Page 47 of Strut

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Alec slept for an hour and then I pulled him into the bathroom to clean up. “For a one-bedroom, it’s a huge shower,” I assured him.

He laughed at his reflection in the mirror, his hair still sticking up in ridiculous tufts, stiff with my dried come.

“Well, that’s a first.” He pulled at the strands that refused to separate and then tugged me against him and kissed me thoroughly. “Although I suspect it’s a niche market.”

“Definitely.” I held his face and pressed our foreheads together. “You have the monopoly on using my come as a hair product.”

He laughed and the sound bounced off the tiled walls and into my heart.Oh boy.

“Just as well.” He ran the shower for a few seconds, then tugged me under the steaming water. “Or you’ll have all the boys coming to your yard for a sample and I wouldn’t be happy.”

I held his gaze, fat droplets of water hanging from his long blond lashes. “You wouldn’t?”

He closed his eyes and pressed our cheeks together, his breath hot on my ear. “No, Hunter, I wouldn’t. In case you didn’t hear me the first couple of times I said it, I don’t share.” He hesitated. “Especially a man I’m falling for.” The words were careful, deliberate, chosen, and there was a wariness in those blue, blue eyes.

And I couldn’t have that.

“Me neither.” I cradled his face and kissed him softly, wet lips on wet lips, water streaming down our faces. “I’m falling for you too, Alec.”

His smile lit up the bathroom like fucking sunshine and I figured mine matched. “Well, I’m glad that’s out of the way,” he said, handing me the shampoo. “Deal with your art installation, will you?”

I poured some shampoo into my palm and, not without a little regret, washed my come from his hair. Then I bathed the rest of his body while trying to ignore how every stroke of that sleek peaches-and-cream skin and lithe muscle was turning me the fuck on... again. Slim chance with my dick bobbing against my belly, hard and desperate.

Alec’s lean six-pack quivered as I slid my soapy fingers over and down to that heavily groomed nest of dark blond hair at the base of his heavy cock which was semi-rigid and rising by the second. Every inch of it begged for my hand, or better, my mouth, and I looked up to catch him staring at me with enough heat to singe the hair off my arms.

“Do it,” he croaked out, and I didn’t need to be told twice.

I threw the facecloth on the tiled floor and fell to my knees, staring at the length and breadth of my mission. I wasn’t sure I could take all of Alec’s big, beautiful cock, but I was gonna give it a damn good try. I wrapped a hand around its thick base and fed it slowly into my mouth, licking and sucking and angling until I gagged at my limit.

Alec groaned and slammed his palm against the wet tile wall. “Fuuuuuck, you’re good at that.” He cupped my jaw. “Look at me.”

I looked up and he smiled, his thumbs tracing the line of my lips wrapped around his cock.

“You look amazing like that.” He stroked my cheek. “And so fucking hot.” His eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back against the tiles. “Oh, god.” His grip loosened and I went back to work as he writhed and bucked into my mouth, making it hard to keep a rhythm.

A half minute later his hold on my face tightened and I looked up to find his gaze drilling into mine, his body taut, neck corded just a second before he cried out and arched against the wall, driving into my mouth to come like a train down the back of my throat.

I’d never seen anything like it.

And the second he was done, he pulled free of my mouth and slid to the floor and demanded, “Paint my face.”

I struggled shakily to my feet, stood right in front of him, and took hold of my cock. A few strokes were all it took to splatter white ribbons of come over his cheeks and mouth. When I was done and empty, I leaned heavily against the wall. “Jesus Christ, Alec.”

He licked his lips and sighed. “Yeah, fucking awesome, right? Now get down here and lick me clean.”

Had I mentioned bossy? Did I argue? Not fucking likely. I did as he said and then we kissed and made out under the water until we were washed clean again.

We dried off, dressed in the white fluffy robes that came with the lease, and ordered a couple of healthy Thai dishes from my favourite Manhattan restaurant just around the corner. Then we ate, curled under a blanket on the sofa, and played reruns ofDrag Racein the background while Alec told me all about the Berlini shoot.

At least I think he did. There was something off about his manner, like he wasn’t telling me everything, but I didn’t want to press and ruin the good vibe we had going. I put it down to nerves about whether he was good enough to get the job and just let him talk. We ate until we were full and until the conversation we hadn’t finished in the shower finally came due.

“So, what happens now?” Alec turned sideways on the sofa with his arm over the back. “We hardly breathe the same air most of the year, and you’re only here for three more weeks.”

“I know,” I admitted, taking his hand. “But first off, I’m definitely staying longer. I have a break before my next job, time that I had originally intended to use for a vacation, but I’d like to spend it with you, instead. The guy who owns this apartment is in the industry, and he mostly lets to other photographers, so he’s happy to extend.”

“You’ve already asked?” A wide smile broke over Alec’s face. “That was very presumptuous of you.”

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