Page 61 of Deep Down
Groans fell from Craig’s lips, his hands gripping Alex’s hair as his hips lifted, wanting friction, only to be disappointed.
“Alex. Please.”
Alex’s fingers took over from his mouth, and his lips and tongue, once again, painted a story on his skin. As he moved down Craig’s body, Craig’s cock rested between their bodies, the abrasion of Alex’s chest hair on his tip and nerves sending waves of pleasure through Craig’s system.
“God, Craig. You taste good.” Alex’s tongue licked the slit of Craig’s erection as if it was the best ice cream he’d ever had.
“Fuck! Holy fuck!”
One of Alex’s hands left Craig’s nipple and wrapped around the base of Craig’s shaft tightly, moving it where Alex wanted it. Alex sucked the head into his mouth, laving his tongue against the nerves and lighting Craig’s body like a firework. Alex sank his mouth down, swallowing Craig’s cock fully and holding for a few seconds before pulling off with a heaving inhale. He tongued all around the shaft, licking, nibbling and drew down again, holding once more.
“I’m close, Alex, so close. Fuck! I’m gonna come.” Craig gripped Alex’s shoulders, no doubt leaving nail imprints, but he couldn’t stop. “Oh, fuck! Yes!”
“ALEX!” Craig’s orgasm flared through him, and he woke from the immense pleasure of it. His cock continued pumping, covering his hand until there was nothing left. Craig laid back, chest heaving, vision spotty and out of energy. His spent cock was resting wetly against his stomach, alongside the evidence of his release.
Fuck. Craig was supposed to be getting away from Alex, but his brain obviously hadn’t received the message.
Checking the clock, it was early, but not too early. He got up, traipsing to the bathroom to clean himself up. After his morning routine, he sat at his desk and started up his computer. Craig stared at the screen as it was loading, trying to remember the reasons why he’d told himself to stay away from Alex. Craig was a stronger person now than when the incident first happened, though he was worried he’d be forever broken by it. Not the actual abuse, he was slowly coming to terms with that—as was evidenced by the fact he could use the term abuse in relation to it. What worried him was his own instincts. If he hadn’t known he was being abused by Darren, how could tell if it happened again? How could he trust that his own thoughts and feelings were reflecting the true dynamic of a relationship?
Craig shook his head. These were thoughts he needed to discuss with Amanda. He loaded his current project and set to work, filing his concerns away for a short time.
A knock brought him out of his designing focus, and he automatically noted the time and saved the work before jogging down the hall.
“Hey, Logan. How are you?” Why was Logan paying a house call? It usually signalled something was wrong, at least to Craig it did.
“Good, thanks. Do you mind if I come in?” Logan’s expression gave nothing away, which troubled Craig more.
“Sure.” He opened the door wider. Logan shuffled in, and Craig watched as he scanned the room.
“You’ve had a change around.” A statement, not a question.
“Yeah. I did it yesterday because I’ve bought a cabinet which is being delivered today. I needed somewhere to put it.” Craig headed to the kitchen. “Would you like a coffee or tea?”
“Coffee would be great, thanks.”
Craig set to making it. “What brings you to my door today?” He needed to find out the reason for Logan’s visit. His hands were shaking sufficiently that the milk would be cream or butter if he held it for much longer.
“I wanted to keep you updated with everything, to be honest.” Logan’s voice was closer than Craig thought, and he balked before inhaling slowly to calm his heart rate. “Sorry.” Logan’s apology was softer this time.
“No, it’s fine. I’m getting better. It’s when I’m not expecting something, that’s all.” He threw a smile in Logan’s direction. “What’s the updated news?”
“Well, as you know already, Darren is in jail and won’t be getting out any time soon. We’re waiting to hear of a court date…oh, you need to arrange for a lawyer for yourself, too.”
“Why do I need one?” Craig doctored the drinks and passed Logan’s to him.
“It’s best to have one who can fight in your corner. It’s a precaution in case something you’re not expecting is brought up. If it does, a lawyer can help you navigate it.”
Casey nodded slowly. “Alright. I’ll get researching.”
“I know a few people who might be able to help if you like. I can ask one of them to give you a call?”
“Yeah, alright. I have no idea what type of lawyer or anything else I need. If someone can point me in the right direction, that would be great.”
“How are you doing with—”
Logan’s words were cut off by another knock on the door.
“Excuse me a second.” Craig drifted to the front of the house, thankful for the interruption of what he was sure was going to be a question about his emotional or mental state.
