Page 28 of Allured (Love and Burlesque #1)
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
EZEKIEL
New experiences.
“ D inner was outstanding, Alek.” The praise leaves my lips while my hands are occupied with loading Alek’s dishwasher. Only he and I remain in his apartment, clearing the kitchen and dining room of discarded plates and serving materials.
The meal with his family was unexpected in the most entertaining of ways. Growing up with a relatively small family, in which we were more serious than not, I was not prepared for the amount of shenanigans these four got into.
Our time together was filled with recollections of embarrassing stories about Alek, some current events, and talk of school from myself, Viv, and Thomas. Thomas entertained us with stories of residency in his medical school. Rhett and Alek argued animatedly about the best shape of pasta. And Viv delighted in sharing the details of a gothic wedding dress she recently designed.
I was fascinated with the way conversation flowed so easily between them. Though, they didn’t let me just observe. Viv was curious about my family as well and I divulged information that I assumed to be appropriate for dinner talk.
At the end of our meal, Viv excused herself, saying she had to get back to a project she was working on. Thomas had to get back to his studies after dropping off Rhett for a late night shift at the burger shop.
“You can’t go wrong with Italian food.”
Jumping slightly from the sudden proximity of his voice, I peer over my shoulder in time to see Alek wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing himself directly into my back.
I bask in the moment. My eyes close while the back of my head gently rests on the upper swell of Alek’s chest. From this angle, I’m able to place a tender kiss on the sleeve of his shirt.
“Thank you for inviting me,” I whisper.
“Thank you for putting up with us.” He kisses my temple in reply and begins holding me even closer to him. “Spend the night, Ez.”
Alek’s kisses are growing less sweet and more heated as he inches further down my face to my neck and behind my ear. His statement is not a question and I don’t find myself considering any other option but to stay in this man’s arms for the rest of the night.
Reaching a hand toward his face, I cup Alek’s jaw and turn his face so our lips meet in a breathy kiss. My fingers intertwine in his hair, pulling him closer to deepen our kiss which grows more desperate by the second.
“Take me to bed, Aleksander,” I plead.
“Hang on, Ez.” Those three words spoken much too quickly for me to properly comprehend are my only warning before Alek heaves me up with one arm while the other adjusts my legs to wrap around his waist.
“Should I be concerned about your enjoyment of lifting me?” I tease, shaking my head at him as he leads us away from the kitchen, down the hallway, and into his bedroom.
“Oh yeah, angel. I feel your concern poking into my stomach right now.” Alek punctuates his sentence by grinding himself into me.
My moan cuts off any retort I may have had in store. Once in the bedroom, Alek is quick to turn on the light, and even quicker to fling me onto his bed.
“Alek!” I bounce and can’t help but laugh at the playfulness of this man.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I peer past the end of the bed to see Alek rid himself of his long sleeve, pulling it off and over his head in a fluid motion. He catches me staring and a devious little smirk grows over his features.
“Enjoying the show, angel?” he asks, hands paused on the top of his dark wash jeans.
“Yes, thoroughly,” I reply, aware that my voice is coated in arousal.
In return, Alek slows his movements, roaming a large tanned hand down his chest and abdomen, caressing all of the places where my hand should be trailing. My burlesque dancer certainly knows how to put on a show, albeit a more private one than what he’s used to.
Taking mercy, Alek finally unbuttons his jeans, dragging the zipper and lowering the waistband to the bottom of his Adonis belt at the same time. The fabric settles, revealing a thin trail of light brown hair that taunts my vision. Instead of stripping himself bare, Alek chooses to discard his jeans onto the floor. With determination on his features, he begins a slow descent onto the bed, and up my body.
“Seems kinda unfair that you're still in all your clothes, angel.” Alek mouths against the exposed sliver of skin at my neck.
“Take them off, cut them, burn them for all I care.” I am fully aware that I am whining and clawing at Alek’s body in impatience, but it’s been over a week since our last encounter. A profound craving for more of Alek has underlined my entire week.
“Nah, keep the clothes on.”
As much as I crave the feeling of Alek’s heated skin on mine, the look in his eyes as he lifts off me will have me agreeing to anything he will suggest. Pure hunger radiates from his features and it torches my body in turn.
“Fuck. I’ve been thinking about your cock all week, angel.”
Alek kneels at the edge of the bed with his head resting between my spread legs, his upper torso flat on the sheets, and his perfect ass in the air. Though I lament that it is still covered in his dark blue boxer briefs, I’m immediately taken back to our video call not that long ago, where he exposed every inch of his perfect body to me. There’s no curbing the deep groan that escapes my lips, nor the indecent twitch of my cock, just inches from the very object of my desire.
“Damn, Ez. Worked up already?” Alek teases and simultaneously puts me out of my sweet misery when he unzips my pants and grasps my cock free from its confines.
“This teasing will catch up to you one day, my boy.” My voice is a near growl as I reach my hand into the wavy strands of Alek’s hair, tugging roughly.
“Promise?” The question is mumbled from how close Alek’s mouth is to my hardened cock, and I swear, I feel my soul ascend when he licks a line up the underside of it.
“I missed the taste of you.” Alek peppers open—mouthed kisses along my shaft that make me whine in an almost embarrassing way. I find it hard to be skittish about the noises this man draws from me when I am rewarded with the delicious feeling of Alek’s sinful mouth wrapped around me.
“ Jesus Christ, Alek,” I curse, my eyes focusing only on where Alek keeps taking me deeper and deeper. The sight of those pouty lips stretching to their limit as Alek reaches my base and the gathering tears in his eyes while he fully envelopes me in his throat has me reeling.
“You take me so well, baby.” I caress the hollow of his cheek, down to his jawline where I gently cup his face in my hand. My other hand is still tightened in his hair, simultaneously keeping him in place and providing an anchor for myself.
Now that I control his movements, I pull at his light brown waves and slowly ease Alek’s mouth off my cock. A line of saliva drips down his chin as he catches his breath.
“Alek, look at me,” I demand, my hand guiding his chin to tilt in my direction. “You are going to play with your cock while I use your mouth, understand?”
I revel at Alek’s hungry nod in response.
“Good boy.”
Alek rushes to free his cock from his boxers as I plunge myself back into his waiting mouth. We fall into a rhythm of thrusts, groans, and grinding. I feel the searing skin of Alek’s cock against my calf as he fists himself in time with my thrusts, gifting me with another point of needed connection.
As heavenly as Alek’s eager mouth feels around me, I cannot help but desire more. I want the luxurious feel of Alek’s body molding beneath my fingers. I want to know how the man’s cock feels between my own lips.
With a firm pull, I guide his lips off of me. Only the anticipation of what comes next dulls the needy ache in me. Curling my body towards Alek, I strain to reach his swollen and used lips to cover them with my own. A foreign taste coats them and it has me exhaling shakily into his mouth as I realize it’s my own taste. I lick into his mouth, digging for more of our combined flavor that I already know I am utterly addicted to.
“Alek, I need to taste you,” I beg into our kiss, and Alek smiles against my lips.
“Lay on your side and follow my lead, angel.”
Alek’s answering smirk is downright devious as he finally lowers his boxers and reveals himself to me. Bulging muscles line his body, smooth skin perfect and glistening calls to me like a beacon.
I would be distressed from him cutting my admiration of his body short if he wasn’t settling himself onto the bed next to me. Curiosity courses through me when I realize he intends to lay opposite of me… and upside down.
Strong thighs fill my vision, framing his rigid and flushed cock only inches away from my face. I lick my lips in high—strung anticipation.
“Best of both worlds.” Alek kisses my thigh, his breath warming the spot instantly.
“Alek,” I begin as I rub soothing circles on his thigh, more to comfort myself than him. “You will have to guide me,” I admit and grasp at the base of his waiting erection, unable to keep my hands off him any longer. My experience with an uncut member is even lower than my experience with cock in general.
“Grip at the top and pull the skin back slowly,” Alek instructs.
At the same time I begin to do as he says, I feel a calloused hand stroke my pelvis before it cups my balls gently. A shiver rakes through my body at the touch but my eyes stay open and observant as I move my hand and reveal more of Alek.
“That’s it, angel. Take me in your mouth,” He groans before surprising me by shoving me fully into his throat and it feels like I’m being welcomed home.
My first taste of Alek is tentative as if I’m sampling a delicacy. My lips are parted around him and I add only a bit of suction to start.
Alek’s responding whine shoots vibrations through my cock and encourages me to continue. I take him deeper, stuffing as much of his gorgeous cock as I can into my mouth, only pausing momentarily as his shaft reaches the entrance of my throat.
I’m exhilarated, my excitement motivating me to take him deeper every time I retreat and fall back onto him. Alek meets me with the same enthusiasm, our movements rocking the bed as we practically devour each other. I want to provide Alek with the same pleasure he bestows upon me. I want him as addicted and needy as I feel for him.
“Oh shit.” Alek only spares a moment to curse out his pleasure before his mouth is back on my cock like a magnet chasing its opposite.
“I could live with your cock in my mouth,” I admit, taking the liberty to tongue between the skin at the tip of Alek’s arousal while my hand works him quickly at his base. Then, I feel it. A sudden and tense tightening of Alek’s body and I know I am about to make him come. Heat trickles through my body, causing an anticipatory rigidity of my own as I thrust and chase my release within the plush walls of Alek’s mouth.
“F—fuck.” A near incomprehensible mumble leaves Alek’s lips through the slight gap of his mouth wrapped around my pulsing cock.
My needy whine pierces the fervid air between our bodies. With abandon, I bury myself deep into Alek’s throat, the tight channel spasming around me as I empty deep into him.
Through some miracle, I am able to keep my wits about me as I mark Alek’s wicked throat with my cum. My hand grips Alek tightly while I take in the majority of his pulsing shaft. A hot and sharp taste fills my mouth, and I attempt to swallow it all down, but a small trickle escapes my lips as we both come down from our peaks.
Alek is the first to move, releasing an exhausted sigh while he maneuvers himself upright, playfully kicking me in the process.
“You are ridiculous,” I laugh, pushing him back, though I want nothing more than to bask in his proximity.
“Says the guy with the fucking bat between his legs. Y’know how hard I had to work at that?” Alek settles himself beside me, his head resting on his arm as he turns toward me.
“Oh yes, I’m sure the noises I heard were purely out of complaint.” Rolling my eyes at him, I turn and mirror his position.
Alek’s eyes darken as he skims over my lips. A large hand reaches up between us and his thumb settles on my chin. I’m unable to look away as he closes the space between us and seals his mouth over mine, paying particular attention to the corners of my lips. Suddenly, I remember the bit of Alek’s cum I was unable to take in and I realize what he’s doing.
Alek is licking his cum from my face and driving it back into my mouth through our lazy kiss.
I cannot think of this experience as anything less than a benediction. Any reservations I may have still had regarding my sexuality have been absolved. Alek is all that remains.