Page 38 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

Chapter Twenty

Alex

Several hours later we’re sitting around my parents’ dinner table with Tommy and Pierre, eating the arroz con pollo that Mom and Dad made, talking and laughing.

“Alejandro, your brother tells us you and Bentley are dating,” Mom says, and then gives me a withering look. “Why did I have to find this out from him and not you?”

I grimace. “Sorry, Mom, it’s fairly new and I just hadn’t gotten around to it, yet.”

“Hadn’t gotten around to it,” she repeats, and Dad shakes his head, grinning. “I gave you life and this is how you treat me.” Her words are stern but her gaze is playful, and I know she’s not really upset. “Well, if you decide to get married I hope I find out before the wedding day.”

“Mom,” I say, flushing, and glancing at Bentley who’s doing the same. “We’re nowhere near thinking about marriage.”

“The two of you would look so handsome wearing tuxes and standing under a beautiful archway,” she croons .

“She’ll have names for your children by the time dinner is over,” Dad says, and she smacks his arm.

“Oh, you are all horrid,” she says. She thankfully changes the subject then and I let out a sigh of relief.

I’m crazy about Bentley, but we haven’t even been dating for a month, and while I want to get married someday, I’m sure not ready to walk down the aisle just yet.

Though I have to admit, when I picture my future–one, three or even five years from now, there’s no one I’d rather have in it than him.

Building a life with him, a home, sounds amazing.

Pierre tells us how his college courses are going, and how busy he is with final exams coming up, and I notice he seems happier, despite the conversation Tommy and Cyrus had at the bar last night.

When the meal is over and the table has been cleared I take a moment to ask how he’s doing, and he smiles at me, gripping Tommy’s hand. “Still figuring things out, but I’m hopeful,” he says.

“We’re hopeful,” Tommy says, giving Pierre’s hand a squeeze. I still can’t get over the effect Pierre has on my brother. No one can melt Tommy’s heart like his husband can.

When Mom and Dad emerge from the kitchen once more they’re carrying pina coladas for everyone, and a virgin one for Pierre.

We move into the living room and visit some more while we drink, Mom and Dad regaling Bentley with stories from my childhood and embarrassing me to pieces by breaking out one of our old photo albums. Mom is so excited about it she practically shoves me aside to sit next to Bentley and opens the book on both of their laps.

“He was such a beautiful baby,” Mom gushes as she flips through photos of me from when I was an infant, making me groan. Bentley has the biggest smile on his face though, and I can’t complain when he’s so fucking happy .

He laughs when he sees a picture of me at age eight, in a dress and shirt from the 1860s, holding a book in my hand and smiling widely.

“He wanted to be Jo March for Halloween,” Mom tells Bentley. “I watched the movie with him and he fell in love with it. I think he had a crush on Jo.”

“Oh my God,” I groan, burying my face in my hands.

“It wasn’t until he was ten that he read the book and it’s been his favorite ever since.”

Bentley nudges me and grins. “You look pretty stinking cute.”

“Shut up,” I say, shoving his face away, and making everyone laugh.

“Oh, look at this, his senior portraits. Such a handsome young man, my Alejandro.” She reaches over Bentley’s lap to squeeze my hand, and I’m pretty sure if Bentley wasn’t there she'd be pinching my cheek instead.

“Beautiful baby and handsome young man,” Tommy quips, “wonder what happened.”

Mom stands up to reach across the coffee table and slap his leg and we’re all laughing again. “You be nice to your brother,” she says.

“Yeah, be nice to your brother,” I say, and Tommy sticks his tongue out at me, so of course I do the same right back.

“Oh mon Dieu,” Pierre groans, with a grin on his face. “You two are ridiculous.”

“He started it,” I say, and that just makes everyone laugh more.

When we leave a couple of hours later, after a round of Pictionary and a cutthroat game of musical chairs, which Pierre “wins” by sitting on Tommy’s lap when my brother gets the last chair seconds before Pierre does, and claiming Tommy’s lap counts as a seat, then making them go again and getting the actual chair first, it’s late, but I’m not quite ready for bed just yet.

Seeing Bentley with my family, how seamlessly he fit in with everyone, how he belonged there, and how happy everyone was that we are together, just made me want him all over again.

I know he’s been with them before as my friend, but having him as my boyfriend and everything feeling so perfect, it makes me realize how lucky I am, and how much I want him to always belong among the people I care for most.

“Wanna watch Supernatural ?” Bentley asks when we close the door to his apartment after stepping inside, and I realize how completely natural it was for me to come in here with him, to assume he wanted me here, that this is where I belong.

How natural it was for me to leave Marble here while we were gone and how natural it is now to see Bentley scooping her up and letting her cling to him, nudging his jaw with her head.

“We could,” I say. “Or…”

He eyes me. “Or?”

“Or we could finish what we started in the bedroom earlier today, and I could rim that delicious ass of yours until your pretty cock is leaking all over your bedsheets and you’re begging me to fuck you again.”

Bentley shivers and I grin wickedly when I see the bulge in his jeans.

“As far as options go, that's not a bad one.”

I chuckle and step closer to him, gripping his junk and squeezing it, drawing a yelp out of him that I fucking love. He jolts and Marble scrambles out of his arms and hops down, then glares at me.

“Bed, beautiful,” I tell Bentley. “Ass in the air.” I squeeze his cock and balls once more and he nods, scurrying into the bedroom.

I’m grinning widely as I follow him, stripping out of my own clothes as I go.

I shut the door and Marble meows at me from the other side.

My cock twitches when I see Bentley on his hands and knees, waiting for me, that tight ass just begging for attention.

“Fuck, you look good like that, baby,” I tell him, slipping my briefs off.

I can’t help wondering what his ass would look like in a pair of lacy pink panties, how pretty his cock and balls would be, nestled in the feminine material, or even better, his gorgeous dick hard and straining, leaking all over.

Fuck. The thought has precum leaking out of my rock hard cock.

“Look at you,” I say, kneeling on the bed behind him.

“You’re soaking the sheets with how fucking wet you are already. ”

A tremor rolls through him and more precum oozes out of his cock and onto the sheets. I grip his ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze them, making him moan. I press several soft kisses to his cheeks, and he squirms and juts his ass out more.

I chuckle. “You want something, baby?”

“I want your tongue on my hole,” he whines. “And I want you to spank me.”

“I’ll get there,” I say, and he groans. I swipe my tongue over his ass cheeks several times, nice and slow, before moving my tongue slowly up his spine, and back down, then press more kisses to the taut globes.

He shivers, and his whimpers are getting even louder now.

I fucking love it. And I love having him in this position, being able to do whatever I want to his ass, and seeing his balls heavy between his splayed thighs, his monster cock hanging low and leaking so much there’s a giant wet spot on the sheets.

The amount of precum he makes is seriously one of the hottest things in the fucking world.

“Alex,” he whines again.

He jolts when I grip his balls in my hand and tug. I watch as his dick jerks and more precum leaks out of that gorgeous mushroom head. I cup his balls in my hand and roll them gently. He lets out a moan as he tosses his head back, his eyes closed. “Fuck, that's so good,” he whimpers.

I hum and press a kiss to his backside while I continue fondling his balls, then tug again and get the same beautiful gasp as the first time, along with the fresh beads of precum.

“God, you’re so damn sexy, baby,” I rasp and he starts to move his hips, chasing his pleasure, humping the air.

I grip his cock, and pull it back between his legs.

A breath leaves him, and I slide my tongue over the head, moaning at the taste of his precum.

Fuck, I’m addicted. I swirl my tongue around the head a couple of times, and he squirms, before I take the head in my mouth and suck.

“Mmmnnngg,” he wails. “Fuck, that’s good, darling.”

His big powerful body is shaking as I hum and take him deeper, using my hand to stroke him as I do, before moving back up to the head of his cock and licking along the frenulum. He’s moaning and begging as he thrusts his hips. “Alex. Please, I need your mouth on my hole, baby.”

I pop off his cock and press a kiss to the tip before letting it go. Then I spread his cheeks and swipe my tongue over his fluttering hole. The effect is instantaneous. He bucks and whimpers, begging for more. “Shit,” he says. “Don’t stop.”

I slide my tongue over his hole again, nice and slow, before moving down to his balls and licking all the way up to his taint, and then his hole, and he shakes, his cock bobbing and leaking as he moves his hips.

I swipe my tongue over his hole several more times, before I delve inside.

I hear him shout and feel his pretty pucker fluttering wildly against my tongue. “Oh, God,” he moans. “Yes. Alex.”

God, I can’t get over how desperate and utterly wrecked he sounds for me. I leave my tongue inside as long as I can, fluttering it and feeling his body tremble as he moans again and again. Then I’m pulling out and bringing my hand down on his ass.