Making It Personal by Wells, C. (best non fiction books of all time txt) 📗

no! Dave is as straight as they come.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his best friend. “But he was the first person I told when I finally stopped denying I was gay.” He felt his smile shift. “Not that I’m really out now.”

Alec gave him a sympathetic look. “Really?” Blake nodded. “’Cause I was wondering why in hell someone as gorgeous as you needed to hire guys from J’s. Surely you could just walk into any gay club and be inundated with offers.”

Blake’s heart beat a little faster. He thinks I’m gorgeous. Part of him had to wonder if it was merely a line. One look at Alec’s expression, however, made his breath catch in his throat. There was no denying the sincerity in that look. Blake gave a shy grin. “I don’t frequent gay clubs very often. Not that I ever did in the past, to be honest. It’s much simpler to do things this way.” Alec nodded in understanding. His gaze drifted over to the low coffee table where an ice bucket sat, a bottle of champagne chilling in it, alongside two champagne flutes.

“Ooh, champagne!” Alec grinned. “How nice.” His grin proved infectious: Blake couldn’t help but return it.

“Today’s my birthday,” he explained, “and it’s one of those birthdays.”

“Oh, Happy Birthday!” Alex looked down Blake’s body slowly, before returning to meet his gaze. “In which case, you’d better consider me your birthday present to yourself.” Alec dropped the duffel bag to the floor and turned to face Blake, moving slowly toward him.

Blake gestured toward the sofa. “Do…do you mind if we sit for a while and have a drink?” Alec’s eyebrows arched. “It’s just…I’d like to talk for a while, get to know you a little better, if that’s all right.” To his relief, Alec’s smile widened.

“Actually, I really like the sound of that.” Alec lowered himself onto the sofa, one arm resting over the back seat cushion, the other lying along his thigh. His eyes were on Blake as he sat down. “So, I have a few important questions, if you don’t mind.” It was Blake’s turn to raise his eyebrows, nodding in surprise. “Top, bottom, or versatile?”

Blake reddened. “You don’t waste time, do you?” he said, chuckling.

Alec shook his head, his easy grin matching Blake’s. “It pays to know these things in advance.” He locked eyes with Blake, and Blake shivered under the weight of that stare. “Well?”

Blake considered for a minute before answering. “Versatile.”

Alec chuckled. “You don’t sound entirely certain.”

Blake shrugged. “To be honest, most of the time, it’s me doing the fucking. But…. ” His words trailed off.

Alec smiled. “But you like getting fucked, don’t you? Though I can totally see why lots of men would want to be your bottom boy: you have this whole ‘I’m-in-charge’ air about you.” His eyes gleamed with lust. “Well, I’ve gotta tell you…I so want to fuck you. So if that’s gonna be a problem, tell me now.” That smile didn’t waver for an instant.

Blake found himself growing hot at the thought of Alec fucking him. It had been a while since he’d been fucked, and although his dick was already growing hard at the thought of sliding into Alec’s willing body, he could definitely see himself submitting to Alec. And judging by the expression on Alec’s face, Alec liked that idea too.

“I take it that’s not going to be a problem,” Alec said with a smile. “Excellent. So onto my next question. What do you like? Are we talking vanilla—not that I have anything against vanilla, you understand: sometimes a slow, sweet fuck is just perfect—or do you like things a little more…spicy?”

Blake’s already half-hard cock chose that moment to sit up and take interest.

“Spicy?” Oh, God, please… tell me Alec likes it rough…..

Alec reached for his duffel bag, and Blake held his breath as he reached into it, taking out its contents and placing them with care on the coffee table. Before him lay a dildo, thick and veined, a coil of cotton rope—and a set of leather shackles. Jackpot…. Blake’s breathing quickened and Alec’s rich chuckle told him this had been duly noted.

“Oh, I’d say spicy was definitely on the cards for tonight.” Alec was grinning widely. His gaze flicked to the champagne. “Shall we?”

Blake took a deep breath, trying to quell the excitement which set his pulse racing and leaned over to open the champagne with care. He twisted the bottle until the cork popped free and pouring out two glasses of the bubbling golden liquid. He handed a glass to Alec who sipped the sparkling wine, murmuring appreciatively. Blake took a single sip, letting the flavor burst upon his tongue.

Alec raised his glass. “Happy birthday, Blake.” Warm, chocolate-brown eyes gazed at Blake with undisguised lust, and as Blake raised his own glass in acceptance, he shivered at the promise reflected in that gaze, the promise of what was to come. Happy birthday indeed…. He watched as Alec glanced once more around the room, his gaze coming to rest on the floor-to-ceiling shelves which contained his books and DVD collection.

“You can tell a lot about a man by what he reads and watches,” Alec said. “May I?” He gave a brief nod of his head toward the shelves, and Blake gestured with a wave of his hand.

“Be my guest.”

Alec unfolded himself sinuously from the sofa and walked across to the shelves, glass in hand. Blake gazed at the rear view this opportunity afforded him. Alec was wide across the shoulders, the T-shirt straining against the muscles. Obviously a man who takes care of himself…. His arms were muscled, his waist narrow. Blake gazed at Alec’s arse, the jeans molded tightly around it as though they were a second skin. Blake grinned to himself: this was promising to be a good night.

“Oh…. Oh my.” Alec’s tone was hushed as he removed a DVD from the shelf, flipping it over to peruse the cover. Blake was dying to know which one his guest