Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Ed stepped out of his shoes and took off his jacket and tie before drawing the curtains. Alec’s bedroom was as immaculate as he remembered, so he tucked his shoes away in a corner and draped his tie and jacket carefully over the armchair in the bay window, not wanting to annoy Alec by leaving a trail of mess behind him.
He got out his phone and sent Alec a text, typing one-handedly as he undid his shirt buttons with the other.
I’m here and I’m getting naked. Are you going to be long?
By the time his phone chimed with a reply, Ed was completely undressed.
God. You’re killing me. Ed snorted, then watched more words appear. Just finishing this drink, then I’ll leave. Be with you in 30 tops.
Ed typed back, Perfect. That gives me time for a shower. I’ll try not to start without you.
Don’t you dare.
Showering was pure, perfect torture. Ed was hard before he even touched his dick or his arse. Anticipation and the scent of Alec’s shower gel was enough to turn his cock into an iron bar. He resisted the urge to take care of it, knowing it would be all the sweeter if he waited for Alec. He washed thoroughly, biting his lip as he soaped his balls and shaft, and then reached behind to wash his arse. After he’d rinsed the soap away, he carried on touching his hole gently, softening the muscle, imagining Alec’s fingers there… or maybe his tongue. His cock jerked, red and straining, and Ed stopped. His whole body had lit up, nipples tight, skin tingling. He needed a moment to calm down before Alec arrived.
Ed turned the water temperature down and breathed slowly, feeling the thud of his pulse in his cock, electric desire thrumming through his veins.
The cold water didn’t help much. He still could have hung his towel off his dick after drying himself. He dimmed the lights and got under the covers naked, but the touch of the sheets was too much on his hypersensitive body, so he pushed the covers down and gripped his cock. He held himself tightly, not stroking, but the urge to do so was killing him.
Just then he heard the sound of the flat door opening, and he threw up a prayer of thanks to the universe.
Ed waited in silence and listened to the soft sound of Alec’s footsteps coming down the carpeted corridor. He heard him pause by the darkened living room.
“Ed?” Alec called.
“In here.” Ed’s voice came out husky. He swallowed and took his hand off his cock, putting his arms behind his head and imagining the pretty picture he must make.
“Jesus,” Alec said on a hushed breath. “Look at you.” He stood frozen in the doorway, his gaze raking over Ed as though he couldn’t decide where to look.
Ed felt the journey of Alec’s eyes like a touch on his skin, a hot trail of awareness that made his cock flex and leak. “Get over here,” he said, his voice tight and needy.
Ed’s words spurred Alec into frantic action. He kicked off his shoes and started stripping out of his clothes, tossing them in a crumpled trail as he crossed the room to Ed.
So much for him worrying about the state of his bedroom. Ed smirked, flattered by Alec’s obvious desperation to get naked and on top of Ed as soon as possible.
Alec, down to his undone shirt and boxers—and possibly socks, Ed couldn’t see from here—reached the bed and crawled over Ed on hands and knees. When Alec crushed their lips together and invaded Ed’s mouth with a demanding tongue, Ed stopped caring about the presence or absence of socks.
Alec’s hands were everywhere, sliding over Ed’s torso, skimming his nipples, and the kiss turned biting and hungry. He moved from Ed’s mouth down to his neck, his collarbones, his stomach.
“Please,” Ed moaned, lifting his hips and bumping Alec’s chin with his erection, looking for his mouth.
Alec buried his face in Ed’s groin and licked his balls instead, rasping over the trimmed hairs there with the flat of his tongue until Ed clutched Alec’s hair, cursing. He needed more. He needed Alec to move—up to his cock or down to his arse, Ed would be fine with either—but God, he needed something. Alec pushed Ed’s knees back, spreading him wider, and Ed closed his eyes and cried out at the sensation of Alec’s hot tongue licking over his hole.
Alec hummed, and the vibrations nearly sent Ed into orbit. Ed moved one of his hands to his cock and squeezed, trying to stave off the orgasm that was threatening. “Fuck me,” he begged. He couldn’t wait anymore.
Thankfully Alec seemed on board with that plan. Ed watched as he fetched lube and a condom and got himself ready.
“Do you need my fingers?” Alec asked.