Page 39 of Dust and Desire
“So are you,” I said, meaning it. In the moonlight streaming through the window, he looked like something out of a dream, all golden skin and lean muscle, his sandy hair mussed from my fingers. He was an angel come to life, my hot and naked savior.
When he kissed me again, it was with a reverence that made my heart race. This wasn’t just desire, it was something deeper, something that scared and thrilled me in equal measure. His hands explored my body with patient thoroughness, finding spots that made me gasp and moan beneath him.
“I want to make you feel good,” he murmured against my throat, his breath hot on my skin. “Tell me how to do that.”
I stared up at him for a long moment before reaching up to cup his face. “Will you help me get out of my own head?” I asked, meaning it more than he knew. I wanted him so badly, but I was still struggling to stay present, to keep the self-loathing at bay.
“How?” he asked simply.
Heat flushed to my cheeks. “Blindfold me.”
Alex’s breath caught and for a moment, I thought I’d scared him away.
“S-Sorry,” I muttered. “That was too much… I shouldn’t have?—”
A finger pressed to my lips, silencing me. “Iloveblindfolds,” he said, his voice suddenly low and hungry. “What are your limits tonight?”
The energy in the room had shifted suddenly. I knew this feeling. It was the same as those times when Ali and I had gone to sex parties hosted by our friends. Ali thought they were fun, and it was the only time I really felt satisfied. Getting blindfolded and tied up and sexually tortured in the most exquisite ways made it possible for me to forget who was touching me. I could fantasize all I wanted without them knowing. And after all, when I was blindfolded, a mouth was a mouth.
“Let’s keep it fairly vanilla,” I said, slipping back into a submissive mode that I knew all too well. “But I’m open to… you know… anything I guess.”
“Be specific,” Alex stated, not giving me an inch.
I faltered for a moment, embarrassed but too turned on to stop. “Anal and oral are on the table. Condoms are in the drawer with lube, but you don’t have to use them if you don’t want. I’ve got a clean bill of health.”
“So do I,” Alex replied, just to ease my mind. “Got tested before I came to Sagebrush. I haven’t been with anyone else since.”
“So…” I said, daring to hope. “Is that a yes?”
“That’s afuckyes,” he grinned. “But if you feel uncomfortable at all, just tell me, okay? I’ll stop immediately.”
I nodded, my chest filling with heated excitement. “Okay.”
“Where the blindfold?”
I reached into the side table, pulling it out and handing it to him. He took it reverently, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.
“Black silk?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow. I nodded. “Fancy boy,” he grinned back.
“Lie back,” Alex said, his voice taking on a commanding edge that sent shivers down my spine. I settled against the pillows, my heart hammering as he leaned over me. The silk was cool against my heated skin as he tied it carefully behind my head, his fingers gentlein my hair.
“How’s that?” he asked, his breath warm against my ear.
“Perfect,” I whispered, and it was. The darkness was immediate and complete, heightening every other sensation. The soft cotton of the sheets beneath me, the whisper of Alex’s breathing, the faint scent of his skin mixed with the lingering aroma of dinner.
“Good,” he murmured, and then his lips were on my neck, pressing soft kisses that made me arch beneath him. “Just feel, Dustin. Don’t think about anything else.”
His mouth moved lower, tracing the line of my collarbone with his tongue. I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets as he found that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. He seemed to catalog every reaction, every sound I made, adjusting his touch accordingly.
“You’re so responsive,” he said against my skin, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I love watching you.”
His hands mapped my chest, thumbs circling my nipples until I was writhing beneath him. When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, I cried out, my back bowing off the bed. He took his time, lavishing attention on first one, then the other, until I was trembling with need.
“Alex, please,” I breathed, not even sure what I was asking for.
“Patience,” he chided gently, his lips brushing against my ribs as he moved lower. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
True to his word, he explored my body with methodical thoroughness. His tongue traced the line of my hip bone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. By the time he reached my cock, I was practically sobbing with want.
