Pride (Living In Sin #1)

Chapter 28

Alec

I couldn't help but pant as I clung to Pry's scalp. He had pulled everything out of me. I couldn't even think of the last time I'd cum so hard. I don't think I'd ever ejaculated that much or that quick. And, blast it all, I was still so bloody hard it hurt. What the hell was in Pry's saliva? Viagra?

Letting go, I managed a shaky step backwards. It took all of my minimal strength to not fall back on my butt. Pry smacked his lips together. Apparently he didn't have any problems with how I tasted. Or how quick I'd cum. That made me cringe a little. I hadn't even warned the other man of my incoming explosion. Even if he hadn't seemed to mind, it was poor form all round.

"Well, that was a nice appetizer." There was something decadent about the way Pry ran his tongue over his teeth. Little Alec was definitely up for more of that tongue. I couldn't get over how much trouble it was causing me lately. Pry grinned as my dick moved, his eyes watching it hungrily. "But perhaps it is time to move onto the main course?"

Somehow Pry stood with no awkwardness. The movement was as smooth as the rest of him. I was only in my late 20s, but parts of my body already had issues with moving back into a standing position. Any older friends I had were gleeful in letting me know it only got worse the older we got. I felt like I had to introduce Pry to everyone I knew. Somehow, even though I wasn't sure just how much older he might be, he moved like an exotic dancer.

For all I knew he was an exotic dancer. He certainly had a magic and exotic mouth. But I probably shouldn’t be using that as a yardstick. The things Pry liked to do with that ‘stick’ though...

Sometimes I just wanted to set my head on fire.

Pry cocked an eyebrow my way, still smirking. The shithead. “Bedroom?”

I was about to show him the way when his shirt was stripped from his body. The man was like some sort of chiseled artwork. Artwork covered in ink that my fingertips itched to trace.

I took a step toward him even as his hands went to his hips. “Shower might be a better idea, though. You wouldn’t want my favourite leather pants to stay sticky, would you?”

He might be as subtle as a hammer, but I hadn’t realised the other man was no longer pitching a tent to rival any Boy Scout out there. Even in black leather some of the cum had splattered up to his abs (the fucker had a fucken six pack!). Ever the tease he ran a finger through the mess, probably still grinning like a cat but I couldn’t stop watching that finger.

His hands had been on me the whole time. Pry had cum without either of us touching him. Just from having my dick in his mouth. If that wasn’t the biggest ego boost I’d ever had in my life, I didn’t know what was.

Pry growled, rolling his head on his neck and watched me with hooded eyes. The finger went to his lips, and he licked at it. I practically ran those last steps, up on tiptoes to reach his mouth. I couldn’t help it, I had to taste him. The growl was even deeper when our lips were pressed together. It rumbled through the both of us.

My knees were going weak, but I somehow grabbed his pants and tugged him through the apartment. He chuckled and followed without issue. At least he wanted this as much as I did. Maybe even more.

The ensuite was thankfully clean and stocked with all the things the manager of Club Midnight might need to get squeaky clean. Then maybe after he could get me all dirty again.

“Out of those clothes, Alec. I want to see you before I clean you up.”

I don’t think I’d ever gotten undressed faster. There was something about Pry that made me want to obey any order he gave me. I probably should look into how much of slut that probably made me, but I didn’t have the brainpower for that. Taking my clothes off was about all I could manage. In the end I was lucky I didn't end up falling over in the hurry to get naked. Pry chuckled, the sound skirting over the tiles.

The other man was even sexy taking off his clothes. I didn't think anyone looked sexy doing that. At least I didn't feel like the only one left out. Pry also had most of an erection bobbing in the bathroom. He looked at my body with a hungry gaze. I wanted him, too, so I ignored the urge to hide from his look. I was just a normal guy compared to Pry, whose body was all clean lines and firm muscles. At least Pry didn't seem to have any issues with my body.

Pry’s erection hadn’t flagged either. It left us both standing mostly hard in the modest bathroom. My mind warred between embarrassment and arousal.

“How beautiful.”

No one had ever called me beautiful. Pry didn’t give me a chance to argue, though. I don’t remember him turning on the water, but it didn’t stop the humid fog from filling the space. Water droplets clung to his skin.

If he wasn’t careful, I was going to waste my time licking them off. But judging by his eyes, that was probably what Pry wanted.

“Shower, Alec. Before you end up fucking me on the tiles.”

I couldn’t really argue with that, so I gripped his hand, using it to tug us both into the shower cubicle. Thoughts could wait. If I only had tonight, then I was going to make the most of it.