Page 50 of Burning for Alexander
He fell back on his heels as I tried to keep my release from hitting him. It was messy and fumbling, but my orgasm shot through me like liquid fire, racing through my nerves and lighting sparklers in my vision.
As soon as I finished, Alex moved my cum-filled hand away and leaned forward to take my cock into his mouth gently, licking and sucking as if recording everything in his memories.
He pulled off and stood up, leaning in to kiss me again. The salty taste of my release was on his tongue, and I explored it with my own. His hands moved around me to cup my ass.
“Wait here,” I said, pulling back. “I need to clean up, then I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.”
“Oh,” he said, eyes wide. “No, that’s… it’s fine, I already, um…” His cheeks reddened, and his ears turned scarlet.
“Alexander Marian, did you get off just from sucking my cock?” I asked, relishing his discomfort. He was so damned adorable. Inexperienced and fresh.
Young.
“You should take it as a compliment,” he said, wiggling his hips uncomfortably.
I nodded my head toward my bathroom. “Come on, you can clean up back here.”
On the way to the bathroom, I considered how to play this. Theoretically, this was physical only. A chance for Alex to get a little sexual experience with someone trustworthy. And since we’d both already had an orgasm, that meant tonight’s official reason for getting together was complete.
But… shit, we’d both gone out of our way to make time for this, and I kind of didn’t want it to be over already.
It seemed Alex was having similar thoughts.
“I could cook you something,” he said as I handed him a pair of clean joggers. “To be honest, I’m kind of starving. Today was crazy at work, and I barely had a chance to think, much less eat.”
“What if all I have in the fridge is a carton of eggs and a leftover leaf of kale?”
He shrugged. “I’ll make an omelette.”
“What if it’s an apple and a heel of old bread?”
His grin quirked up. “Apple crumble if you have sugar and cinnamon. If not, we might need to order in.”
I led him to the kitchen. “You’re in luck. I went shopping yesterday, so there’s more than that in there. What are you in the mood for?”
Alex nudged me out of the way. “I offered to cook. Stand down, Chief.”
I watched him move easily in my kitchen. “Don’t set shit on fire,” I grumbled. “That would be hell for my reputation.”
His laugh was easy and sexy as fuck. It made my stomach clench with the desire to strip him down and continue our “lessons,” preferably over the kitchen table or back of the sofa.
Instead, I sat on my hands and let him cook for me.
“Tell me about your life before Legacy,” he said. “All I know is you’re from Philly.”
I nodded, wondering how much to tell him. Was this just a casual conversation, or was he interested in more than that?
“My parents died when I was young,” I said, using language that was benign enough to keep from making things awkward. “So I ended up in the system.” I watched Alex carefully in expectation of the face-dropping “aww” that most people did, but he schooled his face with the small exception of a divot of concern between his eyebrows.
I continued. “Mostly, I stayed at this group foster home I actually liked. But a couple of times, I was sent to live with foster parents. In one case, the lady I was placed with tried really hard to convince me I was part of her family. Which would have been good if I’d liked her or been happy there. But I didn’t, and I wasn’t. She has a son my age who was and still is a giant pain in my ass.”
Alex looked up from dicing chicken breasts on a cutting board. “So what happened?”
“I graduated high school and joined the state fire academy in Lewiston. After I became a firefighter, I moved all over with my job. Eventually, I moved back to Philly for an assistant fire marshal role there. Somehow, she found out about it and started asking me for favors. Did I want to rent a room from her? Could I get her son a job? Stuff like that. Eventually, it escalated. Among other things, she added the guilt factor. ‘You owe us,’ and ‘It’s the least you can do after everything I did for you.’ Needless to say, I wasn’t interested in any of that.”
“Shit, Judd. Did you call the cops? Get an order of protection or anything?”
I shook my head. “Nah. It didn’t really reach the threshold foranything like that. Nothing threatening or harassing. Only annoying as fuck.”
