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

“Climb aboard.” His lips were parted, his breath escaping in quick pants, his eyes sparkling.

Blake nudged forward until Alec’s cock slid into his crease. He reached back and held it steady around the base as he raised himself up, feeling its blunt heat pressing against his hole. His eyes locked onto Alec’s face as he slowly eased the thick column of flesh into his body. Down, down, down he sank, inch after glorious inch making him deliciously full, until at last he felt Alec’s crisp curls against his arse. Blake’s dick pointed straight up, hard and wanting, and he mewled as Alec slid his hand around it, pushing back the foreskin, its tip glistening with pre-come.

Alec groaned. “God, you have a tight arse.” He gripped Blake’s haunches and lifted him, then pushed up with his hips, punching the air from Blake’s lungs as he filled him completely. “Oh yeah…” He held Blake steady and began to thrust up into him repeatedly, rocking up from the rug, moving erratically. Blake cried out as Alec’s cock nudged his gland and Alec grinned. “Jackpot.” He pulled Blake down onto him and kissed him, his tongue as mobile as his cock, and Blake began to moan. This wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Alec… you’re going to make me come!”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Then come for me. I’m not done with you yet. We’re gonna fuck all night.” He thrust hard until he was balls-deep and Blake shuddered as his orgasm hit hard, his dick erupting come between their bodies. Alec held him tightly, hips constantly in motion as he fucked Blake through his climax. “God, your arse is fuckin’ heaven.” Suddenly he froze, mouth and eyes open wide, and Blake could feel Alec’s heat, muted slightly by the condom. Alec clutched at his back as they were jolted by aftershocks, both of them trembling.

Blake looked down into warm, milk chocolate eyes. “Please tell me you have a quick recovery rate.” He was panting. Alec’s cock was still buried inside him.

Alec winked, equally breathless. “Never mind me, I’m only twenty-five. You’re the one who hit thirty today. How many times can you go in one night, old guy?”

Blake grinned. “Oh, I think I can keep up with you.”

Alec’s eyes widened. “Oh, a challenge.” He slid his hands down Blake’s spine and cupped his arse, squeezing his cheeks firmly. “Bring it on, baby.”

Blake moaned softly. It was going to be a long night. If he was lucky.

Chapter Three

Blake rolled onto his back, his body covered in a light sheen of perspiration. Beside him, Alec moved onto his side to face him, head nestled in the pillow.

“Hey, had enough yet?” Alec teased, hand reaching out to stroke Blake’s damp chest.

Blake rolled his eyes. “Oh my God—you’re insatiable.” He caught Alec’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Isn’t three times enough for one night?”

Alec snorted. “Oh baby, I’m just gettin’ warmed up.” Blake stared in disbelief until at last Alec’s face cracked into a huge shit-eating grin. “Being honest? Christ, I’m fucked.” Alec shifted onto his back and let out a tired but happy sigh. “I’m not sure these legs will be able to carry me home, I’m so knackered.”

Blake stilled. He’d never had a night like it. He closed his eyes and replayed his night so far. Alec pressed up against the cold expanse of glass that was his floor-to-ceiling window, his hands bound together with rope which Blake held onto as he fucked him, hips pistoning as he pounded Alec to within an inch of his life. Alec crying out constantly. Alec’s howl as he came all over the window, his ass a vise around Blake’s cock. At least after that they finally made it to his bed, only to have Alec rim him until he was close to screaming. When Alec switched to his dick, Blake came almost instantly. There couldn’t be a single drop of come left in either of them. But in that last sentence, Alec brought an end to the wonderful sexual fantasy he’d brought about. Alec would be leaving—and Blake didn’t want to be alone. He wanted to spend his birthday night with a warm body in his arms. And speaking of warm bodies…

Still holding Alec’s hand, he rolled onto his side. He gazed down at the gorgeous escort. Alec’s eyes were closed, chest bathed in sweat, which gave his skin a pearly quality. Blake looked down at Alec’s body. He was lean, toned, not an inch of fat on him. Alec’s thighs were muscled but not overtly so: Blake shivered as he recalled the sensation of having those thighs tight around his waist as he plowed into Alec with tight thrusts. Alec’s cock lay limp against his thigh. Even soft, it was impressive. Hell, the whole package was impressive.

“Admiring the view?”

Alec regarded him, eyes dancing with amusement. Blake snapped back into the moment.

“Let’s face it, there’s plenty to admire.” Credit where credit was due, after all.

Alec smiled. “Why, thank you, kind sir. We aim to please.” He winked, but then glanced over at the clock beside the bed. “Hell, is that the time?” Blake knew it was approaching midnight. Alec sat up and stretched. “As much as I hate to say it, it’s—”

“Then don’t say it.” Alec’s brow creased. “Stay. Stay the night.” Blake watched Alec’s smile waver, his mouth opening and then closing. Blake plunged ahead. “I’ll okay it with Jenny, if that’s what’s worrying you. You’ll be paid for the whole night.”

Alec stiffened but then relaxed. “Do you usually ask guys to stay?” Alec spoke softly, his eyes warm in the lamplight. Their fingers were still interlaced.

Blake shook his head. “No, never. It’s just…I…I don’t want to be alone tonight.” His stomach felt tight as he waited for Alec’s reply. Alec regarded him, the moment seeming to stretch out interminably.

“Okay,” he said at last. Blake couldn’t account for the relief that one simple word brought him. And he knew he was grinning like a fucking village idiot,