Loving Alex Storm Ch. 04

Due to the numerous emails I have received in regards to continuing this story, I thought it best to do another one so here it is. I hope you like it and thank you again to everyone for their kind words of encouragement.

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"What a wonderful world..." He sings happily.

I pounce on him as he enters the room, making him drop his bags whilst I devour his pretty mouth. My hands move frantically over his body, unbuttoning and unzipping as I go.

"Where have you been?"

"I..." He gasps, sentence unfinished as I drag his t-shirt over his head and bite at one of his dusky nipples.

"Seth, please..."

"Please what?" I taunt.

He gasps again when I push his boxers and jeans down his legs, revealing his arousal to me.

"Bed. Now. On your knees, hands on the headboard."

I watch him go, impressed by his acquiescence.

"Mmmm, so very obedient." I stalk towards him on the bed then nuzzle at his neck whilst stroking his back. Slowly I run my tongue down the line of his spine until I reach the small of his back. I nip at him playfully.

"You want me, Alex?"

"Uh huh." He moans. "Touch me..."

"You giving me orders, baby?"

He shakes his head vehemently. "Please, Seth, please..."

"Well... soon as you asked so nicely..."

Immediately I grasp the taut globes of his arse and dive in, running my tongue down his crease. He bucks forward, grunting harshly.

"You like that?" I ask from between his cheeks.

"Yes, God yes."

Sealing my mouth around his hole I circle it with my tongue, stroking his downy arse all the while. I revel in his taste, pushing my tongue deep and lashing at his walls. Enjoying his desperate moaning and writhing, I tongue him leisurely, moistening his chasm. When he's suitably loose, wet and pliable, I sink two of my fingers into his arse. A pleasurable groan escapes him and his back arches sexily. Running a hand through his sandy hair, I grasp a handful and bring his head to my shoulder. I lick the curve of his ear and enjoy his hips thrusting back to meet my fingers, frequent whines slipping from between his lips.

"You want more, baby?"

He mewls out a "Please."

"I didn't hear that, baby." I twist my fingers hard into him, rubbing at his sweet spot.

"I want more, Seth. Need more. Please..."

Removing my fingers from his hair, I reach into the dresser for the lube. Flipping the lid, I pour a liberal amount onto my straining erection. Panting, I guide myself to his opening and watch as the head is slowly engulfed. Simultaneously, we both moan.

"More?"

He doesn't answer, instead throwing back his hips and sheathing me completely with moist, searing heat. Exhaling a torturous groan, I try to bury myself deeper.

"You need this bad, don't you, baby?"

He nods his head frantically, furiously tossing his hips back to meet mine. Wrapping an arm around his waist, I press him close to me whilst torturing his nipples with my other hand. His head jerks on my shoulder and I listen with reverent delight as pleas fall rapidly from his lips. I take long, languorous strokes into his arse, loving the way he yields to me. I ride him long and hard, pushing my hips, this way and that, finding his hot spot and increasing his desperate cries further. Feathering my fingers down his sensitive sides causes him to buck and shift beneath me, making me grind harder into his arse. Slowly, I run a hand to his slippery cock, teasing him lightly. He takes a hand off the headboard and attempts to get me to grip him harder. I cease my thrusting, taking my hand completely away from him and pinning his to the wall.

"Did I say you could touch yourself, Alex?"

"No, but..."

"But what, Alex?"

"I wanna come, Seth. Please let me come."

His pleading ignites me further and without warning, I thrust hard into him, straight into his sweet spot. His head rolls again on my shoulder and he shudders against me. This time, I don't let up, simply driving myself into him over and over again; feeling his muscles as they clutch and work at me, pushing me closer to orgasm. My hand works on his cock, an endless stream of precum coating it and I lift it to his face. Without prompting, I feel Alex's tongue run over my fingers. Almost instantly I lose it. Planting my mouth on his throat, I growl and spasm against him; come spouting from my cock and filling his passage. Wanting to take him with me, I grind my deflating hard-on into his prostate and jack his cock. My efforts are rewarded when I feel his sphincter clinch down around me. My sensitive cock responds further by releasing a few more spurts of come and I suck harder at his throat. Alex continues to shudder against my chest, his muscles unwilling to release me. Eventually he calms and slumps onto me, breathing erratic, cock still jerking in my hand as he coats the headboard with his release. I kiss the spot on his neck where my mouth was latched onto, noticing the dark bruise ready to form there.

"You gaziantep bayan eskort can't just ambush me like that when I come in the door, Seth, I could have been with someone."

I laugh into his neck and hug him tighter to me.

"I just gave you great sex and you give me a lecture. I hardly think that's fair."

He elbows me lightly in the ribs and I feel ripples of laughter flow through his body.

"Life aint fair, Seth Tyler." He jests, turning his head and kissing me softly. "But you're right, that was great sex."

Seeing him exposed, shyness abandoned, a sudden idea forms in my head.

"I'm taking you to Heaven."

He smiles mischievously. "I thought you just did."

I smile back at him and roll my eyes with mock-exasperation.

"I'm talking about the club, Einstein."

I release him, taking his hand to lead him to the bathroom, making a mental note to clean the headboard once we're finished.

"Tomorrow's Friday and I wanna watch you dance and move those enticing hips of yours." I grin, roguishly. "To music specifically and not just our feral grunts."

"Seth, I can't... I mean... I'm not..."

I push him into the shower and turn on the water, its warmth soothing and cleansing as I kneel at his feet.

"You'll be fine. Trust me."

And with that I devour his cock. He moans and pushes against my face, all thoughts of protest forgotten.

Hmmm. Much better.

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Damn he's fine.

It's Friday night and I'm watching Alex wriggle into a pair of tight dark blue jeans. He's already managed to make me drool with the white t-shirt he has on, moulding itself perfectly to the hard ridges of his stomach and chest.

"Maybe we shouldn't go out." I tease. "You've already turned me on just by getting dressed."

He blushes and drops his head, blonde hair falling adorably over his forehead.

Too cute. "Come on, let's go or I'll be forced to jump you right now."

Catching the tube is the usual nightmare and before we make it to our station at Charing Cross, my foot has been stepped on twice, Alex has been shoved and we've both had to endure the sweet smell of body odour. We're distinctly relieved when we finally do make it, hot footing it up the escalators and into the night air.

Gaining entrance to the club is relatively easy with the minor exception of an overzealous security guard who is way to touchy-feely for my liking. Alex is nervous and tense watching the masses of people dance and grind together, so I make a beeline towards the bar. I order rum