’s exam next morning, so he couldn’t really afford to waste time. Even Mila had left the bed an hour ago to go back to studying for the exam. Christian was pretty sure every other student in Rutledge’s class was studying like crazy at the moment, not lounging in bed after hours of sex. Even Shawn seemed stressed as hell when Christian had called him earlier—it looked like Rutledge wasn’t cutting him any slack because they were in a relationship.
“If I fail Rutledge’s exam tomorrow, it will be your fault,” Christian said.
Alexander opened his eyes.
They were sharing the pillow because Alexander was still lying half on top of him, their legs tangled. They both were sweaty and sticky after sex, but Christian didn’t want to move. He felt too good to move.
“Mine?” Alexander said. “You weren’t even supposed to come tonight. We didn’t expect you.”
Inwardly, Christian cringed a bit. He knew he really hadn’t been supposed to come over, but in the past week, he’d become so accustomed to…certain things that he’d felt restless and couldn’t focus on studying anyway. The moment Alexander had pushed inside of him, the restlessness had disappeared immediately.
It worried Christian that he was a total slut for the guy. Hell, he was practically gagging for him. It wouldn’t do. It was downright stupid. He was just a temporary addition to Alexander and Mila’s sex life, basically nothing more than a sex toy. They could decide to end this little arrangement any day.
“You weren’t exactly unhappy,” Christian murmured, pushing the thoughts away. Alexander definitely hadn’t been unhappy to see him: he was all over him the moment Christian had entered the apartment. Mila did seem a bit unhappy, but it was understandable, considering they had a brutal exam tomorrow. She was in a much better mood after Christian went down on her, and she left the bed with a smile on her face. Though, truth be told, it was a bit of a mystery to Christian how he had managed to make her come at all, considering he could barely focus on anything while Alexander fucked him.
“I wasn’t,” Alexander admitted.
Christian looked at him curiously. “Does it freak you out?”
“What?” Alexander moved down a little to lick Christian’s nipple.
“This,” Christian said. “Sex with a guy.”
He felt Alexander’s muscles stiffen ever so slightly before relaxing again. “We’ve been doing this for a week. Do I look like I’m freaking out?”
Christian shrugged. “You’re weird sometimes. Sometimes you look at me like you’re thinking: ‘What the hell I’m doing?’”
Alexander swiped his tongue over the nipple. It tickled. His nipples weren’t particularly sensitive, but Alexander seemed to have a weird fixation on them. Not that it was unpleasant or anything, but he would have preferred Alexander to suck and lick something else.
But he never did. They might have had sex numerous times, yet Alexander never touched his cock. It wasn’t that Christian minded that Alexander didn’t want to blow him—he knew gay guys who didn’t like sucking dick, and Christian liked being fucked better anyway�
�� but it did bother him a bit, for a different reason.
Christian said, “Do you imagine I’m a woman when you fuck me?”
Alexander’s eyes snapped up to him. “What?”
Christian raised his eyebrows with a smile. “Do you imagine I’m a woman?”
“It’s a bit hard not to notice you don’t have breasts and a pussy.”
Christian laughed. “That’s not what I meant. You never touch my dick. It’s like you’re scared of it. Or it grosses you out.”
Alexander shifted his gaze to the dick in question. Christian grimaced, feeling his cock start to harden under Alexander’s scrutiny. Seriously, what was it about this guy that turned him into a total nympho? Alexander didn’t even have to try, for fuck’s sake.
“I’m not scared of your dick,” Alexander said, still looking at it. Christian’s cock was fully hard now. Of course it was.
Alexander looked back at Christian’s face. His eyes narrowed, but the corner of his mouth twitched up. “Why do I feel like we’re still playing gay chicken?”
Christian grinned, took Alexander’s hand and wrapped it around his erection. “Because we kind of are. You fuck me every day, but I’m pretty sure you don’t consider yourself gay or even bi.” When Alexander didn’t say anything, Christian chuckled. “I’m right, huh? You think you’re still straight; you just happen to like putting your dick in me. It doesn’t make you gay, right?”
As usual, Alexander’s face betrayed nothing, and Christian half-laughed and half-groaned in frustration. “You’re doing that again.”
“Doing what?”
“Putting on your poker face. I hate your poker face. You look at me and I have no idea what you’re thinking. Like, you could be thinking that I’m annoying or that I’m adorable.” Christian smiled. “What are you thinking about right now?”
Alexander looked at his smiling lips. His tone was completely casual as he said, “That I want to feed you my cock.”
Christian’s mouth went dry. He laughed. “You do realize you sound like a total creep, right? It’s creepy when you say stuff like that with a blank face.” His cock was totally on board with that plan, though, and Alexander knew it, since his hand was still wrapped around it.
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