Page 55 of Center of Gravity
At first, it was just a kiss. Just a single point of intense contact, the hot slip-slide of tongue against tongue, the scratch of his chin against mine, breaths drawn slowly, and then a little savagery of nipping teeth and scrapes that needled down to the hollow of my throat. Alex exhaled in these harsh, helpless puffs of air that drove me crazy. It was a devastating and hungry exchange, the kind that sent trilling sparks shooting through my limbs—even my half-numb back. I caught that ring through his lip between my teeth, tugged and licked at it again and again, the way I’d been wanting to for so long, until he let out a moan and his cock dripped against my thigh.
He perched over the tops of my legs, his body tensed and his cock pressing urgently against me. I wanted more. More friction, more of his skin on mine. But I was practically in a straitjacket.
“Alex,” I said into his mouth, and he drew away again.
“I like when you say my name like that. Like a warning. Like you’re about to lose your shit.”
“I might,” I panted, “If you don’t help me get these goddamn boxers off.”
“Oh, now you want help?” He cocked a brow at me and grinned against my frown, giving me another kiss as he slid his hand behind the waistband of my boxers. He took his time, teasing the band down until only the head of my cock was exposed, forced flat against my abdomen in full, dark-throbbing blush, drizzling pre-cum into the patch of hair it nestled against.
“Fuck,” he murmured, biting at his lip with a click of sound. “I’ve wanted to do this again for a really long time.” That made two of us, then. He swiped his thumb across the sensitive head and I hissed, teeth bared. Then he moved down, ducking low and brushing his lower lip and the ring that pierced it across my glans. Goosebumps broke out across my arms. My stomach tensed.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I shuddered out, fisting my hand in his hair.
He tipped his face up to give me a wicked grin. “You like it. And you deserve it for making me wait this long.”
His breath spilled hot and damp against my stomach, then he licked my length through the fabric of my boxers and if I wasn’t afraid of screwing up my back I would have lost it then, would have tightened my grip in his hair and jackhammered into the back of his throat until I shattered. Instead, I got the same torturous treatment he’d given himself earlier, lips wrapping around my dick, velvet-soft licking that ebbed and flowed and sent tremors all the way to my toes.
“Don’t move,” he said as he pulled my boxers down all the way, freeing my feet of them. I couldn’t if I wanted to, and I didn’t resist when he spread my thighs so he could fit himself between them.
When he took me all the way into his mouth, I was adrift in sensation. His hands, his lips, his tongue, they seemed to descend from every direction and surround me. I was submerged into a gauzy, silken wetness lighting me up at various points through my body like a constellation of desire. He was good, so fucking good that I berated myself for my previous obstinacy, for denying myself the ecstasy of his mouth and the friction of his hand. It was all I could do to keep still, and that added to the eroticism of what he was doing to me.
My head fell back against the pillow. I saw stars on the ceiling as my breath came in raspy, shaky measures.
“God, what are you doing to me?” It was rhetoric because it was clear I was falling apart and that he was the source of this euphoric undoing. Alex hummed against me, and the vibrations moved through me like a shockwave.
“I’m showing you why you’re an idiot,” he said, pressing another kiss against my stomach. A draft of cool air moved across my abdomen as he shifted, but then he wrapped around me again, knees locked along my thighs, his cock gliding against mine. He took us both in his slippery hands and stroked, canting his chin and then leaning into the reach of my fingers, allowing me to pull his mouth in to melt against mine once more.
I could have lost myself for hours in this, this drifting, liquid sensation of our bodies rubbing and sliding against each other, the taunting variation of friction that had me close to the precipice of orgasm one second and then retreating the next.
Alex bent over and took me in between his lips again, shedding the languor of earlier for intense, deep suction that shot steel through my spine and twisted my fingers through his hair. I muffled a groan into my shoulder as spit-slick fingers pressed between my cheeks, teasing and exploring the tight pinch of muscle. Alex pushed my knees wider. One finger then two sank inside me, pulsing against the ache that was already there, caressing it higher. I almost came off the bed when he brushed the tight cache of nerve endings that made up my prostate, back arching and shooting a warning spasm all the way to my neck that made me gasp. I could just see the headline:Man breaks own back during ass fingering.
“Be still,” Alex ordered, releasing my cock to pin my hips back down.
Maybe later, if I couldn’t walk for another three days, I’d regret it, but I didn’t think so. Alex closed his mouth over me again, taking me all the way into the back of his throat, beyond, his hand firm and steady, anchoring me in place within and without as jolts of pleasure seized me.
My orgasm washed over me in intense bursts that quaked through the muscles of my thighs as I flooded the back of his throat. He coasted with me, his lips tight around my cock until my body stilled and relaxed. Then he rose to his knees, pushing forward even as I pulled him.
“Open your mouth.”
I did so without a moment’s hesitation, grasping his hips and lapping at the head of his cock and the salty tide of semen that followed as he finished himself off with one hand braced over the top of the headboard. He hunched over, panting, and I kissed his chest, his throat, whatever I could reach before he dropped back down carefully, brushing his lips across mine and collapsing onto the bed beside me.
We lay there, the air humid with sex while we caught our breath, then he started laughing. It was a soft, humored laugh, both infectious and incongruent to the moment. My lips quirked as I looked over at him.
“I think the only reason I lasted is because I was worrying about hurting you. Is anything hurting?”
My back was a little tender, but nothing worth mentioning. “I’m good, aside from my pride at feeling so…useless.”
“Useless or out of control?” Alex fluttered his lashes at me. “Because there was plenty that was in working order and far from useless.” The tip of his index finger traced the shape of my mouth and a little shiver ran through me that caught fire and became a full body shudder.
“By the way,” he said, finger dropping to graze my naked hip where the fading imprint of that stupid pizza slice meandered beneath the jut of bone. “That really is a dumb tattoo. I can’t believe I didn’t see it that night in the club. If I had, I’d probably have been the one to ditch out.”
I laughed and pushed his hand away. “I should get it removed. Honestly, I forget about it a lot.”
“No, keep it. It humanizes you. Brings you down among all of us plebs who make dumb decisions on a regular basis.”
“I do it more often than you think.” But that was a conversation for another day.