Page 18 of Allured (Love and Burlesque #1)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EZEKIEL
A sense of belonging.
M y 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.