Page 30 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

I flush and grin, then lower my head once more and slide my tongue along his balls, before I suck one of them into my mouth.

I’ve never tasted any man’s balls before, but I find myself moaning around his as I suck.

He mewls and thrusts upward again, and I move to his other ball, repeating the motion, before I trail my tongue along his shaft ever so slowly.

When I reach the tip I lick his precum into my mouth.

I’m not crazy about the taste but my desire to please him and to have his gorgeous cock in my mouth overrides my dislike of the salty essence, and honestly it’s much more tolerable than swallowing a mouthful of spunk.

When he looks at me the way he does, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark, nipples hard, his body trembling underneath me, I know there’s no turning away.

“You don’t have to if–” he starts, his words labored, but cuts himself off with the world’s sexiest noise that’s somewhere between a gasp and a wail when I take him in my mouth and moan around his head.

I suckle on the head for a bit, and then swirl my tongue around it, the taste of him exploding on my tongue and making me ache for more as my dick jerks, and he lets out more desperate, needy noises.

Fuck, I’ve never gotten so turned on and felt so much satisfaction from going down on someone before. He grips my hair as I bob up and down on his shaft, taking him a bit deeper.

“Oh fuck, baby.” I take him a bit deeper still, but my gag reflex kicks in so I move back up, gripping his shaft in my hand and stroking him while I suck on his dick, coming almost all the way off and sliding my tongue inside his slit as I move my hand along the base of his shaft.

He undulates his hips, whimpering and writhing, shoving his dick further in and moaning.

My eyes start to water as I gag on his length again, and I’m getting even harder at the knowledge that he can’t help himself, thrusting into my mouth and making me choke on him.

For whatever reason, gagging myself on his dick isn’t nearly as erotic as him shoving himself down my throat as he grips my hair hard enough that a bolt of exquisite pleasure races to my balls.

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come,” he warns me, releasing his grip on me.

I pop all the way off and continue to stroke him hard and fast with my hand, staring into those gorgeous blue eyes even as tears slide down my face.

“Come, darling,” I tell him. “I wanna wear your spunk so bad.”

His eyes flare and he lets out a wail as he throws his head back and his dick pulses in my grip, his release coating my neck and chest. I reach down and jack myself as he lies, sated and looking so fucking beautiful.

All it takes is a few strokes before my release shoots out to cover his cock and balls.

I watch, a groan leaving me as it slides down his balls and onto his ass and thighs, some even getting in his crack.

I pant, thoughts of getting my mouth on that ass making my dick twitch despite having just come.

Alex doesn’t waste any time slicking his fingers up with my release and sucking them into his mouth. And as much as I don’t want to swallow cum, watching him feast on my spunk like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted is incredibly hot.

He gathers every last drop and swallows it down before he looks at me and fucking whimpers, beckoning me to him. I lean forward and he licks his own spunk from my body, swallowing it down and making me shiver with the noises he’s making and the feel of his warm, wet tongue on my sensitive skin.

“Fuck, darling, you’re doing things to me,” I rasp. He stares up at me, his chest rising and falling, running his fingers through my hair.

“You’re so damn pretty, baby,” he says, so much sincerity in his voice that another shiver races through me, and then he pulls me down for a kiss.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” he pants, pulling away. “Your mouth is a fucking hoover, cowboy. Where’d you learn to suck cock like that?”

I grin and blush. “I’ve been practicing, too. You’re not the only one who has been traumatizing bananas.”

He laughs and pulls me down to him, wrapping his arms around me as we lie tangled in the sheets, the smells of sex and sweat and our combined body wash permeating the air and making me sigh in contentment.

Marble hops back on the bed and makes her way onto the pillow we’re not using, and plops herself down.

Alex laughs. “You might never have your bed to yourself again, cowboy.”

I tilt my head to look at him. “I’m okay with that,” I say, and he flushes again, before I press a kiss to his jaw.

“I was thinking, since I’m off today, and you don’t work until later, maybe I could take you out?”

He grins and bites his lip, his cheeks pinkening beautifully. “Yeah?” he says. “Like a date?”

I smile widely. “Exactly like a date, darling.” I press more kisses to his jaw and neck and chest. “A late breakfast somewhere and then maybe find a place where we can walk around so I can hold your hand?”

“You don’t need to go on a walk with me to hold my hand,” he says. “You can do that any time you want.”

I press another kiss to his pec. “Not where other people can see and know you’re mine.”

“Oh.” His eyes heat. “You wanna show me off, cowboy?”

“Always,” I say, and then press a kiss to his lips.

He moans when my tongue slides into his mouth, and opens wider for me.

Fuck, I could kiss him forever and never get tired of it.

I love the way he melts into me, his mouth soft and pliant against mine, the little whimpers and moans he lets out when I nibble on his lower lip or the gasps I hear when my tongue tangles with his.

“Fuck,” he breathes when I finally pull away. His eyes are lidded and his dick is hard again. I grin.

“We need to get up or we’ll be in bed all day,” he says. “And while that sounds kinda amazing, I am also starving.”

I chuckle and kiss his lips once more before we climb out of bed and make our way to the bathroom to shower. We make out while jerking each other off, and then take the time to clean each other.

“I think,” Alex says, as we dry off, “you should let me take you out instead because you haven’t lived here long, and I can show you the town, as it were.”

“All right, but I’m taking you out next time.”

“Sounds fair.”

Alex borrows my clothes so he can go across the hall and change.

When he returns I’m already dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.

He’s grinning as he looks at me, his eyes bright, and my chest squeezes because I know I’m the one making him so fucking happy, and I hope I can keep doing it for a very long time.

We hold hands in the car, and are both grinning like love struck idiots the entire way to the restaurant.

Alex takes us to a little mom and pop place, and when we arrive and get out of the car, he doesn’t hesitate to grab my hand again, twining our fingers together as we walk inside.

It smells incredible, like cooked eggs, bacon, and coffee, and my mouth waters.

The hostess leads us to a table and we sit. When I open the menu I notice it’s filled with southern dishes, and when I look at Alex he beams at me.

“Thought you might like a taste of Georgia, cowboy.”

God, I’m so fucking crazy about this man. I order grits, home fries, and biscuits and gravy, and Alex gets waffles and a side of eggs. He also orders tea while I get coffee.

I’m realizing as we eat that there’s no first date jitters, no worrying about making a good impression or trying to impress my date, no nerves at all, because it’s him.

And we already know each other, and are comfortable together.

I’ve never been so at ease with someone before, or so utterly fucking happy.

After breakfast, Alex takes us to the Boston Public Garden where we take a swan boat ride, and then walk around the different paths, admiring the gorgeous greenery and the incredible monuments and fountains, all while keeping our hands clasped and our fingers twined.

The weather is gorgeous, a slight breeze in the air, and the smell of flowers tickles my nose.

“It’s really lovely here,” I say, and Alex smiles.

“It is. This is where my parents got engaged, and married.”

“Yeah? It would be beautiful.” I squeeze his hand in mine, then bring it up to my lips and press a kiss to it, and he blushes crimson while biting his lip, then squeezes my hand back.

“I really enjoyed our first date,” I tell him when we get back in the car. “Thank you.”

“I really enjoyed our first date, too,” he says, then leans over to kiss me, and I meet him halfway.

“Mmmm,” we both moan as the kiss quickly becomes more heated.

“Home,” Alex says, pulling away, his pupils blown and his voice husky. I can see his dick straining against the zipper of his jeans, and mine is doing the same.

“Agreed,” I rasp.

We’ve barely made it out of the car before we’re kissing each other feverishly.

We somehow manage to get the door to the building open and then keep kissing as we make our way to my apartment.

We break apart long enough for me to unlock the door, and then we’re stumbling inside and Alex is pinning me up against the door, both of us breathing heavily, reaching for each other, groping, gasping, and moaning as our tongues tangle and we desperately try to undress each other.

I manage to get Alex’s shirt off and he does the same with mine, before we’re on each other again.

He grips my dick through my pants and squeezes, and I jolt, before thrusting into his hand.

God, that feels good. I reach out and do the same to him, my moans getting louder at the feel of his hard cock in my hand and him rutting against me furiously.

Alex’s eagerness and exuberance is making me that much harder, and he’s unzipping my pants and sliding his hand inside, gripping my dick through my underwear, toying with the copious wet spot that’s formed and rubbing the head of my dick with his thumb.