Page 16 of What I've Tasted of Desire

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Once Alex had turned his lights out, I headed home. It had been a tiring few days, and I was ready to crash. Alex was running around like crazy getting things in order at Westing House. Over to the east side of the city to pick out flooring for the upstairs. Then, to a vintage lighting store up on Banx to try and match the sconces as closely as possible for the sitting room and the main entrance. After that, back to Lowes for cabinet knobs.

Alex took his position very seriously, and he was doing an incredible job. He definitely had a natural talent for design. I couldn’t wait for the day we got to renovate the cabin I’d purchased up in the Spring Mountains, just an hour outside the city. Ravishing Alex on a big rug in front of a roaring fire as glistening flakes of downy winter snow floated past the windows. Seeing his body splayed out in front of me, his cheeks pink and lips kiss-swollen as the warm light from the flames danced across his skin. The thought was enough to make my mouth water.

I wanted to cherish him. Make him feel good, loved and lusted over. I wanted to completely overwhelm him with pleasure and sensation. I wanted to swallow his moans as I brought him to completion…

I took a deep breath and cracked the car’s window to let in some cold air as I flew down the nearly-deserted highway, trying to bring my thoughts back to the road and off the straining erection trapped beneath my jeans. I couldn’t wait to see Alex naked. The last time I’d seen him naked was two years ago, when he and Tom were skinny-dipping in the river. I wondered how much his body had changed. I knew he’d filled out a little, but you could still see the indents of his lower ribs. He just had a naturally thin stature.

Perfection.

I made it home unscathed, minus the damp spot in my briefs. I hopped in the shower to wash the day away and finish myself off, thinking about tasting Alex’s skin and, finally, his release.

I toweled off. Without bothering to dress, I put the kettle on to heat.

Once the water was hot, I poured a mug and dropped in a sleepy time tea bag. I grabbed my journal and a fountain pen from the kitchen table and headed towards the spare bedroom. I opened the closet door and set my mug down on the top shelf of the closet. Then, I pulled back the piece of drywall I’d installed when I sealed off the third bedroom. I’d always wanted to have a man cave, and, now, I did.

I picked the steaming mug back up and carefully bent down to clear the small entrance. Once inside, I flipped the light switch and inhaled. “It’s good to be home.”

I set my mug down on the small counter I’d installed that ran the length of the room, and put my phone on the dock. I’d taken some new pictures of Alex that I hadn’t printed yet, but I didn’t have the energy to upload them tonight. I looked around the room and smiled. Everywhere I turned, Alex looked right back at me. Pictures of him wallpapered the room. The collection I had amassed over the years was impressive in its entirety.

All the Polaroids were together on the far wall. I’d taken most of those when I first started looking after him. I loved each one of them, but as the years went on, camera technology in phones just exploded, and the 100x zoom on my phone—which made absolutely no noise when it took a picture—just got hard to beat. I could get clear, crisp shots of him from hundreds of feet away.

I walked over to the small chest freezer, and opened the lid to see Barbara’s frozen face staring back up at me from the bottom. Her eyes were still open, and her mouth was stuck open and to the side. I had accidentally broken her jaw while I was separating her head from her body.My bad.

“Good evening, Babs.”

I read somewhere that certain religions believe that the soul can’t move on to the afterlife, or be at peace, until its corporeal body has had a proper funeral and burial. I didn’t pretend to have all the answers about the universe, or what happens when we die, but I liked to keep an open mind. If there was any truth to that at all, I wanted to make sure Barbara Cantrell suffered in purgatory as long as possible. Forever, if I had anything to do with it.

After a second or two, I closed the freezer, not wanting to let all the cold air out, but I continued to talk to her like I always did.

“Alex is doing so well at his new job. He gets a lot of praise from his boss. She’s a smart woman and can recognize talent and greatness. Unlike some of us…” I sneered towards the freezer.

“And I think even you can appreciate this one,” I began. “Alex has finally kicked Tom to the curb. He’s refusing to sleep with him anymore because of this whole Jenny fiasco, and he’s ready to date.”

I took a few sips of tea as I took a seat at my desk, and smiled at the large 8x10” print of Alex that I’d framed. It was summertime, and the air was warm. He was wearing a loose tank top and shorts, and holding a Coca-Cola flavored slushy that he’d grabbed from the 7-Eleven fountain. I’d snapped the pic from across the street as he came out of the store. It was one of my favorites.

“Hello, handsome,” I sighed.

I allowed myself a few moments to just sit and stare at his beautiful face before turning to a clean page in my journal.

My dear, sweet Alex,

Oh, how I long to touch your skin. To brush the pad of my thumb across your cheek and have you lean into my touch. The way you would sigh, and allow all your stress to melt away as I caressed your skin.

How you would look through your long eyelashes as I’d lean down to close the distance between our mouths. When I laid you down beneath me, you’d close your eyes and roll your head back, giving me access to nip at the pulse point in your neck. I dream of your sharp inhale as my teeth scrape against sensitive flesh.

I’d kiss and suck my way across your bare chest and harden your nipples with my mouth as you rutted your swollen cock between us, desperate for friction. I’d work my way further down, spreading your legs and bringing my face to rest beneath them. I’d spread the mounds of your ass further apart until I could slip my tongue inside you. How you would mew and buck as I opened you up.

I’d lick a wet trail from your hole to the back of your balls before sucking them both into my mouth and opening my eyes to watch you come undone as I rolled them around in my mouth. When I thought you’d had enough, I’d let them fall out of my mouth one by one before grabbing your immaculate cock at the root and swallowing down your entire length.

How you’d gasp and thrust up into my mouth as I slipped two wet fingers inside of you. You’d start to pant as I scissored my fingers open, stretching you around them to prepare you for my cock. I’d have your slit oozing pre-cum that I’d lap up with my tongue before pushing the tip of my cock inside of you. You’d whimper as you acclimated to the size, digging your fingernails into my shoulder blades as our two bodies morphed together in ecstasy.

You’d cry out, and I’d cover your mouth with mine so you could taste yourself on my tongue as I bottomed out deep inside of you. I’d tell you how tight you were, and how fucking good you felt wrapped around my dick. As I began to push in and out of you in slow, even thrusts, your cock would leak even more, creating a small puddle that pooled in your belly button. I’d wipe it up with the pads of my fingers and swirl it around your swollen top as you moaned, getting closer and closer.

I’d work you through your orgasm as I filled you with mine, your tight ring pulsing around me like a vise with every spurt of cum you released. I’d slowly pull out of you before licking up your mess, a delicacy too good to waste. I’d curl up behind you and wrap you in my arms as our breathing evened out and we came back down to earth. Then I’d scoop you up and carry you into the bathroom and lower you down into the hot bubble bath I’d already prepared.

Candles all around the tub basin sending forth flickers of warm light illuminating the blush across your chest and cheeks brought on by our shared pleasure. I’d climb into the tub behind you and grab a sponge. I’d take my time gliding the soapy sponge across your skin, as I wrapped my legs around you. I’d pepper your neck and shoulder with kisses and caress your skin until you were about to fall asleep. Then I’d help you out of the tub and get you all dried off and put to bed.

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