Page 41 of On Dancer
“Anywhere.” Alexander grabbed my other hand and placed it on his upper thigh, the invitation very clear. “Tell me about your wishlist, Rudy.”
“I suppose everything isn’t the right answer?” I bit my lower lip, anticipation thrumming through me like I’d been handed a lengthy dessert menu. I was so starving that everything sounded amazing and choosing felt impossible. “There’s not much I wouldn’t try with you. What do you like?” I lobbed the question back at him because he seemed far more likely to have preferences and limitations born of his greater experience. “I want to know how to make you feel good.”
“You already are.” He arched his chest, making his shirt gap where I’d undone the buttons. I ran a finger down his smooth,bare chest. Like most professional dancers, Alexander likely had either a waxer on standby or a close relationship with a razor. I’d never seen him less than clean-shaven, and his smooth chest wasn’t a shocker, but it was an unexpected turn-on. I slid my hand farther inside his shirt, enjoying his hiss of pleasure. “I like a variety of things. I usually prefer to top, but I’m nothing if not flexible, especially for you. And I’m tested, which is a question you should always ask anyone. I also like rubbing off. I like oral.”
All of a sudden, I knew precisely what I wanted first.
“Getting?” I inched my other hand up his thigh, taking that invitation of his to explore further. “I really, really want to blow you.”
“I’m not going to stop you.” Alexander chuckled as I’d known he would.
Waiting to do this with a friend had been the right call. I liked how we could talk and laugh even as my body pulsed with need. Seemingly in no great hurry, Alexander pulled me in for another kiss on the mouth. My urgency was tempered by Alexander reminding me again that we had until New Year’s, and I slowly explored the outline of his cock through his pants, drinking down his every gasp until need won out. I slid off the couch to kneel in front of him.
“You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?” I gazed up at him as I reached for his belt and zipper. Somehow, Alexander always managed to look rather dapper after a show, despite his exhaustion and the subpar shower facilities.
“You won’t. But yes, I would tell you.” He laughed again as he helped me out by undoing his belt. Perhaps he was more impatient than he appeared, a thought that made my own cock that much harder. I liked knowing he wanted this as much as I did. “Do what feels fun.” He paused to groan as I withdrew his cock. I moaned too at how warm and weighty he was. “There’s no bonus points for choking.”
“Wouldn’t want that.” I chuckled along with him, relishing holding a cock not my own for the first time.
Alexander’s cock was thicker than I would have guessed, at odds with his otherwise lean build. I experimented with different strokes. He liked a lighter touch than I did and was surprisingly sensitive at the base of his shaft. Each discovery made a fresh wave of arousal course through me.
My stomach quivered as I pressed a kiss to his cockhead. I went slow with my first few kisses and little licks, getting to know his scent and taste. The faint hint of salt at his tip made my cock press against my zipper, but no way was I coordinated enough to give it even a squeeze when my full attention was on Alexander. Emboldened, I sucked his whole cockhead into my mouth.
“Hell. Yes. More.” Alexander’s moan seemed to come from the basement, a deep, pleased rumble as I established a rhythm with shallow bobs of my head and flicks of my tongue on the retreat. “You’re a natural. Keep doing that.”
His thighs tensed, and he met my mouth with subtle rocks of his hips, as if he were chasing as much sensation as possible. I sucked harder, and his head fell back against the couch. Triumph surged through me.
“Am I going to get you off?” I pulled back long enough to ask before resuming my quest.
“Remarkably quickly.” Alexander made a sound halfway between a moan and a laugh. “Use your hand at the same time.”
Gripping his cock let me go deeper without risking choking, and I easily found a rhythm of stroking and sucking.
“Oh, I like doing this.” I gasped in between sucking. I was more turned on than I’d ever been, and coming in my pants untouched was an increasingly real risk, but hell if I was stopping now. “I really want to make you come. Want to taste it.”
“I’m glad.” His laugh had a strained edge, and his eyes were dark with passion, angular features even more defined than usual. “Keep going.”
I didn’t need more direction as I redoubled my efforts, speeding up my hand and mouth. The faster I went, the sloppier things got, but neither of us seemed to care. Spit ran over my fist, and my tongue motions became ever more erratic until Alexander moaned.
“Here it comes.”
Power unlike anything I’d ever known swamped me. Success wrapped in excitement with a side of deep caring. I’d won countless games over the years, but no victory had ever felt this good. I wanted his pleasure so much that my body tensed along with him, energy coiling low in my gut. I rocked back on my heels, already shuddering even before his first spurt of come hit my tongue.
He tasted salty, and there was more come than I could easily swallow, but I stroked him through his orgasm, riding it out with him until he pushed at my shoulder. He dragged me up next to him.
“Your turn.” He had a feral gleam in his eyes.
“I…uh…” My skin heated to supernova levels. “Kind of came when you did.”
“Seriously?” He peered down at me. “That’s hot as fuck.”
“I wasn’t intending it. Kind of got carried away…” I waved a hand helplessly.
“Don’t apologize.” Chuckling, he gave me a quick, decisive kiss. “You’re twenty-four. We’re like fifteen minutes from you going again, right?”
“Probably less than that if you keep kissing me.”
“Excellent.” He took possession of my mouth, a more aggressive claiming than he had before, as if the taste turned him on as much as it had me. His boldness made me shiver,and never had I looked forward to a holiday countdown more. I was going to make every second of what remained of the season count.
