He snickered. “I’ve had my fair share to know no two dicks are the same.”
I squeezed tighter and he gasped. “Who tastes the best?” I rubbed my thumb over his tip.
“You,” he moaned.
With my other hand I rubbed his stomach and chest, pinching his nipple lightly.
“Fuck.” He sighed.
“You like that?”
“Alex, you could just stare at me, and I’d probably come.”
A rumble of laughter spilled from me. I leaned closer and tenderly sucked his nipple. He arched up, but I pushed him against the mattress.
“You’re sensitive there…good to know.” I switched to the other side and laved and nibbled that one, too earning me a lustful growl.
I started jacking him off faster as I kissed along his chest until my face was aligned with his glistening cock.
My mouth watered with anticipation. I glanced at him, and he was watching every move I made. His chest was rising fast, and his ivory skin was turning a lovely shade of pink. His pupils were so huge, I could barely make out the blue in his eyes.
Without looking away, I opened my mouth and took him in. I wasn’t a champ; I maybe got him halfway. I noticed a few things. The heaviness of his dick on my tongue, the salty but also kind of sweet taste of his skin, and that tang of his precome. What I realized most was how much I loved it all.
“Alex,” he whined beautifully. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me, and he sucked his bottom lip. He was the sexiest thing I’d ever fucking seen.
Thinking about what I loved in a blowjob, I did the same for Danny.
“I’m gonna come. Fuck, Alex…” He was giving me a chance to pull off, but I wanted to take this all the way.
He came with a shout, and that sweet, tangy, bitter taste flooded my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but damn, he had a lot and some slipped down my chin.
I wiped my mouth, stood, and wrapped my cock in my fist. I was seconds from coming, and all it took was Danny’s blue eyes to push me over the edge.
We were both breathing frantically. My eyes drifted to his lips, the lower one red from his nibbling. I wanted to kiss him, but why’d that feel scarier than fucking? Sure, I’d given him a peck, but that wasn’t what I meant…what I wanted and feared at the same time.
“You okay?” His blue eyes sparkled, and his cheeks were pink from exertion.
“Yeah,” I breathed out and lifted my hand to cup his cheek. “I’m just gonna kiss you now, if that’s all right with you.”
His smile took over his entire face. “I’m very all right with that.”
I kept my eyes open until the very moment our mouths fused together. I didn’t push further just yet; I wanted to savor this. Mila was the last person I’d kissed, and this was always a sacred thing to me. Doing this with Danny, it was right…it was magic.
Slowly, my tongue pushed its way into his mouth, and it was as if I were coming to life after being dead for so long. I could breathe, I could feel.
When we broke apart he beamed. “Best first kiss ever.”
I couldn’t find words, so I just went right back to kissing him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Danny
It all felt completely organic. Like we’d been doing this forever. After Alex and I cleaned up we made something to eat, sat in just some basketball shorts, watched TV, and enjoyed the burgers and salad. We talked like best friends, joked, did all the things we had for years. However, when night fell, it was all lips, tongues, and limbs. Alex was insatiable and eager to try everything.
We didn’t talk about fucking. It never even came up. We were enjoying everything our mouths and hands could do to each other. Alex was lighter than I’d seen him in years, but every so often I’d glance at him and he’d have a faraway look on his face, and I knew he was thinking about Mila. I was okay with that, and I always would be. Whatever happened between Alex and me, she’d always be this huge part of his life, and there was no part of me that was upset about that.
It had been a week since Alex had killed Oleg and aside from stopping at Alex’s house for clothes and toiletries, we hadn’t left my place. That changed this morning as Alex announced he had therapy.