Page 49 of Dust and Desire
Alex’s breath hitched as I stroked him slowly, my thumb brushing over the piercing on the underside of his shaft. “Is that right?” he asked, his voice strained. “And what exactly were you thinking about?”
Instead of answering, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, savoring his sharp intake of breath. The metal of his piercing was cool against my tongue, contrasting with the heat of him. I worked him deeper, taking my time, showing him exactly what I’d been thinking about.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward slightly. “Your mouth, Dustin... sofuckinggood.”
Water continued to drip from our bodies, creating small puddles on the floor. The storm outside intensified, rain lashing against the windows, but it only added to the wild, primal feeling building between us. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, loving the way he groaned my name like a prayer.
Without warning, Alex pulled back, his chest heaving. “Not like this,” he said, reaching down to pull me to my feet. “I want more. I want all of you.”
His hands pulled me to my feet and moved to my clothes, peeling away my soaked shirt, revealing my skin inch by inch. His mouthfollowed his hands, kissing each newly exposed patch of flesh. When he reached my jeans, he didn’t hesitate, working them open and dragging them down along with my underwear in one fluid motion.
We stood facing each other, both naked and dripping, our bodies illuminated by flashes of lightning through the windows. Alex’s eyes raked over me, hungry and possessive.
“Dinner’s on the table,” I said breathlessly, gesturing toward the takeout from Dolly’s Diner.
“Your ass is the only thing I want to eat right now,” Alex replied, not missing a beat.
I nodded, smiling before I could help myself. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
His words sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with my rain-soaked skin. Alex stepped forward, closing the distance between us, his hands finding my hips with possessive certainty. The warmth of his palms against my cold skin made me gasp.
“You’ve been planning this,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that low register that always made my knees weak. His eyes, dark with desire, held mine as his hands slid around to cup my ass. “Haven’t you?”
I nodded, suddenly shy despite my boldness moments ago. “I wanted to be ready for you.”
A slow smile spread across his face as understanding dawned. “How ready exactly?”
Instead of answering, I took his hand and guided it between my cheeks. His fingers found the base of the silicone plug I’d worked into myself earlier, while waiting for him to come home. His sharp intake of breath was worth every minute I’d spent preparing.
“Christ, Dustin,” he breathed, giving the plug a gentle twist that made me whimper. “You’re full of surprises tonight.”
“I wanted—” My words cut off in a moan as he pulled slightly on the plug before pushing it back in. “I wanted to feel you. To know what it’s like.”
Lightning flashed, illuminating the raw hunger in his expression. “You will,” he promised, his voice rough with need. “I’m going to make sure of it.”
In one fluid motion, he spun me around, pressing my chest against the wall. The cool surface against my heated skin made me gasp, but I had no time to adjust before his mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my pulse hammered.
“I’ve been thinking about this too,” he confessed, his breath hot against my ear as his hand continued to play with the plug. “About how you’d feel around me, how you’d sound when I finally pushed inside you.”
His words sent liquid heat pooling in my belly. I pressed back against him, feeling his hard length against my lower back. “Then don’t make us wait any longer.”
His free hand tangled in my wet hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. “Patience,” he murmured, nipping at my earlobe. “I want to savor this.”
Slowly, torturously, he began to work the plug out of me. I felt every inch as it slid free, leaving me empty and aching. Alex’s fingers immediately replaced it, two pushing inside where I was already slick and open.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “You’re so ready for me.”
“I told you,” I gasped as his fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He worked a third finger in, stretching me further, making sure I was prepared. The care he took, even in his obvious desperation, made my heart swell. This was a man who wanted me, who loved me, and who would never hurt me.
“Alex,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand. “Please. I need you…now.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me empty and desperate. I heard the snap of the lube bottle opening, then the slick sounds ofhim coating himself. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I waited, palms flat against the wall, my cock throbbing and leaking between my legs.
“Turn around,” he commanded softly. “I want to see your face the first time.”
I obeyed, spinning to face him. His eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving as he stroked himself, the metal piercing glinting with each movement. Without warning, he hoisted me up, hands gripping my thighs as he pressed me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the blunt head of his cock pressing against my stretched hole.
